few fillings in the process.
There was no escaping the fact we were not going to be able to run from this one. I was wearing the SIG on my right hip. This time, regardless of whether the horses were gun-shy or not, I knew I might have to use it.
As I urged Geronimo on, I checked back over my shoulder, fully expecting to see the Jeep gaining on us with every stride. To my intense surprise, it did not even seem to be giving chase. I yelled to Dina and sat up abruptly, managing to slow Geronimo’s headlong flight. Fortunately, the initial burst of speed had taken enough out of him for the old Quarter Horse to be glad of the excuse to drop back to a shambling trot, head low. Dina went for the easy way of stopping, which was simply to steer Cerdo into the sea and let the water act as a drogue chute.
And without the jostling vibration, I could see the Jeep had never come after us at all. It had bounced down onto the sand and carved a sweeping turn around Torquil. Just for a moment, I thought it must be some friend of his, and that would explain his reaction when the Jeep had first appeared.
But the Jeep continued to circle, tightening in until it was literally kicking sand into the boy’s face. Still he stood his ground, hand up to shield his eyes, not realising that the Jeep had neatly cut off his escape route back towards the car where his bodyguards waited, out of sight and earshot, oblivious.
‘Run,’ I muttered under my breath. ‘Run, dammit.’
But Torquil didn’t run, didn’t move at all until the Jeep swerved towards him suddenly, as though intending to mow him down. Only then did he take a couple of fast steps back, stumbled and went sprawling. The Jeep slewed to a halt just ahead of him.
As I pulled up, I saw a dark-clad figure jump out, pointing something at Torquil with his arm outstretched. I saw the boy paddle backwards, panic in every line of him now as he tried to scrabble away on all fours. The man – the outline was definitely male – stood his ground easily. He maybe even took a moment so the full import of what was about to happen to his victim really hit home.
Then the weapon in his hand jerked and Torquil lurched backwards into the sand, his body convulsing.
‘Oh my God!’ Dina cried, urging Cerdo back out of the surf, fighting for control. ‘They shot him! Torquil’s shot.’
I barged Geronimo in front of her when she would have gone barrelling back towards the Jeep, blocking her path.
‘It’s a Taser,’ I said, earning a furious look. I’d been hit with them enough to know.
‘So what?’ She pulled at her reins, trying to disentangle the two horses, and only succeeded in flustering the pair of them. I grabbed Cerdo’s bridle and held on for grim death.
A hundred metres away, the driver of the Jeep had jumped out and helped his passenger load a largely insensible Torquil into the back of the vehicle. They took an end each and more or less threw him in, the way you’d toss a long heavy bag over the edge of a cliff. I heard the thump of his body landing, even from there. The two men jumped back into the front.
‘Charlie, for God’s sake, let go,’ Dina wailed, close to tears now. ‘
‘Leave it, Dina!’ I snapped and, more quietly as the Jeep picked up speed and revved out of sight into the dunes, ‘Don’t you understand? There’s nothing I
But there was one thing – the only thing. I checked my watch out of habit. It was 09.23. I grabbed my cellphone out of my pocket, started to punch in the emergency number.
‘Don’t!’ If anything, Dina’s voice was more stricken than before.
‘What? Dina, I have to call this in, right now.’
‘No,’ she said, pale, her lips bloodless as a corpse, eyes huge. ‘Please. If it’s the same people …
I eyed her for a moment in exasperation, then remembered the conversation I’d had with Manda at Torquil’s birthday party. How she’d told me they’d threatened to kill her, slowly and painfully, if the authorities were called in. And Benedict, too. Despite the threats to their son, Benedict’s parents had hesitated, and they’d mutilated him. I snapped my phone shut and shoved it back in my jacket.
‘Let’s go find his protection team,’ I said shortly. ‘After that, it’s up to them who they call.’
I didn’t wait for her to answer, just nudged Geronimo forwards, heading for the spot where Torquil had been abducted. The horse seemed reluctant to approach, acting spooked as if he could sense that something bad had happened. Or maybe he just didn’t like the whiff of exhaust smoke that still hung in the air.
‘What’s that?’ Dina asked suddenly from behind me, pointing into the churned-up sand. I followed her arm and spotted something gleaming darkly. Jumping down, I discovered Torquil’s expensive PDA. It must have dropped out of his pocket when he fell. So much for the thought that Torquil might be able to call for help.
I picked it up automatically, shoved it in my pocket, and climbed back into the saddle.
The two of us rode up into the dunes until we spotted Torquil’s big gold Bentley, with his two bodyguards sitting inside. They got out as soon as they saw us, alerted by something that all was not well with their absent principal. I saw a familiar dread in the way they carried themselves.
The shit, I reasoned, was just about to hit the fan in a very big way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
‘As soon as I’d informed Eisenberg’s team of the situation, I got Dina out of there,’ I said.
Parker nodded. ‘Good work, Charlie.’ He paused. ‘How’s she taking it?’
‘Badly,’ I said flatly. ‘I think she blames me for not stepping in and saving him.’
He put his hand on my arm, gave it a quick squeeze. ‘You did your job and protected your principal without distraction,’ he said. ‘Nobody can argue with that.’
‘I know.’ I shrugged, gave him a weary smile. ‘It’s not much compensation somehow.’
We were back at the Willners’ house, which was more or less on a security lockdown. Dina had held it together until we’d got the horses back into the stable yard below the house, then had just about collapsed, weeping. The cynical part of me wondered if her fit of the vapours was a convenient way of avoiding the questions she must have known I was about to ask.
She was currently lying down in her room with the blinds drawn, being tended by her mother and their family doctor, with another of Parker’s guys, Joe McGregor, on guard outside her door.
Parker and I stood in the living area, staring out at the relentless ocean, muted by the glass. I was still in my riding clothes and smelt distinctly of sweaty horse. Parker contrasted sharply in a dark business suit and sober tie. It was half past noon. Almost exactly three hours since Torquil’s abduction.
‘What the hell is going on with this kid, Charlie?’ he murmured, eyes narrowed.
‘I wish I knew,’ I said. ‘The other night, at the country club, I would have sworn Torquil was in on the attempt made to grab Dina, but in that case, today’s developments don’t make any sense. If he’s involved, why have
‘Professional assessment – did it look real or fake to you?’
I considered for a moment, eyes focused back in memory, replaying the whole scene, from the moment the Jeep had leapt into view over the top of the dunes, to Torquil being unceremoniously tossed into the back of it.
‘I suppose I would have to say … real,’ I said slowly. ‘Nobody willingly agrees to have himself hit with a Taser – not when he could just have been threatened with it.’
‘He might not have been expecting them to go to quite that level of authenticity,’ Parker pointed out. ‘And if it’s the same people who took the others, they did chop off Benedict Benelli’s finger, don’t forget.’
‘Still, there was something about it … I don’t know.’ I frowned. ‘When the Jeep first appeared, he looked surprised but happy to see it – excited, even. And only when it came after him instead of Dina did he seem to panic, as if he’d been expecting to watch, not actively take part.’
‘Maybe he realised from what you said to him at the country club the other night that you were onto him, and he wanted to make it look good,’ Parker said. ‘Hence claiming he’d gotten an email from Dina asking for the meet.’
‘Ah, and there we might have a slight problem. He
Parker stilled at the implications. ‘So … Dina set this up?’
‘Not exactly, and that’s the problem,’ I said. ‘I found this on the beach.’
