‘The security services will be in touch if they come up with anything more about the two Russians.’
‘Good. Any word about the meeting?’
‘3 p.m. Home Office, day after tomorrow. Come in earlier; we’ll have lunch.’
FIFTEEN
Steven sat wondering for fully ten minutes how two Russian hit men could fit into the picture. There was no obvious way but the fact that it was the car they had traced and followed rather than him made him wonder if it could have been a case of mistaken identity. The car had not been new when he’d bought it from Stan Silver; it had been eight months old. He phoned Stan and asked about the previous owner.
‘A little old lady who only used it to go to church on Sundays,’ said Silver with a chuckle. ‘Like all my cars.’
‘I’m serious, Stan. Someone tried to take me out the game today. They got to me through the car.’
‘Hang on a mo…’
A rustle of paper announced Silver’s return to the phone. ‘Lieutenant Cyril Ormsby-Frew, with a hyphen, Grenadier Guards officer, needed some readies to pay off some gambling debts as I remember.’
‘Mmm, I suppose he might just fit the bill if he didn’t actually use the money to pay off his debts,’ mused Steven, thinking to himself that Russian Mafia were not exactly thin on the ground in the capital at present. ‘Thanks, Stan.’
Steven felt better. Mistaken identity was by far the most attractive explanation. Even if it came to be known that there was no body in the wreckage of the Porsche, the good lieutenant would be the target of whatever vendetta was going on and not him. Embracing this explanation meant that he would no longer have to tell Tally about an attempt on his life… it would only be a white lie if he told about the car accident without giving too much detail… but first he would phone Jenny.
Susan answered the phone.
‘How are things?’ asked Steven.
‘Better after your last visit but we’re still having our moments.’
‘I’m so sorry.’
‘Don’t worry, Steven, it’s only a stage she’s going through. We’ll all ride out the storm, I’m sure. Can I take it you’ll be up at the weekend?’
‘Actually… that’s a bit doubtful. I’m in the middle of an investigation and I’m not quite sure how things are going to turn out in the next few days.’
‘I see,’ said Susan, making it sound like, ‘Oh dear’. ‘That’s a pity. I think Jenny wanted to show you off to her school friends. I said she could ask a few round for tea on Saturday afternoon.’
Steven closed his eyes. ‘Sorry… look, I’ll see what I can do but
…’
‘It’s okay, Steven, I understand, I really do. We’ve known each other long enough to know that we don’t bullshit each other. If you can’t come up, I know you’ve got a damned good reason and there’s nothing you can do about it with a job like yours. Unfortunately, it’s Jenny you have to convince.’
‘You’d better put her on,’ said Steven. He heard Sue call out her name above background hubbub. ‘Jenny… it’s your daddy.’
‘Hello, nutkin, how are you?’ he asked as the phone was picked up.
‘I’m good, Daddy. I’m playing a computer game with Robin and Mary. Robin’s winning but only because he’s been practising round at his friend Colin’s house after school. Boys always have to win.’
‘I suppose,’ said Steven.
‘My friends Louise and Carol are coming round for tea on Saturday so you can meet them. I’ve told them you’re some sort of policeman in London. They asked if you had a gun but I told them that was just silly.’
‘Absolutely,’ said Steven, eyeing the Glock pistol hanging over the back of a chair in its holster. ‘Look, Jenny… I’m afraid I’m awfully busy just now. We’re on the trail of some really bad people and Daddy may not be able to get away to come up at the weekend…’
There was a long silence, which Steven found deafening. ‘Jenny?’
‘Yes, all right. Well, I’ll have to get back to the game now. Bye.’
Steven let out his breath in a long sigh before Sue picked up the phone again. ‘I take it that didn’t go down too well,’ she said sotto voce.
‘Like a lead balloon,’ said Steven. ‘I’m sorry if you’re going to get the fall-out from this…’
‘Like I said, don’t worry about it. She’s been quite happy being one of our family for long enough. She’s just experimenting with the people around her, seeing if they’ll dance to her tune. It’s all part of growing up.’
‘Thanks, Sue. You really are a special person, Richard too. I don’t know what I would have done without you guys…’
‘Let’s not go into all that again,’ said Sue. ‘You know we love Jenny as our own and that’s an end to it. Get on with your job and don’t let this worry you. It’ll sort itself out.’
Steven poured himself a drink and gave himself a few minutes before calling Tally. The feel-good factor he’d got earlier from concluding that the attempt on his life had been down to mistaken identity had all but evaporated in the space of Jenny’s long silence on the phone.
He was just about to hang up when Tally answered. ‘Sorry, I was in the bath. I usually take a phone in with me but I’m so tired I forgot. I was going to let it ring but then I thought it might be you.’
Steven smiled at the wealth of information. ‘And now you’re dripping all over the floor?’
‘I’ll just take you back into the bathroom… and put you down while I climb back into the bath… There, that’s better. God, I’m bushed. What a day.’
‘As bad as you feared, huh?’
‘And then some. Sometimes I hate my job.’
‘Really?’
‘Well, maybe it’s not my job I hate; it’s the NHS. I’m sick to the back teeth of being manipulated by bureaucrats so that they can meet targets and tick boxes for a bunch of stupid politicians who don’t know up from down when it comes to health care.’
‘Let it all hang out, girl.’
‘Setting targets hasn’t improved patient care at all; it’s just created thousands of jobs for people who can manipulate figures to make it appear as if targets are being met. It’s a nonsense.’
‘It’s not the first time I’ve heard that,’ said Steven.
‘I’m sorry… it’s been a long day and here I am, taking it out on you. Sorry, how was your day?’
‘Well, I came off the motorway at 80mph, did a couple of somersaults, landed in a field and then the Porsche blew up… apart from that, nothing special.’
‘You are joking. Right?’
‘Afraid not but I’m absolutely fine apart from a couple of scratches here and there.’
‘Oh, Steven, how awful. What happened?’
‘Front tyre blow-out. Nothing much you can do when that happens.’
‘It must have been absolutely terrifying.’
‘I’ve had better experiences. Still, no real harm done and I live to fight another day.’
‘I take it Sci-Med knows what happened?’
‘Yes, I’ve been in touch. There’s a top level meeting scheduled for Friday about the Pinetops affair.’
‘My God, I’d certainly like to be a fly on the wall at that,’ said Tally.
‘I’ll let you know what happens.’
‘If you can.’
‘The Official Secrets Act is not there for the convenience of politicians although you might be forgiven for thinking so sometimes. They’re not going to get away with using it this time without coming up with an explanation which I can’t begin to imagine.’
‘I’ve got a weekend off,’ said Tally.
