‘There’s just a village bobby, and the only thing that’s older than him is his bicycle.’
‘Security?’
‘State of the art, plus some personal touches. The entire estate is surrounded by a ten-foot wall topped with electrified barbed wire.’
‘Criminals always take more stringent precautions when it comes to their own safety and possessions than honest people,’ said the Hawk, coming on the line for the first time. ‘Do you think it’s possible his drugs factory could be situated somewhere in the grounds?’
‘It seems unlikely, sir,’ said Paul, ‘not least because it would make a lousy distribution centre. Everyone in the village would see the gear coming in and going out. But I’ll stay put for now and see if I can pick up anything on the local grapevine.’
‘Good,’ said Lamont. ‘Meanwhile, I’ll arrange to fly over the property in the Met’s helicopter tomorrow morning. Though from what you say, I don’t expect to find anything incriminating. I suspect the place is all part of his public front, as the chairman of a successful tea company.’
‘And the taxi that took him to the airport – where did it end up?’ asked the Hawk.
‘Back at the driver’s home in Chiswick,’ said Jackie. ‘He turns out to be a licensed black cab driver. But on Friday afternoons he only has one customer, who he picks up in the City at four-twenty p.m. and drops off in The Boltons around five. He then drives him on to Heathrow a couple of hours later, dropping him at a different terminal each week. I’ve already fitted a tracking device to his taxi so we don’t always have to cover every terminal.’
‘I’ve only just authorized that,’ said the Hawk, ‘so did you attach the device before or after you had my permission?’
‘It may have been a few hours before,’ admitted Jackie.
‘Don’t make that kind of mistake again, DC Roycroft. It’s the sort of thing that could trip us up in court and scupper the whole operation. In future, play it by the book, or you might find yourself back on the beat.’
‘Yes, sir,’ said Jackie. After she’d put the phone down she added, ‘But the criminals are working from a different book, in case you haven’t noticed . . . sir.’
‘I wonder if they’ve discovered where the factory is?’ said William to a large marble lady.
‘I’m sure they’ll somehow manage to survive without you for a couple of weeks, detective sergeant,’ said Beth, as she checked her guidebook.
‘So what have you got planned for this afternoon?’ asked William, feeling a little guilty.
‘A visit to the Borghese, where you’ll have a chance to see three of the finest Berninis, an unforgettable Raphael, and—’
‘Titian’s Sacred and Profane Love.’
‘Painted in which year?’
‘1514.’
‘I sometimes forget that you read Art History at King’s, between running around a cinders track all day and reading Agatha Christie at night.’
‘Simenon, actually. In French. So when do we get to see Da Vinci and Michelangelo?’
‘Patience, caveman. We still have another week to view the works of arguably the two greatest artists who’ve ever lived.’
‘I’m more of a Caravaggio man, myself.’
‘Then you probably already know that there are eleven of his works in galleries or churches right here in Rome. But tell me, DS Warwick, if you had been given the opportunity to arrest Caravaggio and have him hanged for murder in 1606, following a bar-room brawl, what decision would you have made?’
‘Hanged the damned man,’ said William. ‘Unlike that greedy hypocrite Pope Paul V.’
‘I’m glad you weren’t pope at the time,’ said Beth, ‘otherwise we wouldn’t be able to see nine of those eleven masterpieces.’
‘Do you think the Hawk knows we’re having an affair?’ said Jackie.
‘Of course he does,’ said Ross. ‘That’s why he chose you as my liaison officer.’
‘But most people think you’ve left the force.’
‘Including my mother. But that was all part of Hawksby’s plan. So many young officers resign in the first couple of years, they’re quickly forgotten.’
‘But it’s still a hell of a decision to become a long-term UCO, considering all the risks that involves.’
‘I’ve always been a loner,’ said Ross. ‘The Hawk spotted that early on in my career, and took advantage of it.’
‘So are you getting anywhere, or just claiming lots of overtime?’
‘That’s for others to decide. But I’ve already established that Tulip is a regular at the Three Feathers, as are several other dealers whose names I’ll be able to add to fairly soon. But it’s not something I can afford to hurry. For a UCO patience isn’t a virtue, it’s a necessity. That is if you hope to survive. If just one of those bastards suspected for a moment that I was a member of the drugs squad, the next time you saw me I’d be floating up the river on the early morning tide.’ He placed a hand on the inside of Jackie’s thigh.
‘Not yet,’ she said, removing his hand.
‘But I haven’t had sex for weeks.’
‘Who do you think you’re kidding? The Hawk got your latest report, and even asked me to congratulate you. But now he wants you to find out where Rashidi’s slaughter is.’
‘That could take a little longer, because the Viper doesn’t invite you into his nest until you’ve proved yourself, and I’m still only a runner, the lowest form of life. So I doubt that’s going to happen overnight.’ He took Jackie in his arms and began to kiss her gently on her breasts.
For a moment she forgot what the other question was that the Hawk wanted answered, as her lover’s tongue moved hungrily down her body. She lay back and didn’t think of England. Soon after they’d made love, Ross slipped out of bed and began to get dressed.
‘Aren’t you going to take a shower?’ she asked.
‘Doesn’t go with the territory,’ said Ross unashamedly.
And then she remembered. ‘The boss wants you to keep an eye out for a dealer called Adrian Heath. He was on your
