‘Thanks,’ said Mac. ‘So tell me what’s going on.’
‘You tell me where the card is,’ said Grimshaw, smiling.
Reaching for the sat phone, Mac wandered into the kitchen area and gave his security and safety codes to the night person at SIS in Canberra.
‘Mate, I’ve lost track of an agent I’m working with. Name’s Sandy Beech, working with Defence Intelligence.’
‘Can’t you call him?’ said the clerk, a softly spoken man called Jonathan.
‘I have reason to believe he’s under electronic surveillance — he answers a call from me and he’ll be pinpointed or we’ll be eavesdropped. Either way, it’s dangerous.’
‘What do you want?’ said Jonathan, suspicious.
‘Give me a location of his phone,’ said Mac. ‘It’s a Commonwealth device, it should have a beacon on it.’
‘Um,’ said Jonathan, ‘I don’t know if —’
‘It’s a time-critical request,’ said Mac. ‘You can log this call and I take all responsibility.’
‘I’d have to put you through to DIO.’
‘We could keep it simpler — I can call Karl Berquist during his family meal, tell him I’m in danger because a person who’s supposed to be helping me is giving me the run-around,’ said Mac. ‘What’s your surname?’
‘Okay,’ said Jonathan, obviously keen to avoid a fight with the deputy DG of the Firm. ‘Just give me a sec.’
Turning, Mac smiled at Grimshaw in the other room.
Jonathan came back on the air. ‘That phone is thirty-two kilometres south of Kratie, in Cambodia — on Highway Seven.’
‘Wait one minute and then tell me where they are,’ said Mac, knowing that the beacon was located every sixty seconds in a tiny blip of a signature.
Jonathan broke the silence again. ‘Thirty-three kilometres south of Kratie, sir,’ he said. ‘They’re heading south on Highway Seven.’
Reciting the coordinates as Jonathan read them out, Mac watched Grimshaw write them on his pad.
‘Thanks, Jonathan,’ said Mac, disconnecting and walking back to the American. ‘You’ve got it — so, time for an explanation.’
‘I have to go — can we make it fast?’ said Grimshaw, checking his G-Shock.
‘Be your guest,’ said Mac.
‘This whole currency scam has been a bit of a red herring,’ said Grimshaw. ‘It was an opportunity that Dozsa saw because of McHugh’s position.’
‘Position?’
‘She was inside the US Treasury, so she could be useful for money-making schemes. But Dozsa didn’t want her for the counterfeiting.’
‘No?’
‘No — Dozsa knew McHugh was married to Jim Quirk, who had access and security override rights on the Australian security computers.’
‘He was signing off on a purchase of Ormond Technik, by an Aussie firm.’
‘Yes, Alan,’ said Grimshaw. ‘But I don’t think that Ormond Technik was the only thing downloaded by Jim Quirk onto the chip that night.’
‘What does that mean?’ said Mac.
‘It means Ormond only made two components for the Milstar system — and besides, we’ve been keeping an eye on the Chinese satellite listening posts for a number of years. It isn’t the main issue.’
‘So what’s on the memory card?’ said Mac.
‘Been watching TV lately?’ said Grimshaw.
‘Sometimes.’
‘North Korea’s missile tests are beginning at five am tomorrow,’ said Grimshaw. ‘They traditionally fly over — but don’t land on — Japan.’
‘Yeah, but the Japs are on a hair trigger,’ said Mac. ‘They see it as a military provocation.’
‘Right — all of that chest-beating we love so much between the Japs and the Koreans,’ said Grimshaw. ‘But what would happen in North Asia if those rockets didn’t fall harmlessly into the Pacific, but landed in Okinawa or Tokyo?’
Mac shifted in his seat. ‘I guess we’d find out pretty quickly if Japan’s space program is really a front for a ballistic missile capability.’
‘I think you’re right,’ said the American. ‘And within a few hours we’d also find out if their reactors have been making plutonium all along.’
‘That wouldn’t suit anyone.’
‘No,’ said Grimshaw. ‘What would China do if the Japs started firing?’
‘They’d have an excuse to attack Japan,’ said Mac, barely crediting the words as they came out of his mouth. ‘And then the Russians and Americans would have to take sides.’
‘You’ve been reading your circulars,’ said Grimshaw.
‘So what are you saying? Where does Quirk fit into this?’
Grimshaw looked at his watch again. ‘You asked about HARPAC and Lampoon?’
‘Sure,’ said Mac.
‘Lampoon is an NSA operation, authorised by the President,’ said Grimshaw. ‘My job is to find out what exactly a fund called Harbour Pacific — HARPAC — has been buying in the past six months, and who has ultimate control of those assets.’
‘And?’
‘It’s a very large buy-up of router and switching assets — technology used in the North Korean command-and-control systems.’
‘What’s it got to do with Quirk?’
‘He was vetting the Harbour Pacific fund along with its sister fund, Highland Pacific.’
‘So where’s the report?’ said Mac.
‘I’ve read it — he’s fudged a lot of the connections, downplayed the kind of things that you and I would be suspicious about.’
‘Like what?’
‘Like the fact that if you added a clone computer to the assets that Harbour Pacific controls, you wouldn’t just listen to what the North Koreans were doing, you’d be inside the Korean defence infrastructure — you’d be able to operate their C and C systems…’
‘Which control the missile launches.’
‘Exactly,’ said Grimshaw.
They stared at one another.
‘Quirk signed off on Harbour Pacific too?’ said Mac.
‘Sure did — I think he was being blackmailed by Dozsa.’
‘Over what?’
‘Outing his wife as a spy for Israel,’ said Grimshaw, in a tone that assumed everyone knew this information.
‘She was the bait?’
‘We think Dozsa had evidence from his time in Australia — he and McHugh had a love affair and it seems he got her to tell him things. McHugh and Quirk were ambitious people who couldn’t stand the thought of being accused of espionage — Dozsa played them perfectly.’
‘So when the rest of the Central Committee hesitates about attacking Japan, we have General Pao Peng assuming command?’
‘Sure, having softened up a billion Chinese with his ultranationalist propaganda.’
‘Propaganda?’ said Mac. ‘You’re saying all that stuff about Chinese honour in Nanching and Manchuria is produced by Pao Peng’s people?’
‘Of course,’ said Grimshaw. ‘That material is never organic — some of Pao Peng’s biggest supporters are newspaper and radio moguls.’
‘Smart,’ said Mac.
‘Yeah, I’ve been following Pao Peng since they made him a general in ’97,’ said Grimshaw. ‘When his fellow students at Staff College were reading Sun Tzu and Clausewitz, Pao Peng was reading Goebbels and MacArthur.’
‘Douglas MacArthur?’ said Mac.
‘MacArthur was the US Army’s first public relations officer,’ said Grimshaw. ‘He popularised “hearts and minds” — the idea that books and newspapers are as powerful as bombs and bullets. Pao Peng’s links to the media are no accident.’
‘So what now?’ said Mac.
‘You rescue your Aussies — I need to see that SD card.’
‘But eventually it all leads back to these Pacific funds, right?’
‘Yeah,’ said Grimshaw, grabbing his backpack. ‘It’s always the money men.’
Chapter 56
Outboard motors gurgled in the still, tropical air as Mac loaded his kit into the hired boat — two hundred US for a night on the fifty-foot double-hull. On the Kratie wharf, Scotty spoke into a phone, making final arrangements with Canberra.