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section chief, Charles Harvey could be found, a tall man in his early fifties, slightly overweight nothing unusual for his age. Characterised by his trademark three-piece suit, he turned round to greet both West and Hudson as they returned from Scotland Yard,
    “What did you find out?” He asked,
    “Well, we spoke to an Inspector Waterson of the special branch; he was there at the robbery. He says the police seem to think that the robbery at the Duke of Westminster’s apartment and the atrocity at King’s Cross were linked. They are also confident that the explosions were terrorist related and not accidental.”
    “That’s the conclusion we have reached as well. There’s got to be more to it than this.”
    Jack continued, “He also showed evidence that the stolen Cullinan brooch recovered was in fact a fake, and a pretty crap one at that.”
    Section Chief Harvey seemed surprised at that,
    “Then there is more to it than this.” He remarked,
    “That makes the robbery definitely a security issue and not just a police matter.” Said John,
    “Yes,” Replied Harvey, “There’s something I want you to do. Go to Whitehall and brief a man called Peter Finnin, he’s a junior home office minister, a sort of intelligence attache to the security service. Not the Home Secretary I’m afraid, you haven’t got clearance for that. Go and brief him on your findings, then come back here and amend your report.”
    “Whereabouts is it in Whitehall?” Asked John,
    “It’s a small section in the Cabinet Offices at 70 Whitehall.” Replied Harvey.
    West and Hudson agreed, John imputed the directions into his smartphone as the two turned tail and headed straight back out of the exit. The city was still in chaos, and it made the act of keeping the government in the loop all the more vital.
    Chapter 3:
    The Cabinet Office, 70 Whitehall, 12:51pm, Whitehall itself was hard enough to get down the best of times, especially at lunchtime. This day however was different, the usually busy street lined by huge office blocks as a statement to central government power was strangled by traffic diverted and bottlenecked in the capital due to the incident not two miles away. Arriving amidst the honking of horns and the frustration of commuters, West and Hudson approached the main Cabinet Office outside the public entrance just round the corner from Downing Street itself.
    Going up the white stone steps and through the tall doors felt a little like going through the famous black door in Downing Street itself. Indeed the buildings were linked and to both West and Hudson, they were entering the very heart of government. As soon as they both came off the street and crossed the threshold they were greeted with a grand entrance hall well lit and well-staffed,
    “May I help you?” Asked an authoritative voice. A stern business like lady approached, a real conservative type, obviously a senior civil servant playing gatekeeper to anyone who strayed in from outside,
    “Yes,” Said West, “We have an appointment with a Mr Finnin.”
    “And you are?” She replied,
    “Jack West and this John Hudson. We are here from MI5, D Branch. Counter Intelligence. We were told to report here regarding a high profile robbery incident this morning.”
    Discretely producing small identifications proved to the civil servant that what they spoke was the truth. The lady softened somewhat as a result,
    “If you would like to follow me, I’ll show you to his private office.”
    They both followed her down a long spacious corridor, full of bland walls lined with dark, heavy oak doors.
    Getting to Finnin’s private office took a few minutes such was the complexity of the building. Seemingly less busy in this area made is easier to get to where they needed to be as their guide led them through a door and into an adjacent office,
    “These two men are from counter intelligence, here to see Mr Finnin,” She said to a secretary who was at that moment sat at a desk