Tooth and Nail

,’Oh well,' said Chambers with a sigh, as though resigned to this stalemate. 'Out she goes.'

Ahead, Rebus saw the BMW's passenger door swing open as the car veered onto the pavement.

'What are you doing!' screamed Lisa. 'No! No! Let me go!'

'Chambers!' Rebus yelled towards the handset. 'Leave, her!' The. BMW swerved back into the road, the door drifting shut. There was a pause.

'Hello,', said Chambers's voice. 'To whom am I speaking?'

'My name's Rebus. We met at '

'John!' It was Lisa's voice, very afraid now, almost hysterical. The sound of the slap was a static crack in Rebus's ear.

'I said leave. her!' Rebus yelled.

'I know. you did,' said Chambers, 'but then you're hardly in a position to give orders. Anyway, now that I know you two know each other, that makes things interesting, doesn't it, Inspector?'

'You remember me?'

'I have — an; intimate knowledge of everyone on the Wolfman case. I've taken an interest in it from the: start for obvious 'reasons. There was always someone around willing to tell what they knew.'

'So you could keep one step ahead?'

'One step?' Chambers — laughed. 'You: flatter yourself. So tell me, Inspector, what do we do now?' Do you stop your car Edward's car, I should say or do I kill your friend here? Do you know, she wanted to ask me — about the psychology of court trials. She couldn't have picked better, could she, the little bitch?' Lisa was sobbing. Rebus could hear her, and every sound: cut him a little' deeper. 'Picture in, the paper,' Chambers was cooing. 'Picture in the paper with the big tough detective.'

Rebus knew he had to keep Chambers talking. By keeping him talking, he was keeping Lisa alive.- But the traffic had stalled. Red lights ahead. The BMW only a few cars in front, prevented from jumping the lights by another car directly in front: of it. Could he …? Should he even be thinking of it? The, judge' was still gripping Rebus's headrest, staring out towards the gleaming- black, car, the car that was so close to them. So close … and so stationary.

'Well?' It was Chambers's voice. 'Do you pull over, Inspector, or do I kill her?'

Rebus was staring hard at Chambers's car. He could see that Lisa was leaning away from Chambers, as though making to escape. But Chambers was gripping her with his left arm, his right presumably resting on the steeringwheel. So the man's attention would be focussed on the passenger side of the car, leaving the driver's side unguarded.

Rebus made up his mind and quietly opened his door, slipping out onto the reassuringly solid surface of the road. Horns were sounding around him. He paid them no heed. The lights were still at red. He began to move forward,' crouching, but moving quickly. Chambers' driver's-side mirror!If Chambers looked into it, he'd have a clear view of Rebus's approach. Make it fast, John, make it.

Amber.

Shit!

Green.

He had reached the BMW, had gripped the doorhandle. Chambers looked out at him, a stunned expression on his face. And then the car in front moved off, and Chambers gunned the engine, the car accelerating forwards, tearing itself free of Rebus.

Shit! Car horns all around. Angry. Angry drivers rolling down their windows and yelling at him as he ran back to the Jaguar. Started the car, moved off. The judge's hand patted. his shoulder.

'Good try, my boy. 'Good try.'

And Chambers' laughter on the car-phone. 'Hope I didn't hurt you, Inspector.' Rebus examined his hand, flexed it painfully. The fingers- had nearly been pulled out of their joints. His little finger was swelling already. A break? Perhaps.

'So,' said Chambers, 'for the last time. I make you an offer you can hardly refuse. Stop the car, or I kill Dr Frazer.'

'She's not a doctor, Chambers. She's just a student.' He swallowed:. now Lisa knew that he knew. Not that it mattered one way or the other, not now. He took a deep breath. 'Kill her,' he said. Behind him, the judge gasped, but Rebus shook his head, reassuring him.

'What did you say?' asked Chambers.

'I said kill her. I'm not really bothered. She's led me a merry little dance this past week. It's her own fault she's in this deep. And after you've killed her, I'll take great pleasure in killing you, Mr Chambers.'

He heard Lisa's faint voice again. 'God, John, please not' And then Chambers, seeming to grow calmer as Rebus grew more excited 'As you wish, Inspector. As you wish.' The voice was as cold as a mortuary floor, any' vestige of humanity gone. Perhaps partly it was Rebus's fault, taunting him with newspaper stories, with fabrications. But Chambers hadn't picked on Rebus: he had picked on Lisa. Had Rebus arrived a minute later at the Old Bailey, she would be on her way to certain death. As it was, nothing was certain.

Nothing but the fact of Malcolm Chambers's madness.

'He's' turning onto Monmouth Street,' said the judge, his voice level. °He had grasped the fact of Chambers's guilt, the horror of what had' happened and what might still happen.

Rebus heard a flapping sound overhead, and glanced up towards where a helicopter was shadowing the chase. A police helicopter. He could hear sirens, too. So, it seemed, could Chambers. The BMW spurted ahead, slashing the side of another car as it squeezed into a space. The injured car stopped dead. Rebus braked, pulled on the steeringwheel, but still clipped it with his driver's-side bumper, the headlamp shattering.

'Sorry about that.'

'Never mind the car,' said the judge. 'Just don't let him get 'away — '

'He won't get away,' said Rebus, with sudden confidence. — Now where the hell had that come from? The moment he thought about it, it disappeared' again, leaving behind' a quivering vapour.

They were on St Martin's Lane now. People mingling, pre-theatre or after work. The busy West End. Yet the traffic ahead had thinned for no apparent reason and the crowds gawped as first the BMW, then the Jaguar sped past.

As they approached Trafalgar Square Rebus saw, to right and left, police officers in luminous yellow jackets holding up the traffic in the side-streets. Now why, would they do that? Unless …

Road block! One entrance to the Square left open, all exits blocked, the Square itself kept empty for their arrival. In a moment they'd have him. God bless you, George Flight.

Rebus picked up the handset, his voice a snarl, specks of saliva dotting the windscreen as he spoke.

'Stop the car, Chambers. There's no place to go.'

Silence. They were skidding into Trafalgar Square now, traffic blaring in queues all around them, held back by the gloved, raised: hand of authority. Rebus was buzzing again. The whole West End of London, brought to a standstill so that he might race a Jaguar against a BMW. He could think of friends who'd give whole limbs to be in his place. Yet he had, a job to do. That was the bottom line. It was just another job to be cleared up. He might as well have been following teenage Cortina thieves through the streets of some Edinburgh housing-scheme.

But he wasn't.

They'd done one full circuit around Nelson's Column. Canada House, South Africa House and the National Gallery were just blurs. The judge was being thrown n against the door behind Rebus.

'Hang on,' Rebus called.

'To what, pray?'

And Rebus laughed. He roared with laughter. Then he realised the line was still open to Chambers's BMW. He laughed even harder, picking up the handset, his knuckles white against the steering-wheel, left arm aching.

'Having, fun, Chambers?' he, yelled. 'Like the TV programme used to say, there's no hiding place!'

And then the BMW gave a jolt, and Rebus heard Chambers gasp.

'You bitch!' Another jolt, and sounds of a struggle. Lisa was retaliating, now that Chambers was intent on this speeding circuit without end.

'Not'

'Get off '

And a piercing scream, two piercing screams, both highpitched, feminine in their intensity, and the black' car