“We’ll find it, don’t you worry,” she said. “Now sit tight, Charlie and wait for us to come get you. And don’t worry. You’ve done the right thing. Everything’s gonna be OK.”
So why, as I ended the call, did I get the feeling I’d just made a big mistake?
I knew there were a hundred other questions I should have asked Gerri while I had the chance, but I was still shell-shocked about Sean. I went backwards and forwards over that part of the conversation, recalling with a stark clarity the way Gerri had blown up at the mention of his name. She’d been evasive, too. Whatever had happened to him, it must have been bad to have provoked that kind of reaction.
I was still sitting there, staring at nothing when the bathroom door opened and Trey shuffled out, looking a bit sheepish. He’d been attempting, I noticed, to clean up his shirt. The front of it was still wet. Not just sulking, then.
I don’t know what he saw in my face, but his stride faltered and he came to sit on the side of the bed opposite. When he spoke his voice was almost tentative. “What’s up?”
I glanced up at him, tried to force a smile that took more effort to produce than the end result was worth. “I’ve just called Gerri Raybourn,” I told him. “She’s coming to pick us up.”
His face spasmed momentarily, like a kid let out with the grown-ups who’s just been told it’s bedtime. “When?” he demanded.
I shrugged. “Soon, I expect,” I said.
It occurred to me then that Gerri might have been just the person to ask what had really happened to Trey’s mother. If the company carried out any kind of background checks before they took people on, a suspicious disappearance of a spouse was just the kind of thing that should have jumped out at them. They must have looked into it further. Still, I suppose there would be time enough to find that out later, once the kid was off my hands.
Trey was fidgeting, but he stilled when he caught my inquiring glance. “I kinda don’t trust her,” he mumbled.
This time I didn’t have to push the smile out. “Neither do I – not entirely, which is why I’ve told her we’re in the room across the way,” I admitted. “We’ll watch from here what she does when she arrives before we go out there.”
That got me a quick, unexpected grin. I blinked, and it came to me that Trey must have been a pretty-faced child. Once he’d got over the gawkiness and the tantrums, the acne and the braces, he would no doubt turn into an attractive adult. His mother must have been a looker, I concluded, because he certainly didn’t get that side of his genetic make-up from Keith.
“So we wait here, yeah?” he said. And just when I thought he’d been doing some rapid growing up, he added with a hint of his old whingey tone, “I’m hungry.”
There was no way I was going to go out to the diner, and I vetoed Trey’s idea that we should order in pizza, even though there was a menu from a local takeaway next to the TV. In the end we compromised on raiding the vending machine I’d spotted at the top of the stairs when we came up. There had been a bank of them offering everything from cans of soft drink to snacks, as well as an ice maker.
I used some of the stash of money Keith had given to me that morning. There was still a heap of it left and I was glad I hadn’t given in to Trey’s whim on the leather jacket. Even with Gerri Raybourn on her way to get us out of here, it was always good to have a contingency fund.
We went to the vending machines together and I let Trey have a free hand with the food. He seemed intent on grabbing one of just about everything in the glass-fronted machine, stabbing at the selection buttons so fast I couldn’t follow him. By the time we’d gathered an armload each I was anxious to get back to the safety of the room.
It was past six now, but the temperature was still as balmy as an English summer day. The light was starting to drop fast, though, the sky a vast wash of turquoise and shell pink. Already the cars on the road outside had their headlamps on. I wondered what was keeping Gerri, how long it would take her to get to us from Miramar. I hadn’t been to the company itself, had only a vague idea of the distance involved from a glance at the map.
As Trey fiddled with the key to get us in I scanned the car park, but there was nothing untoward. The room opposite our own was still in darkness.
We sat on one of the beds and inspected our haul. I had no clue what most of it was, and it seemed he’d dropped in one or two surprises.
“My God,” I said, suddenly finding myself trying to bite through a piece of spiced conveyor belt webbing. “What the hell is this?”
“Teriyaki beef jerky,” he said, tearing a chunk off with his teeth and chewing with his mouth open. “You like it?”
“I’m sure it would come in very useful if I was training a dog, but otherwise? No.”
Trey laughed and started to come back with a smart remark, but then I heard the sound of a car engine pulling in slowly off the road and I held my hand up for quiet. For once he shut up straight away.
I hopped off the bed and clicked the light out before easing the curtain aside. A dark-coloured Chevy saloon was idling in the middle of the car park. As I watched, the front doors opened and two men climbed out, giving the whole area a thorough but apparently casual scrutiny as they did so.
One was thickset, running downhill from muscular towards just plain fat but he moved lightly, like he didn’t know it yet. He was going bald from the front in a big way, leaving a two-inch band of short-cropped hair around the back of his head from ear to ear. The other guy was younger, black, and in great shape by comparison. I recognised both of them the moment they stepped out of the car.
“Hey, it’s Mr Whitmarsh and Chris.” Trey was by my shoulder now, looking down. “Let’s go.”
Still wary, I grabbed his arm. If Keith and Sean were out of the picture, how had these two escaped unscathed? “Not yet,” I said. “Let’s see what they do first, hmm?”
The two men strolled towards the block opposite, still checking around them, but to my surprise they ignored the stairs. “Now why aren’t they going to the right room?” I wondered out loud, more to myself than to Trey. “I know I told Gerri the far left-hand room on the first floor.”
“That’s where they’re heading,” Trey said, sounding confused. “We’re on the second floor.”
I stared at him. It hadn’t occurred to me that the Americans would refer to the ground floor as the first, and the first floor as the second. I shifted my eyes back to the room below the one I thought I’d indicated. There was a light on and I could see somebody moving around behind the curtains.
“Oh shit,” I muttered.
Whitmarsh and Chris were at the door now. I expected to see them knock and wait, but Chris pulled a silenced semiautomatic out from under his jacket and calmly put two rounds through the door around the lock. He did it smoothly, without hesitation. This had been the plan from the start, not some last-minute impulse decision.
Jim Whitmarsh reared back and kicked the door, using his arms for balance. Whoever was inside the room can’t have put the safety hook across, or maybe it was just weakly mounted. Jim was a big guy and he looked like he’d done this kind of thing before. The door broke open with a crack, bouncing back against the inside wall. By the time the two men dived through the doorway, they both had a gun out.
I froze, drenched in shock. Whatever I’d been expecting, that wasn’t it.