So it was Peter now, qualified quickly by “with respect.” Things had moved on in two years.
“Explain,” said Diamond.
“The latest thinking about kidnap incidents is that you listen to their demands. What matters is that you establish contact and if possible build a relationship with the kidnapper. The aim is to assess the situation. Only then can you confidently form a plan to secure the release of the victim.”
What a pompous sod, thought Diamond. “You play along with him.”
“Exactly. Find out what he wants and keep him from turning violent. His demands may be impossible-we don’t know yet-but we have to appeat to be willing to negotiate.”
“And I’m the fall guy?”
Wigfull shtugged. “He asked for you. As I just said, the first principle-”
“Save it, then,” Diamond cut him short. “You want me to humor John Mountjoy. Seeing that I sent him down, it looks a nonstarter.”
“He asked for you by name.”
“How touching! Let’s face it, he wants the pleasure of blowing me away. What protection would I get? None. I can see it in your eyes.”
“We don’t know that he is armed,” Wigfull said.
Deciding apparently that this was not the best line to pursue, Tott said to Diamond, “My dear fellow, I won’t deny that there is a risk. Of course there’s a risk. I don’t know if you happen to be a father-”
“No,” said Diamond.
“Oh.” Tott wasn’t up to this. His attempt at persuasion ground to a halt.
It was Julie Hargreaves who remarked quietly, “It’s going to take an act of courage to save this young girl.”
Diamond was not an obvious hero; but he had an old-fashioned dislike of appearing a coward, particularly in front of a woman. Instead of backing off completely, he said, “Have there been any sightings of Mountjoy in this area? If his picture has been in the papers, there are going to be sightings.”
“None in Bath,” said Wigfull. “Practically every other city up and down the land, but you know what Bath is like.”
Diamond grunted his assent. Whether the city’s architecture was the distraction, he didn’t know, but the public seemed to lose the capacity to recognize faces. Members of the royal family sometimes shopped in Milsom Street and rarely got a second glance.
“You’ll get sod all help from the locals while you have this press embargo. Have you thought about lifting it?”
Tott gripped the arms of his chair. “I don’t think that would be wise.”
“We’d rather keep the incident under wraps for all sorts of reasons,” said Wigfull.
“Like the reputation of Avon and Somerset CID?”
Wigfull was too polished a diplomat to hit back. He gave Diamond a look that was more injured than angry. “The main point is to deny Mount joy the opportunity of manipulating the media. He’s no fool.”
Tott added, “And we don’t want the press or the public to hamper this operation.”
“It’s an operation, is it?” said Diamond.
“Investigation, then. Call it what you will.”
“I’m not bothered about the terminology, Mr. Tott. I’m simply making the point that if you want me in on this, I’m entitled to know the ground plan.”
“Absolutely,” agreed Tott, straightening in his chair, grabbing at what he took to be a lifeline.
“What has happened up to now?”
With a wave of his right hand Tott invited John Wigfull to respond. “We’re following the usual procedure for a kidnapping. Extensive searches of likely places within a five-mile radius of the city center.”
“That’s a lot of places.”
“We’ve got a lot of men deployed. Obviously we’re double-checking all reported break-ins and thefts of vehicles.”
“You believe he’s in the city?”
“He must have come in to snatch Samantha. She was busking in Stall Street.”
“What do you mean by ’snatch’? You wouldn’t snatch a girl out of Stall Street on Saturday afternoon. It’s awash with shoppers and tourists. Was she busking alone?”
“Yes.”
“Positively seen?”
Wigfull nodded. “One of her friends saw her playing at about four-fifteen. That was Una Moon, the same young woman who told us on Monday that she was missing. Miss Tott lives with a number of other young people in a house in Widcombe.”
“A squat, do you mean?”
Tott shifted uneasily. “Yes, it is a property occupied by unemployed young people. She left home almost a year ago, against our wishes I’m sorry to say.”
If Samantha had rebelled against Mr. Tott, she was in good company and there was something to be said for her. “Presumably your search squads have a picture.”
Julie Hargreaves produced a five-by-seven black-and-white print from her folder and passed it across the table. The original must have come from the Tott family album, for it showed a young girl in a taffeta evening gown with old-fashioned bouffant sleeves of the kind favored by young musicians on the concert platform. She was dangling a violin by her right leg and a boy by her left. A striking face with large, dark eyes and a finely shaped mouth that curved upward at the ends and so undermined the formality of the pose. Her hair was sensational-heaps upon heaps of natural curls in a triumphant version of the Afro style. Even more sensational when compared with her father’s flat-to-the-head short back and sides.
“Presumably she wasn’t dressed like this on Saturday?”
Julie Hargreaves answered, “A black knitted top and blue jeans with black tights underneath. Plus long black socks. It gets cold on the streets. And a well-worn pair of Reebok trainers. She had her violin with her, of course, and the case.”
“And the violin hasn’t been found?”
“No.”
Diamond reached for a sandwich. Whether by accident or design he tipped two more on the table and added them to his plate. While the others watched this maneuver he said casually, “What’s the plan, John?”
This bolt from the blue shocked Wigfull into displacement actvity: a hand dragged down the side of his face, a shuffling of shoes and some hefty throat-clearing. “That depends whether we have your cooperation,” he said finally.
“No it doesn’t,” said Diamond. “Look we’re not haggling in a Cairo bazaar. You have a plan and I’m entitled to hear it.”
“True.”
“Well?”
“Em…”
“Yes?”
“We, em, we recommend that you go along with whatever arrangement Mount joy suggests. We’ll supply a car for you fitted with a monitoring device.”
“Mountjoy doesn’t suggest that. He prohibits it. Specifically.”
Wigfull nodded. “But the bugs we use are so incredibly small now that it would be quite impossible for him to locate it, short of dismantling the car in a garage. We can monitor your position and keep a discreet surveillance. I emphasize discreet, Peter. There’s no question of moving in while you are with him. The object will be to track him afterwards.”
“To the place where Samantha is being held?”
“Hopefully, yes.”
“I’m glad you say hopefully,” commented Diamond. “I can’t see Mountjoy falling for this. He’s not so naive as to believe you wouldn’t use bugs just because he asked. My guess is that he’d have a stolen vehicle at the rendezvous ready to drive me off to some remote place where he’d top me before you lot blew the whistle.”
