twice more. She continued to ignore it. She opened a drawer, took out a fork and picked up her plate.
She ate only a couple of mouthfuls but was unable to face any more. Wearily, she dialled her voicemail: seven missed calls, no messages, caller ID withheld.
Two more calls came in while she was watching television; her mobile phone was in the kitchen. She recalled what Michael Parks had said. Her response would drive Daniels to distraction as he was unable to take control of the situation. Nothing on the TV could take her mind off it.
She picked up her plate again then almost dropped it when the land line rang. After a moment, she answered it.
It was Langton. ‘Has he called again?’
‘Nine times, on the mobile. Caller ID withheld.’
There was a pause.
‘It shows he’s worried about calling you on the land line. You told him you would be at home, right?’
‘Yes.’
‘OK. He must be getting really pissed off. Well, we just sit it out. Goodnight.’
‘Goodnight.’
Anna went to check every window and the front door twice, to satisfy herself she was properly locked in. Then she returned to the lounge and waited nervously. They were using McDowell as a decoy and now they were using her as the bait.
‘He’s using me, the bastard,’ she muttered, rubbing her head. Actually, they were both using her, Langton and Daniels; just for different reasons.
Langton asked the officers outside Daniels’s flat to verify the target was still at home. They ascertained that no one had seen him leave; all the lights were on. Langton insisted they go further: one of them should question the tenants in the basement flat to make sure there was no possible way he could have left unseen.
The officers crossed the road from their patrol car and rang the basement doorbell. It was opened on a link chain and a young girl peered out. After a couple of minutes’ conversation, one of the officers followed her inside. When he returned to the car, he told the other: ‘Daniels might have climbed out the back way; you get to the mews over a flat roof. She said she’d done it once when she left her keys at work. She said his flat is an easier climb.’
Langton went ballistic. He instructed the officer to make damned sure Daniels was home by going up to his flat to find out.
Lewis came on the line after a few minutes. ‘You were right. Climbed over the roof. He’s in a taxi; we’re at Marble Arch. I’m right on his tail.’
‘Stay in touch,’ said Langton. ‘I’ll be waiting.’
‘Will do.’ Lewis cut off the call.
Moira raised her eyebrows as Barolli slammed down the phone, fuming. ‘This is bloody ridiculous! The bloody surveillance officers had to knock on his frigging door to find out if he was still at home! And guess what? Nobody answered!’
‘Wasn’t there anyone out the back?’
‘There was supposed to be.’
At that moment, Langton, wearing a tracksuit with the hood pulled up, jogged round the corner into Anna’s street. He went to sit in the unmarked car waiting opposite Anna’s block of flats.
When Anna’s mobile phone rang, she counted it as the tenth time. After five rings, it went to voicemail. This time, however, no sooner had it stopped ringing than her land line rang. Feeling a kind of dread, she slowly reached for the phone.
‘Hello?’
‘Anna.’
‘Alan.’
‘Don’t you answer your mobile phone?’
‘I must have let the batteries run too low. Why? Have you been trying to contact me?’
‘Doesn’t matter. Did the washing-machine repair man come?’
‘It was the dishwasher and yes he did, thanks.’
‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m just about to have a bath. I need an early night.’
‘Have you eaten?’
‘Yes, I made some scrambled eggs.’
‘So, you wouldn’t like to have dinner with me?’
‘I’d really like to, Alan, but it can’t be tonight. It’s very late.’
‘You’re breaking my heart, you know that?’ His voice had become seductive. ‘I keep on remembering that kiss … the moment when it was happening and you were in my arms. Was it as special for you?’
She hesitated. ‘Yes.’
‘Thank God for that,’ he laughed lightly. ‘I hoped I wasn’t making a fool of myself. When do you next have time off?’
‘I don’t have my schedule with me. It’s all quite hyper at the moment.’
‘Oh, right, the arrest of McDowell. Has he been charged?’
‘Yes, he was in court this morning.’
‘Charged with the murders?’
‘Yes, not all of them. We don’t have the evidence for all of them. You’re doing it again, Alan. You know I’m not supposed to talk about this.’
‘Now you’re being silly.’
‘Sorry?’
‘You don’t have to be that way with me. I knew one
of the victims rather intimately. Of course I would be interested.’
‘I’m sorry, Alan. I understand. More than ever after what McDowell told us.’
‘What did he tell you?’
‘How badly you were treated.’
‘Is she one of the victims he’s charged with murdering?’
She noticed he still could not use the word ‘mother’. He hadn’t mentioned Lilian Duffy’s name once.
‘Well, is she?’
‘All I can tell you is that they found some very incriminating evidence in the basement where McDowell lives.’
‘Like what?’
Anna sighed. She’d been instructed to appear uneasy about giving him this information.
‘It was a handbag,’ she said. ‘Which belonged to one of the victims.’
‘That’s pretty conclusive, isn’t it? Did they find anything else? Serial killers take tokens from their victims, don’t they?’
‘Yes, and McDowell was quite a ladies’ man. But he’s proving very tricky to question. He’s very, very intelligent.’
‘Are we talking about the same man? He’s a drunk.’
‘He didn’t appear to be. He’s got a top lawyer, too.’
At that moment, Anna’s front door buzzer rang. She looked down: there would not be enough telephone lead to carry the phone to the door.
‘Alan, can you wait a second? I left my coffee in the kitchen.’
She put the phone down. In the hall, she looked through the spy hole, but could see nothing. Then she clicked on the door intercom.
‘Who is it?’
‘Langton,’ the intercom crackled.
Anna buzzed him in.
A few seconds later Daniels had pushed the door to her flat open. He stood in front of her, smiling and waving his mobile. ‘Surprise, surprise. Aren’t you going to ask me in? Good impression, don’t you think?’ He
