“As a matter of fact,” said Winsome, “Mr. Gilchrist showed a couple of patrol officers where some of the children live this morning. None of them reported seeing anything. And he drives a dark blue Ford Focus.”
“Well done, Winsome. I’ll visit Venture tomorrow, myself,” Banks went on. “See what sort of outfit they are. Find out what they know about the properties they own. Rattle their cage a bit. There’s money and brains behind this rural crime business. It’s not just the Morgan Spencers and Michael Lanes of this world nicking tractors while the owner’s sunning himself in Mexico. It goes deeper than that. It wouldn’t surprise me if Venture’s cut in for some of the action. After all, they own the land and they know the hangar’s out there, empty. Anything else?”
Nobody had anything to add, so AC Gervaise closed the meeting.
“We’ve all got plenty to do,” Banks said as they filed out of the room, “so I suggest we get to it. Annie, would you meet me in the office in half an hour.”
AFTER ALEX had put Ian to bed—the poor lad was tired out—she went back into the living room and turned on the television, just for the company. She had kept the front door deadlocked and bolted, with the chain on, all the time she had been at home, and now she sat with her new mobile on her lap, fingers ready to key in 999 if anyone came to the door. Luckily, the SIM card hadn’t been damaged, and the man in the shop had set up a new phone with the same number and same account as the damaged one. She couldn’t risk not having the phone—and the number—in case Michael called.
Her broken finger was throbbing, but she decided against taking the painkillers the doctor had given her until bedtime. She needed to be vigilant. Meadows, the phony policeman, might come again if he didn’t hear from her, and she didn’t know how long her nerves could stand the stress of knowing there would be another visit, more threats, perhaps even more serious violence this time, or—God forbid—violence toward Ian, because she really had nothing to tell him. And if she did find out where Michael was, she could hardly give that information away to someone who wanted to harm him.
When the mobile jangled like the old black telephones used to do, she nearly jumped out of her skin. It was the first time it had rung, and she had had no idea what ringtone was set. She didn’t recognize the number and was in two minds about answering it. It could be Meadows. Then she decided she would. It was only a mobile phone; what harm could it do her?
After she spoke her name, there was a silence punctuated by some crackling in the background. Finally, his voice came through: “Alex. It’s me, love. Michael.”
Alex almost dropped the phone with the surge of relief that flooded through her. “Michael! You’re all right.”
“Yeah. I’m just peachy.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
“Are you in trouble?”
“You could say that.”
“Trouble with the police?”
“They’re the least of my worries.”
“What is it? Tell me, Michael. I’ve been frantic with worry here.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I couldn’t . . . I didn’t want . . . Oh, shit, it’s hopeless.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think they’re after me, Alex. Some very bad people.”
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. I just saw them, that’s all. I witnessed something I shouldn’t have.”
“When you went out on Sunday?”
“Yes. I went to meet Morgan. He said he had a job. He didn’t say what it was, just that he needed my help. I drove out to that old deserted airfield out Hallerby way.”
“What happened?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t, that’s all. Except it was awful.”
“Where are you now?”
“I can’t tell you that, either.”
“Why not? You mean you don’t know?”
“I mean it wouldn’t be safe for you to know. If you don’t know where I am, then you can’t tell anyone, can you?”
Alex bit her lip. She wasn’t so foolish as not to realize that if Meadows decided to torture her, she would have nothing to give up, nothing with which to save herself. People usually broke in the end, when they were tortured, and Alex didn’t think she could stand much pain—physical or emotional. But if you really didn’t have the information the torturer wanted, what happened then? Not that she would ever betray Michael, but such were the chaotic thoughts that spun around in her mind. She was on the verge of telling him about last night’s visit and her broken finger, but she held off. What good would it do? It would only add to his burden of worries, and he didn’t sound as if he needed that right now. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I just wanted you to know that I’m all right. At least, I’m not hurt or anything.”
“Why didn’t you call sooner?”
“I couldn’t. I didn’t dare use my mobile. People can trace those things. They leave records of calls and stuff. And I’ve been lying low. I couldn’t get to a pay phone.”
He sounded far from all right to Alex. “Is there anything I can do?”
“I have to keep out of the way until it all blows over. I just wanted you to know I’m all right, that’s all. I saw the news this evening for the first time since it happened. I was in a pub and they had a big screen. I know they’re looking for me and Morgan, and I know that something happened at Belderfell Pass. A car crash. Animal parts. Perhaps a human body. It was all very vague, but I’m sure it’s all connected, Alex. I just wanted you to know that I’m OK. I thought you might be worried, that’s all.”
“Of course I’m worried, you idiot. The police have been around. How could I not be worried? What do you think this is doing to us?”
“Don’t be angry with me, love. I couldn’t stand that. Not now. I’m sorry. What did you tell them?”
“Nothing. I don’t know anything. And I’m not angry. I’m upset. I just wish you’d tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t, love. Not yet. It doesn’t matter what you tell the police. Tell them what you want.”
“When are you coming back?”
“I don’t know. When it’s all over. They’ll have to get to the bottom of it without me, then it’ll be safe to come home. How’s Ian?”
“He’s fine. We’re both fine.”
“Give him my love. And be careful, Alex.”
“Why?”
“Just be careful, that’s all. I’ve got to go now.”
“Michael, don’t! Please. Tell me where you are. Let me come to you.”
“No. Stay there. Stay with Ian.”
“But when will I see you?”
“When it’s over. Remember I love you, Alex. Good-bye.”
“Will you ring again?”
“I’ll do my best.”
Alex held on to the phone, tears in her eyes, but the other end went dead. She sat still for a while holding the phone, staring at but not seeing the meaningless images moving around on the TV screen, her heart pounding in her chest, stomach churning, head aching. This was worse than when Lenny had hit her. There was no end in sight. Just when she thought she had found something worthwhile, something she could hold on to, it had been snatched from her.
Alex threw the phone onto the sofa, where it bounced to the floor, downed the rest of her wine and poured another full glass. She knew that alcohol wouldn’t help, but she could think of nothing else to dull the edges of her pain except perhaps a couple of those pills the doctor had prescribed. Maybe even the whole bottle. What the hell was Michael playing at, gambling with their future like this? She knew he must be in serious trouble or he wouldn’t have left her and Ian the way he had. He loved them. She had to cling to that. It was all she had.
Finally, she could think of nothing else to do, and she could no longer stand doing nothing, or feeling so alone, so she picked up the phone, took out the policewoman’s card and called the number DI Cabbot had written on the back.