I cleared my throat, got his attention. ‘What does it mean if it’s complicated?’
‘He didn’t buy it. He developed it or he got it from the developer. I can’t see the developer lending it, though.’
‘Let’s say he developed it.’
‘There’s probably only a couple of dozen people in the country working on stuff like that.’
‘How many here?’
‘Not many.’
‘Could you find out?’
‘I could ask the obvious places, sure. If it’s a bloke in a garage, that’s a problem.’
‘Would a bloke in a garage develop something like this without ever talking to other people in the field? How would he know it hadn’t already been done? What would he be planning to do with it? Presumably he didn’t do all this work just to disguise his voice for a kidnap.’
‘There’s no knowing what blokes in garages will do. But those are certainly interesting questions.’
‘Interesting questions?’ I said. ‘You know, I liked your personality more when you didn’t have this air of running a special tutorial for the dimwitted, when you were just a scared prick trying to prove he was as hard as the next man. And failing. Remember that?’
Orlovsky gave me a smile that conveyed enjoyment, drank some coffee. ‘Can’t bear it, can you?’ he said. ‘Other people move on, develop, grow. You were snap-frozen at fifteen, thereabouts. Know what they do with these huge tuna they catch to sell to the Japanese? First, they hook them, then they shoot them, in the water, in the head, get them close to the boat and shoot them in the head with a.22. But that doesn’t kill them, that isn’t what you want to do. You want to get them on board, very gently, they’re upset, they’ve been hooked and shot, then you core their brains while they’re alive, like you’d core an apple, with that thing you force in, push down, twist, pull out the core. Then they stick a wire down the spine. Now the fish is brain-dead, automatic nervous system gone, no more alarm signals being sent out to the flesh, and in top-class condition for slicing and eating. Raw.’
I finished my coffee, wished I hadn’t had a second one. ‘You’re saying I’m like that?’ I said. ‘Like a tuna?’
‘No, you’re the guy with the.22 and the piece of wire.’
‘That’s better. So you’re the tuna?’
‘I could have been,’ said Orlovsky. ‘I could have been. But I resisted.’
‘Swam away with a bullet in your brain. See if you can find out who’s working on this voice stuff,’ I said. ‘Start now. About tomorrow, you’re going on the road.’
‘Before dawn,’ he said.
‘How much do you make?’
Orlovsky eyed me suspiciously. ‘It’s a commitment,’ he said. ‘It’s an obligation.’
‘Far be it from me to come between you and your commitments. Can you get a stand-in?’
He rubbed his jaw, an imperfectly shaved jaw, a shave in progress. ‘The boss might do it himself. Can’t just bring in a temp for work like this, you know. There’s trust involved, I’m dealing with people…’
‘Don’t tell me,’ I said. ‘I’m not a cop anymore and I still don’t want to know. Tell the boss your temporary employer has urgent need of your services and he’ll pay, what, five hundred? For inconveniencing the man, the person. How much do you make?’
‘For the three days, six-fifty a day.’
‘Okay, two grand to you for lost earnings, five hundred to the boss. He saves the two grand you get, he’s up two-and-a-half on the deal.’
‘If he wanted to save two grand, he’d always do it himself. He doesn’t like going out there. That’s why he pays me.’
‘A thousand.’
‘This is Carson money you’re spending. You’re acting as if it’s yours.’
I shook my head at him. ‘The concept of honest stewardship of other people’s money means nothing to you, does it?’
Orlovsky smiled, stroked a patch of stubble. ‘Nothing that I can think of, no.’
We drove back to the Carson compound. No one was waiting in the underground carpark, no messages.
Walking though the garden, I listened to the voice in my head saying: It’s not too late, it’s not too late. Call Noyce now. Tell him you think you were wrong. They must call in the cops now. But I knew I couldn’t, wouldn’t.
27
From the Garden House, with nothing else to do, in deep dread, unable to simply wait, I rang Graham Noyce.
‘Two things. First, if and when they ring, I want proof that she’s alive. I’m giving them a deadline to produce it. I’ve got a bad feeling.’
‘I’ll clear it with Tom,’ he said. ‘I think he’ll agree. What else?’
‘I’d like to ask Mark’s old firm some questions. Ross, Archer amp; Stegley.’
A moment’s silence. ‘Why’s that?’
I gave him a moment’s silence back. ‘Idle curiosity.’
A sniff. ‘It’s a reasonable question, Frank.’
‘You didn’t tell me about Mark and the Poles. The Polish Russians.’
‘Jesus, what else haven’t I told you about? Let’s set aside a week or two, I’ll give you a background briefing on the Carson family, close and extended, near and far. In the meantime, I don’t think these shonks Mark gets mixed up with would actually get around to abducting his daughter, cutting off her finger. Do you?’
I gave him another measured silence.
‘For Christ’s sake, Frank,’ he said wearily, ‘Mark is the one who gets ripped off in these insane deals.’
‘Is Mark out of bounds? Just say the word.’
‘Fuck. I’d like to kick the cunt out of bounds. Listen, the reason it’s not a good time to be asking around about Mark is simply that the float’s two weeks off. People are sniffing around. Journos, the fucking stockbrokers’ analysts. And someone’s putting out the word that the institutions think Tom should stand down as chief executive, that he’s too old, lacks vision, he’s a drag on the company’s future. With me?’
‘Just vaguely.’
‘So this is a really tense time. Anything can have a spin put on it, we can see five years’ work, fifty years’ work you might say, all go down the tubes.’ Pause. ‘Anyway, who told you about Mark and the Poles?’
‘Pat. And Martie Harmon.’
‘Who put you onto Martie Harmon?’
‘Barry.’
‘To what end, may I ask?’
‘He thought I should have been told about the phone call from the person with the American accent. Should I have been, do you think? And another question: who do you work for?’
‘I work for the company. I’m a servant of the company.’
‘You work for Tom?’
‘It’s not that clear-cut.’ Another sniff. ‘I work for the Carsons. All the Carsons. I steer my frail craft among the Carson shoals and reefs. Tom is now formally the head of the company but until recently I reported directly to the old man, to Pat. And I was hired by Barry.’
Only the questions are simple. Who said that? I felt sand in my eyes, grit, and I blinked and blinked.
‘Tom was at the first meeting,’ said Noyce. ‘He had ample opportunity to tell you about Mark and the threat from the Poles, whoever. He didn’t. I took my cue from that.’
A moment’s silence. Then he said, ‘Is Barry suggesting Mark’s Poles are relevant?’
‘No. I mentioned Mark and he told me about the phone call.’
Now Noyce sighed, a sigh felt deeply. ‘Frank, a month ago a newspaper wanted to do a two-part feature on
