The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2607 by Angharad Copyright© 2015 Angharad

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This is a work of fiction any mention of real people, places or institutions is purely coincidental and does not imply that they are as suggested in the story.
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When we got home Trish was full of the attack, but when asked what happened, she had to say she didn’t see it all. We were at the police HQ for two hours, my car being part of a crime scene had to stay there and they’d return it to me in a couple of days. Wonderful—just bloody wonderful.

At least I had the Mondeo to use, so once we got home, by taxi at my expense—I was able to declare my use of the Mondeo until I got the Jaguar back. I shouldn’t complain, the Mondeo was a very good car and I was lucky to have it as a fall back.

After dinner, another delicious creation by our resident gourmet chef—no wonder my clothes were getting tight—I was working in my study, having I hoped, washed my mind of the recent attack when Allie came to say she was going to bed if that was okay with me.

“Of course, but tell me, Allie, how long have you been working for MI5?”

“I don’t,” she blushed.

“I don’t believe you, furthermore, I wondered how you got a permit to carry a concealed weapon. If you’re part of the security services, then it would follow.”

“That’s pure conjecture, Lady Cameron.”

“No it isn’t, it’s a conclusion made from observations.”

“It’s quite an assumption.”

“It’s right though isn’t it?”

“What difference would it make?”

“Not much, except Simon thought he was paying for your services.”

“He is.”

“You do contract work?”

“Yes, sort of.”

“Thank you for saving my life earlier.”

“That’s what you pay me for. Goodnight, Lady Cameron.”

“Goodnight, Allie.”

She was part of the SIS or MI5, I was almost certain. Who else would be able to carry a gun around?”

“Loads of villains do it everyday.”

“But not with police consent.”

“How d’you know?”

“I think I do. So is everything just a fib to make us more dependent on you?”

“If I was with the secret service, and let’s assume for the purpose of argument that I am, what difference does it make?”

“I hope that you will continue to carry a concealed weapon. I don’t approve of them but accept that I have to adjust my attitude according to my need and possibly, more importantly, my children.”

“You killed to protect them, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“How did you feel—afterwards, I mean?”

“I had nasty dreams for weeks and wished I hadn’t done it. I bore the mark of Cain to be biblical about it.”

“But you did it?”

“Yes, with less hesitation than I’d have liked to admit. I stopped thinking about the morality and concentrated on the practicalities. It was a straight kill or be killed situation.”

“I felt that about today.”

“You’re probably right. If they’d taken us hostage, they’d have had power to dictate terms. You stopped that and probably saved all our lives. I hope that’s a last ditch attempt if the ambassador has the authority to call them off.”

“The Russians are pretty brutal.”

“I know, I’ve dealt with them several times. I don’t know why they don’t go away and pester someone else.”

“The gen is they feel High St is ripe for the takeover, or would be once their campaign got underway.”

“At times, it’s only Sammi who keeps them at bay.”

“If they knew that, she could be at risk.”

“They probably know she’s the cyber security manager. Whether they know, she’s also the main cog in the wheel, is another matter.”

“Keep it quiet if you can.”

Just then the phone rang. “Hello?”

“Is that Lady Cameron?”

“Yes.”

“Lady Cameron, this is Inspector Shaw of the Metropolitan Police.”

“Yes, Inspector.”

“You know a Samantha Cameron?”

“She’s my daughter.”

“It appears she was involved in a hit and run accident earlier.”

“How is she?”

“I’m not qualified to say, she’s in Charring Cross Hospital.”

“How can I verify that this is a genuine call, Inspector?”

“I’ve asked the local force to send someone round to you.”

“Any idea of who the perpetrator was?”

“Not at present, we’re naturally at a very early stage of our enquiry.”

“Of course. Thank you for letting me know.”

“What would you like me to do?” asked Allie.

“I don’t know. Let me speak with Henry.” I called him and spoke to Monica, he was out at a function but she’d tell him as soon as he came home.” I sent him a text just in case. As chairman of the bank, he needed to know and to expect a cyber attack in the near future.”

The doorbell rang and Andy Bond stood at the front door. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings.”

“Is this about Sammi?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so. It appears she was hit by a car which drove off.”

“So I heard.”

“I’m sorry, Lady C, she’s a pretty kid.”

“It’s an assassination attempt, Andy.”

“What?”

“The Russians who kidnapped Si have almost certainly done it, because they’re going to attack the bank via the internet.”

“Of course, she’s good with puters isn’t she?”

“She’s very good.”

“I hope she makes it.”

“So do I, Andy, so do I.”

He left soon afterwards. “Anything you’d like me to do?” asked Allie.

“I’m going to London to see Sammi.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“I’d feel happier if you were here with the girls.”

“My job is to protect you.”

“Can you get me a gun, Allie?”

“If I’m here, why would you need one?”

“Because if Sammi or Simon die, I’m going to kill the Russian ambassador and his family and as many of their legation as I can before they stop me.”

“What would that achieve?”

“Justice.”

“What about your other children?”

“All right, it was a stupid thing to say.”

“You’re angry, understandably so.”

“I’m going to tell the others, have your lot finished putting bugs in my car yet?”

“The police have your car.”

“Only to try and make it all look normal.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

I went off to talk with Stella and the older girls and also Daddy who was in his study. Naturally they all wanted to come with me, but I chose to take Trish with me. I needed her healing ability and her computer skills. I knew she talked with Sammi about computers all the time. She might be able to help the bank. I almost laughed at myself. Was I cracking up? A ten year old to keep out the Russian mob?

Yeah, why not—she’s not just any old genius—she’s British, and we invented computers.