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I hurried back through the rooms I’d already visited and made it into the street in time to see Turner hail a cab. I ran up the square after him, but there wasn’t another cab in sight. I ran all the way up to the Grote Market before I could get a cab to stop for me.

Luck was still running my way. As we turned into the Key-serlei, Turner was walking into the hotel. I paid off the cab and chose another bar to watch from. I’d eaten a bucket of mussels and drunk three more coffees before I saw any action. This time, he walked round the corner into the Pelikaanstraat. A couple of hundred yards down the street, he turned into a diamond merchant’s. I wasn’t too happy about staking the place out; it’s an area where people are understandably suspicious of idle loitering. I’d noticed a slightly seedy-looking hotel on the way down the street, so I doubled back and walked into the foyer. It seemed as handy a place as any to spend the night, so I booked a room while I was waiting. I settled down on a sofa near the door and waited.

I was beginning to think Turner had gone off in the other direction when he finally walked past just before six. This time, I followed him into the hotel, where he headed for reception to pick up his key. I picked up a brochure about daily excursions to Bruges, managing to get close enough to hear him book a table for one in the restaurant at seven and an early-morning call at six. It sounded like he wasn’t planning on anything more exciting than an early night. It sounded like a good idea to me.

I had one or two things to see to before I could crash out, but by half past seven, I was sorted. I’d used the hotel phone to check in with Shelley, since my mobile isn’t configured to work with the continental system. She was singularly unimpressed with where I was, what I was doing and Richard’s car. She was even less impressed when I confessed that her own car was less than a couple of miles from her house, locked safely inside Bill’s garage, since the keys for the garage were lurking somewhere at the bottom of my bag.

Thanks to the wonders of car hire, I was better off than she was. I had my very own Mercedes stashed in the parking garage round the corner. The Saab was safely parked behind a high fence at the Hertz office, and I’d dined on a giant slab of steak with a pile of crisp chips and thick mayo. I hadn’t eaten so well on a job for years.

By nine, I was watching CNN in my hotel room, a large vodka and grapefruit juice sweating on the bedside table next to me. I was just about to get up and run a bath when I heard the unmistakable sound of a key fumbling into the lock of my bedroom door.

16

I WAS OFF THE BED IN SECONDS AND IN THROUGH THE OPEN door of the bathroom, hitting the light switches on the way. Whoever was outside the door would have to pass me on their way into the room itself, with only the flickering light of the television screen to guide them. The scrabbling stopped, and an arc of light from the hallway spilled across the carpet as the door opened. A shadow crossed the light, then the arc narrowed and disappeared as the door closed. I tensed, ready to come out kicking.

A hand groped along the far wall, followed by a shoulder. I leapt through the doorway, pivoted on one foot and put all my weight behind a straight kick at stomach level, yelling as loudly as I could to multiply the fear and surprise. My foot made contact with flesh and the body staggered back against the door with a heavy crash, the air shooting out of it in a groaning rush as it crumpled on the floor. I stepped back, keeping my weight on the balls of my feet, and reached for the lights.

Richard was doubled up on the carpet, arms folded defensively over his guts. For once, I was lost for words. I relaxed my fighting stance and stood staring at him.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped. “Was that some traditional Belgian greeting, or what?”

“It’s a traditional private eye’s greeting for uninvited visitors,” I snarled. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Richard struggled to his feet, still clutching his stomach. “Nice to see you too, Brannigan.” He pushed past me and stumbled on to the bed, where he curled into a ball. “Oh shit, I think you’ve relocated my stomach somewhere round my left shoulder blade.”

“Serves you right,” I said heartlessly. “You scared me shitless.”

“That why you were in the bathroom?” he said innocently.

“What was wrong with the phone? Was it too much for you to handle, a foreign phone system? Besides, how did you get here? How did you find me? Did Shelley tell you where I was?”

Richard stopped rubbing his stomach and eased up into a sitting position. “I thought I’d surprise you. I don’t know, call yourself a detective? I’ve been tailing you ever since you got off the ferry, and you didn’t even notice,” he said proudly.

I moved across the room to the only chair and sat down heavily. “You’ve been tailing met”

“Piece of piss,” he said.

He had me worried now. If I’d been so busy watching Nicholas Turner that I hadn’t spotted a car as obvious as a snazzy U.K.-registered coupe on my own tail, it was time I gave up detective work and settled for something like social work where I could get away with a complete lack of observational skills. “I don’t believe you,” I said. “Shelley told you where I was and you got a flight over here.”

He grinned. For once, it made me want to hit him, not kiss him. “Sorry, Brannigan. I did it all by myself.”

“No way. I couldn’t have missed seeing the coupe on the ferry,” I said, positive now. The Saab had been one of the last cars to board. He simply couldn’t have got the coupe on board without me spotting it.

“That’s what I thought too,” he said complacently. “That’s why I left it at Hull. I traveled as a foot passenger, which meant I got off the ferry before you. I hired a Merc at the ferry terminal and picked you up as you came off. Then I followed you here. I thought I’d lost you when you got on the tram, but I managed to get a taxi and he followed the tram. Just like the movies, really. I waited outside while you were in that museum, and I hung about just inside the station when you came in here first time round.”

I shook my head in bewildered amazement. “So how did you get a key for the room?”

His grin was beginning to infuriate me. “I had a word with the desk clerk. Told him my girlfriend was here on business and I’d come to surprise her. It cost me two thousand francs. Most I’ve ever paid for a good kicking.”

Forty quid. I was impressed. “I suppose you’re potless now, are you?” I said sternly.

He looked sheepish. “Not as such. I forgot to go to the building society with the nine and a half grand, so I brought it with me.”

I didn’t know whether to be furious or impressed. There was no doubt the money would come in handy, the rate I was spending at, but I didn’t want Richard round on the chase. I had enough to worry about keeping tabs on Turner without having to be constantly aware of what Richard was up to. “Thanks,” I said. “I was wondering what to do when I ran out of cash. You can leave it with me when you go home tomorrow.”

He looked crestfallen. “I thought you’d be pleased to see me,” he said.

I got up and sat down beside him on the bed. “Of course I’m pleased to see you. I just don’t need to have to worry about you while I’m trying to do my job.”

“What’s to worry about?” he demanded. “I’m not a kid, Kate. Look, these are heavy people you’re after, there’s no two ways about it. You could use an extra pair of eyes. Not to mention an extra set of wheels. If he’s going on a long haul, you can’t use the same car all the way, and you could lose him while you’re swapping over at some car-hire place. If I stay, we can rent a couple of mobile phones and that way one of us can stay with him while the other one does things like fill up with petrol or stop for a piss.”

The most irritating thing was that he was right. I’d been worrying about that very thing myself. “I don’t know,” I said. I wanted to say, this is my territory, my skill area, my speciality and you’re just an amateur. But I didn’t want to throw that down on the bed for both of us to look at. The thing that worried me most was that after the debacle when he’d last tried to help me out, Richard felt he had something to prove. And there’s nothing more dangerous on a job that needs patience than someone with something to prove.