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It was a bad connection. I had to put a finger in my other ear to hear her above the noise of the rain on the glass of the phone booth. A truck driver in the next one along was shouting loudly and angrily, arguing with his boss that he couldn't go any farther because of his odometer, and he wasn't going to lose his license just to get a few boxes of bloody anoraks up to Carlisle. On top of that was the steady boom of traffic on the highway, and the noises of people coming in and out of the station. I had to block all that out and concentrate on the phone call, because there was no way I could ask Kelly to speak up.

I said, "Yes, of course, you're right, I will never leave you.

Euan is lying to you. I have found out some bad things about him, Kelly. Are you still in the house?"

"Yes, I'm in bed."

"Is Euan in his bed?"

"Yes. Do you want to speak with him?"

"No, no. Let me think for a minute."

My mind was racing now, trying to think of the best way to say what I wanted.

"Of course I'm coming to get you. In fact, I'll be there very soon. Now listen. I need you to do something very difficult and very dangerous. You only have to do this one last thing for me and everything will be over." The moment I said it I felt like a lowlife.

"I don't have to run away again, do I?"

"No, no, no it's not like that this time. But it's the most special job a spy ever does." I didn't want to give her time to think, so I just went on.

"But I want to check something first, OK? You're in bed, aren't you? Get under the covers and talk to me only in a whisper, OK?"

I could hear the rustling, then she said, "What are we going to do. Nick?"

"First, I want you to press a number and look at the front of the telephone. Can you see it light up? Tell me if there's a picture of a battery. How many blocks are there where the battery sign is? Can you see it?"

I heard some scuffling.

"I can see that."

"How many blocks are there in the picture?"

"Three. There's three blocks. One of them is flashing."

"That's good." It wasn't really. I was sweating: two blocks meant she hadn't recharged it and the battery was down to less than half-power, and I was going to need a lot of air time to talk her through the whole process.

"What's that noise?" she said.

The truck driver was now really pissed off and hollering into the phone, the cigarette in his hand making the phone booth look like a steam room.

"Nothing to worry about. Kelly, I'm going to tell you what to do, but you need to keep listening to me on the telephone.

Can you do that?"

"Why is Euan bad, Nick? What.. " "Listen, Kelly, Euan wants to hurt me. If he finds you doing this thing for me, he will hurt you, too. Do you understand that?"

I could hear lots of rustling; she was obviously still under the bed covers. Then there was a very quiet "Yes."

She wasn't sounding like a happy bunny. I was sure there was a better way I could be going about all this, I just didn't have time to think what it might be.

"If Euan wakes up," I said, "or if the telephone stops working, I want you to leave the house very, very quietly. I want you to go down the track to the road and hide behind the trees, just by the big gate that Euan drove through to get to his cottage. Know where I mean?"

"Yeah."

"You must hide there until you hear a car come and stop, but don't get out from your hiding place unless it toots its horn two times. Then come out. Do you understand that? I'll be in the car. It's a blue Astra, OK?"

There was a pause.

"What's an As--Astra, Nick?"

Shit, she was seven years old and American. What was I expecting?

"OK. I'll stop in a blue car and come and get you."

I got her to repeat it, and for good measure I said, "So if Euan wakes up and sees you, I want you to run to the trees as fast as you can and hide. Because if Euan catches you doing what I want you to do, we will never see each other again.

Don't let me down, OK? And remember, don't you come out from behind those trees, even if Euan calls for you, OK?"

"OK. You will come and get me, won't you?"

There was a bit of doubt in her mind.

"Of course I will. Now, first of all, what I want you to do is get out of bed, then put the phone on the bed and get dressed, very quietly. Put on a nice thick coat. And you know those sneakers we bought? Make sure you take those as well, but don't put them on yet."

I heard her put the phone down and start rummaging around the room.

For God's sake, hurry up!

I forced myself to calm down.

It was almost two minutes before I heard: "I'm ready, Nick."

"Now listen to me very carefully. Euan is not a friend; he has tried to kill me. Do you understand, Kelly? He has tried to kill me."

There was a pause.

"Why? I--I don't understand. Nick. I thought he was your best friend."

"I know, I know, but things change. Do you want to help me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then you must do exactly what I tell you. I want you to put your sneakers in your coat pockets. OK, now it's time to go downstairs. I want you to keep the telephone with you. All right?"

"Yeah."

Time was running short, and so was my money.

"Just remember, you must be very, very quiet, because otherwise you will wake Euan. If that happens, you run out of the house toward the hidey hole--promise?"

"Cross my heart."

"OK, I want you to creep very, very gently down the stairs. Don't talk to me again until you're in the kitchen; and re member, from now on, what we must do is whisper all the time. OK?"

"OK."

I heard the door open. As she came out of the room I imagined her passing the bathroom on her left. Ahead of her, up a half-landing and about twelve feet away, would be the door to Euan's room. Was it open or closed? Too late to ask her. A few steps now and she'd be at the top of the main stairs and next to the old grandfather clock. On cue, I heard its slow, ponderous tick-tock; it was like something out of a Hitchcock movie.

The sound receded very slowly: good girl, she must be going down the stairs very carefully. Only once did I hear the creak of a board and I wondered again about Euan's door. Did he usually sleep with it open? I couldn't remember.

At the bottom of the stairs she'd be turning back to the right, heading toward the kitchen.

I tried to imagine where she was but lost her in the silence.

At last I heard the barely perceptible sound of a protesting hinge; that was the kitchen door. I felt a stab of guilt for using the girl like this, but she knew the score well, sort of. Fuck it, the decision was made; I just had to do it. If it worked, fine;

if it didn't, she was dead. But if I didn't try it, she was dead anyway, so let's get on with it.

"I'm in the kitchen, but I can't see very much. Am I allowed to turn the light on?"

It was the loudest whisper I'd ever heard.

"No, no, no, Kelly, you've got to speak very slowly and very quietly like this," I demonstrated.

"And don't put the light on; that would wake Euan up. Just go more slowly, and listen to me all the time. If you don't understand anything, just ask, and remember, if anything goes wrong or you hear a noise, stop and we will both listen. OK?"

"OK."

The problem with her being quieter on the phone was that it was harder to hear her. The truck driver had now finished, slamming the phone down and storming into the Burger King. A woman took his place and was yammering to a girlfriend.

The kitchen was two areas knocked into one, the old back room of the house and what had used to be an alley between the cottage and the old sheep-pen wall. The alley had been closed in by a sunroom, with all the kitchen units arranged galley-style in one long range beneath it. There were plants on pedestals and a large circular wooden table in the middle of the area; I hoped Kelly wouldn't knock anything over onto the squash-court floor. Thinking of the night we'd spent "rescuing" the wood made me shudder at all those years of friendship, trust, and even love. I felt let down, used, fucked over.