recognized her from the travel agency and we’d have had awkward questions to answer.’
‘He’ll recognize you now as the bird he met outside the store.’
‘The jumpy bird who nearly had a fit when he spoke.’
‘Who can blame you? I’d have died of shock.’
‘You realize what this means?’ I went. ‘He knows Anita and he knows me now. If there’s any more tailing to be done, it’s got to be you.’
‘I’m up for it,’ she went at once. ‘Tell you something, Ishy. This has really given me a fantastic boost. When I’m feeling down at work or at home I only have to think about the sleuthing sisters and I’m raring to go again.’
After that, how could I say I was having second thoughts about the whole shenanigans?
Mid-morning came a call from Anita. Yes, I was in the van again, on my way back from delivering a dozen red roses to a house in the Royal Crescent. The old lady who opened the door had got quite chirpy, clearly thinking they were from an admirer. Then she looked at the card and found her daughter was the sender. She’d forgotten it was her birthday. I’m glad the daughter wasn’t there to hear what she said, ungrateful old bat.
Back to Anita. ‘Guess where I am, poppet.’
‘Obviously not where you ought to be.’
‘Too true. London Airport.’
‘Heathrow? Are you off somewhere nice?’
‘No such luck. I’m on patrol.’
‘On what?’
‘Sleuthing — for us, the sisters.’
‘At the airport?’
‘The BA check-in. City break man should be here any minute for his flight to Amsterdam. After what you saw last night I put two and two together and here I am.’
‘I don’t understand why.’
‘Tell you later. I’ve made an arrangement with the check-in staff. Told them who I am and who I work for and said we made a boo-boo and forgot to include the hotel voucher in his travel-pack. When Mr. John Smith, bound for Amsterdam, turns up, they’ll give me a wave and I’ll go over.’
‘What will that achieve?’
‘At the very least, I’ll know he really is making these trips to Europe.’
‘Is there any doubt?’
‘In my suspicious mind, yes.’
‘Isn’t there a flaw here? If he’s travelling light he doesn’t need to check in. He can get his boarding pass from one of those self-ticketing machines and go straight to the departure gate.’
‘That’s where I’m smart. I asked the BA girls to put a stop on his ticket so he has to report to the desk and I don’t miss him.’
‘Did you really forget the hotel voucher?’
‘No, he’s got it, but you know what people are like when they’re travelling, all luggage and loose bowels. He’ll have no difficulty believing something is missing. I’ve got a duplicate voucher I can hand over.’
‘I must be dense, Anita. I still don’t understand why you’re doing this.’
‘All will shortly become clear, darling, as the parachute instructor said when he pushed the first-timer out of the plane.’ And with that she rang off.
She sounded hyper, I was thinking as I continued my journey. Is she really a good person to link up with? Up to now our little game hasn’t inconvenienced anyone else. From now on it’s less of a game. She’s fun to be with while it stays like that, but do I want her involving me in the serious stuff?
I felt like the first-time parachutist.
We met later for a cheap pizza. Food has to come first — for two of us, anyway. Anita had returned from Heathrow and was practically hopping up and down, so eager to tell her tale. We didn’t exactly gag her, but Vicky insisted we ordered before chatting and I agreed.
It was nice to see Vicky smiling, blissfully unaware of the lads at the next table giving her the eye.
We placed our order and hand over to Anita.
By now she was bursting to tell us. ‘After last night, when Ishy saw city break man meet in the pub with the smart bird and hand her something in an envelope, I got to thinking was it drugs, blackmail, or what? Ish had a thought he might be a detective handing over his report on the lady’s cheating husband.’
‘Nice one,’ Vicky went, with a nod to me.
Anita raised her finger. ‘But listen to this. When I thought about it later in bed I came up with an even better theory. What if the envelope contained the ticket to Amsterdam he’d bought from my agency?’
I was like, ‘Why would he give the ticket away?’
‘It was never meant for him. Someone else was going to fly out in John Smith’s place.’
‘The woman?’
‘No. She was only the go-between, his p.a. or something. She couldn’t pose as John Smith, but a guy with a forged passport might.’
‘Why?’ Vicky asked.
‘Because he’s up to something.’
Vicky gasped ‘Terrorism?’
Anita shrugged. ‘Could be. Definitely something illegal.’
I exchanged a look with Vicky. Both of us were shocked. The game is turning far too serious.
Anita steamed on, ‘So I’m keyed up, ready for anything. Time goes by and most of the Amsterdam passengers have checked in. Finally one of the BA girls gives me a wave. I can see the back of the man at her desk and sure enough he’s got a carry-on case and nothing to check, so he must have tried to use the self-ticketing. But get this, girls. He isn’t the guy we know as city break man.’
‘Are you certain?’
‘Of course.’
‘What did you do?’
‘You’re going to be so proud of me. I took a couple of photos of him with my mobile while he was busy demanding his boarding pass. He had no idea I was doing it. Is that cool?’
‘Polar cool.’
‘Then I went up to the desk and spoke to him. I had a choice, didn’t I? Challenge him and say he wasn’t the geezer I knew from the travel agency or play along as if I didn’t know, like someone had sent me. That’s what I did. I asked if he was John Smith and he nodded, bloody liar.’
‘What did he look like?’
‘Better looking for a start. About the same age and build, but definitely a cut above our guy. Brown, intelligent eyes, whitened teeth, dark hair smoothed back. He was wearing casual clothes anyone could tell were expensive. Well, you can see the pictures I took.’
She showed us her mobile. The image was tiny, of course, but sharp considering how it had been taken. Her summing-up of his appearance was spot on. I gave it a close look.
And Vicky was like, ‘Did he speak?’
‘Sure. He glanced at the voucher and thanked me, smooth as you like.’
‘Any accent?’
‘Plummy, like the voice-overs for Famous Grouse. It was all over very fast. He pocketed the voucher, took his boarding pass from the BA girl and was away. I gave him a few seconds and then followed him up to the departure gate. I watched him go through. He’ll be in Amsterdam by now.’
‘If he didn’t hi-jack the plane,’ Vicky went.
‘We’d have heard.’
‘What’s he up to, then?’
‘Don’t know, but I doubt if it’s sightseeing. There must be plenty of reasons why someone travels incognito.’
‘Most of them illegal,’ I went. ‘But it’s high risk these days. Whatever he’s up to, it’s got to pay well.’
‘Perhaps he’s a spy.’
