MacLaine put down the phone and said to his men:
"Add an extra shift tonight. Glasgow Port, from ten p.m. to four in the morning. Keep a close eye on the ships with no lights."
His subordinate nodded and started making calls to arrange it.
MacLaine walked to the window and looked out at the gray Clyde River.
He knew why the people in Liverpool had informed him.
It wasn't to help. It was a test. A test to see whether he could pick up the same movement in Glasgow.
If he did, it meant Scotland's intelligence network was still worth something. If he didn't, it meant the Scots still owed a favor.
17 November 1997, offshore West Africa, the "Far Seer."
Black Mamba stood on the bridge, watching the newly arrived refrigerated cargo ship ease alongside.
The hull carried the "Odessa Fishing" logo, registered in Liberia. The captain was a Ukrainian, standing at the bow smoking, looking indifferent.
Hendrick came back from the freighter, a few sheets of paper in his hand.
