Slough House

Arkady Pashkin

Who they are

The Russian industrialist James Webb has spent the spring cultivating: a man with an oil interest, a penthouse in the Ambassador, and a summit at The Needle that is meant to turn him into an asset ahead of talks about talks. He is also, on the evidence of his own press, almost entirely a fiction. The newspaper profile was forged and posted on his own site; outside it he barely exists.

What he actually is: a gangster using a diplomatic errand as cover, in London for the diamond merchant on the Needle’s sixty-fifth floor and the Rumble prototype on the sixty-eighth. The joke is at the Service’s expense — the Park spends three weeks vetting a man who barely exists, while he spends the same three weeks measuring stairwells.

What they want

Two floors of a tower and a way out of it. The summit is not a negotiation he intends to lose or win; it is a room he needs emptied of cameras, and an air ambulance he means to leave in.

Book 2 — Dead Lions

Tells

The courtesy never slips, not even while admitting he knew the building was about to be emptied — “I’m afraid I did.” He asks about architecture rather than oil. His aphorisms are the kind a man uses to end a conversation: that the British have had more practice at capitalism than the Russians, that he always has a plan.

Open questions

Who forged the profile, and whether anyone in the Park was meant to notice. Whether the talks were ever anything but cover, and when he decided so. What happened to the diamonds once the roof was cleared.

Book 2