smile.
After about a second in its beam her hand fluttered up to her chest and her eyes softened. ‘You mean Dr
‘No, that’s OK,’ Gabriel said. ‘Guy who pointed me here already signed for it.’
He slipped back into the hallway. The place was filled with people. He heard someone shouting in the reception area behind him. He pressed on to the delivery bay. The back of the building was deserted. At the far end of the alley he saw an ambulance easing into the morning traffic on Hallelujah Crescent.
He jumped down from the concrete platform and sprinted to where he’d left his bike behind a large refuse bin. With two hard kicks on the starter pedal he gunned it up the alley then braked hard. Hallelujah Crescent was a one-way street, always crammed at this time of the morning. Gabriel looked left. He couldn’t see the ambulance. He began threading his way in and out of the cars, scanning the traffic ahead. The road uncoiled before him, bit by frustrating bit, until it reached the junction with the southern boulevard and split in two — right towards the outskirts and left towards the Citadel. His money was on left, but he eased the bike into the central line for the time being, ready to turn in either direction the moment he spotted his target.
He stamped his heel on the brake, locking the back wheel. A horn blared and a van steered around him, its driver shouting angrily from the safety of his cab. Gabriel didn’t even notice. He was looking up the boulevard, checking both ways, confirming that somewhere between the alley and this junction the ambulance had simply vanished.
Chapter 66
Reis was scanning a sheet of paper when Arkadian walked into his office.
‘Anything missing?’
‘Nope.’ Reis remained at his desk. ‘I thought they may have taken this — the lab report I told you about — but I guess they didn’t know what it was. It’s. . extraordinary.’
He glanced over the Inspector’s shoulder and his face registered surprise. Liv stood in the doorway behind him.
Arkadian sighed. ‘Reis, this is Liv Adamsen. She’s related to. . She’s the monk’s sister.’
‘Yeah, I. . er. . Hi. .’ A nervous smile tweaked the edges of Reis’s mouth. ‘Sorry about the, er. .’ He trailed off as his mind tottered through a minefield of inappropriate responses to what had just happened.
‘Sorry about losing my brother’s body?’ Liv suggested.
‘Yeah. . I guess. .’ he said. ‘First time it’s ever happened.’
‘Well, that’s reassuring.’
Reis blushed, ruining his well-cultivated pallor, and dropped his gaze. ‘No, I suppose. . er. . no. .’ He shut up before he could dig himself deeper.
Arkadian pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘Miss Adamsen. .’ He fixed her with what he hoped was a look of suitable authority. ‘I know you’re angry, and you have a right to be, but I’ve got every uniform out there looking for that ambulance. We’ll get your brother back. I shouldn’t have let you down here in the first place, and now it’s a crime scene you can’t be here. I need you to go back up to reception and wait until we’ve secured this area.’
Liv held his gaze. ‘No.’
‘It wasn’t a request.’
Very deliberately, Liv stepped into the office and sat down opposite Reis. ‘Let me explain why I’m staying. In the last twenty-four hours I’ve discovered that my brother, who I thought was already dead,
She let the words sink in.
‘I know how to behave at a crime scene. I can’t contaminate this one further because I’ve already been in it. So you might as well keep me here and keep me happy. Because,’ she held up the crumpled newspaper, ‘if you try and pack me off, the first thing I’ll do is call my editor. Think he might hold the front page?’
Reis flicked between Arkadian and the girl as they stared each other out, until Arkadian finally blinked.
‘OK,’ he said. ‘Stay. But if anything does leak to the press, anything at all, I’m going to assume it came from you and charge you with obstruction of an ongoing investigation. Are we clear?’
‘Perfectly.’ She turned, the ice in her green eyes instantly thawing. ‘So — Reis, isn’t it. .?’
The pathologist nodded. Feisty women frightened him at the best of times. He also found them incredibly attractive. This one was off the scale.
‘You were saying something about a lab report?’
Reis glanced at Arkadian, who just shrugged.
‘OK. Er. . lab reports are a normal part of the clinical procedure. . as you probably know. Here we always run a standard batch of tissue tests and tox routines to establish certain things and rule out others, such as whether the subject may have taken, or been given, something that could have contributed to their death. One of these measures the extent of necrosis in the liver, which often helps establish time of death. We didn’t really need to in this case because of all the witnesses, but procedure is procedure. These are the results — ’ He gestured at a red note stapled to the top sheet.
‘It came back with a contamination query. They think the sample must have been incorrectly labelled. There was no sign of any necrosis; in fact, quite the opposite. The cells appear to be. . regenerating. Liver cells do regenerate, of course, but only if the host is alive. .’
Arkadian wondered — too late — if it had been the smartest move to let Liv hear this.
‘I checked it out thoroughly. The sample they got was definitely from the monk. So going purely on these results, and ignoring the fact that I performed the post-mortem myself. .’ He hesitated. ‘I’d say he was on the mend. .’
Chapter 67
A third of the way along Hallelujah Crescent, in a tall, elegant building that had been hollowed out, reinforced and turned into an extortionately expensive car park, a metal screen rolled up and a plain white transit van edged its way into the traffic.
Gabriel watched from across the street, his face obscured by his visor. He glanced down at a handheld PDA device, like a motorcycle courier checking the details of a delivery. Towards the top of the screen a small white dot pulsed gently while a street map scrolled up around it. The movement of the dot corresponded exactly with that of the van, or, more precisely, the movement of Samuel’s body as the transponder he’d inserted in his throat transmitted his location.
He slipped the PDA into his jacket pocket and kick-started the bike. The van reached the end of the crescent and turned left towards the heart of the old town. Gabriel followed a few cars back.
Just short of the northern boulevard the van peeled off down a slip road past a large sign welcoming visitors to the Umbrasian Quarter.
For as long as Ruin had existed, the Umbrasian or Shadow Quarter had been the least popular and therefore least populated part of the city. Tucked below the northern side of the Citadel, the streets here remained permanently shrouded in the shadow of the mountain, even at the height of summer. In the modern era its cheap land prices made it the perfect location for the vast car parks needed to cater for the armies of tourists swarming to the city. It was into this valley of cold, grey concrete that the van now drove.
Once they left the anonymity of the ring road, Gabriel dropped further back and slid in behind a shuttle bus. The van turned sharp right, down a narrow alleyway between two huge multi-storey monstrosities.
Gabriel continued on past, pulled a fast U-turn, mounted the pavement, killed the engine and tilted the bike against its foot-rest. He slid off the detachable side-mirror and sprinted to the corner of the building, flipping up his
