‘Fine, Mom,’ he replied.
‘ Ag, you’re so brave. Still, we have to get you to the doctor to make sure everything is fine.’ Sannie switched to English. ‘This is Mr Furey, Christo. He works with Mommy. He’s from England.’
‘Hello,’ Christo said, holding out his hand, which Tom shook. Sannie was proud of his manners. ‘Do you play rugby in England?’
Tom laughed. ‘Not me. I used to play football — soccer.’
‘That’s funny,’ Christo said. ‘Do you know Kaizer Chiefs?’
Then Sannie laughed, and said to Tom, who was shaking his head, ‘Soccer’s mostly played by the black Africans in this country. That’s why he’s interested in you playing it. Come, let’s go.’
Mrs De Villiers returned a few minutes later with little Ilana, whose hair colour and cut, nose and mouth were all carbon copies of her mother’s. ‘Christo fell over, Mommy. Who’s this man?’ she asked in Afrikaans.
Sannie repeated the explanations and introduced Tom, but Ilana maintained a shyness act in front of the British policeman. Sannie said goodbye to Mrs De Villiers and bundled the kids into the back of the car.
The doctor’s surgery was in a small shopping centre, surrounded by a fence of spike-topped metal poles and patrolled by security guards, low-key by Johannesburg standards. Tom went into the waiting room with Sannie and sat with the kids while she spoke to the receptionist. Fortunately the doctor would be able to see them quickly, after his current patient. She thanked the woman and went back to her family. Ilana, she noticed, was showing Tom a picture of a lion in an old copy of National Geographic. Tom asked her what sort of noise it made, and the five year old let out a mighty roar that caused an old lady sitting across from them to burst into laughter. The kids seemed at ease around Tom already and Christo was asking him if he had any scars.
‘I’m so sorry to drag you through all this,’ Sannie said to him.
‘Like I said, I’ve got nowhere else to go and nothing to do until my flight. Would the kids like an ice cream? I saw a shop next door.’
The two small faces turned to her, nodding their approval. They hadn’t had lunch so normally she wouldn’t have agreed, but with Christo injured and the kids so settled in his company it couldn’t hurt. ‘You don’t have to, Tom, but I’m sure it would cement the friendship.’
Tom left them. A cell phone started ringing in her handbag, but the ring tone was unfamiliar. It was Tom’s. In her state of concern over Christo she’d instinctively scooped up Tom’s phone from the Merc’s console, as she never left her phone open to view in a car park, even one with security. She looked over her shoulder out the window of the surgery and saw Tom had disappeared into the ice-cream shop. She could let the call go through to voicemail, but it could be something important. She answered.
‘Tom Furey’s phone.’
‘Hello? Oh, Sannie, is that you?’
‘ Ja.’ It was a woman’s voice. Just as she recognised it, the caller continued.
‘It’s Carla. Are you two still together?’
‘I’m taking him to the airport.’
‘Oh, cool. Look, would you be a dear, please, Sannie, and ask him if he saw one of my gold earrings this morning? I’ve looked everywhere and the maids can’t find it. The only other place it could have come out was Tom’s suite. It might have got mixed up with some of his kitundu when he was packing this morning.’
‘Sure, no problem. I’ll pass the message on,’ Sannie said and hung up. She felt queasy. Perhaps it was the smell of the doctor’s surgery. Perhaps not.
Tom sat in the BA lounge at OR Tambo International Airport, sipping a bloody mary he’d just fixed himself from the self-service bar. The lounge was in tranquil contrast to the bustling departure terminal upstairs.
He’d realised straightaway that Sannie’s change in attitude towards him was due to the message Carla had left. He’d tried, twice, to tell her what happened, but Sannie had shut down the explanation before he’d had time to get it out.
‘I told you, Tom, it’s got nothing to do with me. We’re all adults here. What you do in your off time is your business.’
She was right, of course, and he was a bit pissed off that her tone suggested he’d done something wrong when, in fact, he hadn’t. It was a shame, though, that their time had ended coolly, just when he thought he was getting to know her better. While he hadn’t pushed things over dinner, he wanted her to like him — and not just in the professional sense as two colleagues who would still have to work together closely. The kids had surprised him, as well — how much he enjoyed the brief time he spent with them. Ilana had pretended to read to him from a magazine while they waited for Christo to get his head stitched, and the boy had proudly showed off his sutured wound to Tom when he and Sannie had at last emerged from the doctor’s room. He felt a sense of loss now, as though he’d let something precious slip through his fingers.
The Daily Mail he was flicking through must have come in on the morning’s flight as it already had a small piece about the explosion in Enfield. The Home Secretary was reported as saying: ‘Security service officers had this house under surveillance because its occupants were suspected of having links to a terrorist organisation.’
Tom frowned. That was a bit of an oversimplification. The house was occupied by suspected people smugglers who had possibly provided refuge to terrorist suspects. The fact that Steve had found pornography on the computer also led Tom to suspect the illegal immigrants who moved through the house were bound for the sex trade. Still, he knew politicians liked to simplify things and the ‘T’ word was always good for a headline. He thought again about the computer expert who had lost his life. What a bloody waste. They’d probably never know what it was that he had been so excited about.
One thing there was no doubting, the occupants had to have been hiding something very sensitive in the house — presumably on their computer — to blow it up. He wondered if they were, as the government was speculating, in the process of planning another ‘spectacular’ in the league of the Twin Towers or the London Underground bombing.
He checked his watch and called Shuttleworth’s direct number from his mobile phone. When the chief inspector answered, Tom gave him a brief rundown on the advance recce in South Africa and assured him everything was in order at this end.
‘We’ve still had no word from Nick,’ Shuttleworth said.
‘How about the strip club, guv?’
‘Nothing there, either. That girl, Ebony — real name Precious Mary Tambo — appears to have done a bunk. She’s an illegal and they’ve had no further word from her. We’ve got a home address, though. Frank and Bill are going around to check it later today. Nick’s ex hasn’t heard from him, either.’
‘I’ll type up a report when I get back, but from here it seems our Nick was getting his end away when he could while he was in Africa. Also frequented a table-dancing club in Pretoria and seemed to prefer African girls.’
‘Hmmm. I don’t like any of this, Tom.’
Tom agreed. Had Nick got himself into some kind of trouble? Drugs? Gambling? Seeing a stripper wasn’t grounds for dismissal from the force, but it was possibly an indicator that he was involved in something on the fringes of the law. Had Nick been seduced or coerced into helping the African woman? Police officers didn’t just disappear.
The flight to London Heathrow was called and Tom drained his bloody mary. He was looking forward to reaching home and getting a good night’s rest before his first full day with Robert Greeves.
As he got up he noticed a glossy coffee table book standing on a bookshelf. It was about the wildlife of the Kruger National Park. He remembered the excitement of the close encounter with the silent predator — the leopard — in the darkness. Despite his misgivings about the job, he was looking forward to coming back to Africa in a couple of days’ time.
If this was a normal job, he would have been staying in Africa. Another protection officer would have escorted Greeves on his flight and Tom would have met them at the airport. But these were not normal times, as the increased threat alert and Nick’s disappearance had proved. It meant they were cutting corners and Tom felt his initial niggling concerns growing.
7
