“Mum!” Jamie cried again.
“I’m sorry,” she said calmly. “Tell your father I’m sorry, too.”
Eamonn’s struggles unintentionally loosened the crew members’ grip on his arms and Isobel managed to drag him another few inches further backwards. His eyes met mine and for a second I saw resignation and defeat in them.
“Was it worth it?” I asked him.
Eamonn didn’t reply. At that moment the structural integrity of the pallet truck finally failed. It folded up completely. With that last piece of resistance gone, the hydraulic ram on the compartment door achieved its aim, quietly and without fuss.
Isobel still had Eamonn’s legs pinned inside the engine room when the door closed. The steel plate cut through both his thigh bones, just above the knee, as neatly and as precisely as a guillotine.
Epilogue
“It was a mess,” I said. “They airlifted Eamonn back to Belfast and they reckon he’ll live, but they had to take what was left of his legs off completely, just below his hip joint. He’ll be lucky if he can even wear prosthetics.”
Clare, who’d come so close to amputation herself, blanched in sympathy inside the framework surrounding her hospital bed.
“And Isobel?” she asked with a mix of emotions running through her voice.
As she spoke she glanced warily across at Jacob who was sitting on the other side of the bed. I’d already told them who was responsible for the accident that had claimed Slick’s life, and so nearly cost Clare her own legs. Jacob had not taken the life or death of his estranged wife well.
I shook my head, shifting a little in the plastic visitor’s chair. “The carbon dioxide system is designed to totally douse a major engine fire, apparently,” I said. “Usually it’s the captain who has to take the decision to set it off but, as William said, it’s a last resort. Anyone left in the engine compartment simply suffocates.”
That had been Eamonn’s great escape plan all along, we’d realised. He’d intended to get out while we were still scrabbling for the keys to unlock Isobel and Jamie, as one of his men manually overrode the CO² system from the rear fire control centre on the deck above.
As it had done, he knew the stricken ferry would eventually limp back into Larne, its nearest port. There Eamonn had intended to slip away in the confusion, leaving the rest of us dead in the engine room to tell no tales.
And if Daz hadn’t decided to scatter the diamonds instead of handing them over, it might just have worked.
“You were so lucky, Charlie,” Clare said, sober.
“Yeah,” I said tiredly. “But it doesn’t feel like lucky.”
We sat for a moment and said nothing. I thought of Slick, dead under the wheels of Isobel’s van. Of the diamond courier, and Tess, Paxo, and finally Isobel herself. Not to mention Jamie, who’d watched his mother die, and little Ashley, who’d lost both her parents inside a week. So many casualties that might have been avoided. So much damage left behind.
The driver of the Merc van had survived but lost his eyesight. Perhaps that was for the best, so he’d never see children crying in the street at the sight of his disfigured features. Sam was going to need further surgery on his shattered leg and Gleet was in line for a replacement elbow, when the police were done with him. As for Clare herself, my father was fairly confident she would regain full use of her limbs. But it was going to take months, if not years, to put it right.
“And what will happen to Eamonn?” Jacob asked.
“He’s hired a fancy legal team who are using his injuries to delay like mad,” I said. “But MacMillan is pretty certain he’ll go down for what he’s done. They’re just manoeuvring about the length of his sentence.”
If the authorities hadn’t been so delighted to be handed Eamonn on a platter, the rest of us would have faced some serious charges over our ambush on the Merc van. As it was, they were prepared to overlook our somewhat unorthodox methods in return for evidence that would help to convict Eamonn on a whole host of charges. I suppose it didn’t do our case any harm that we’d also handed over a rather large quantity of conflict diamonds. Although they’d be tearing up the grating in the ferry’s engine room for weeks before they found them all.
“You’ll be interested to hear that you’ll get most of your ten grand back,” I said, my voice bland. “After we ran the Merc van off the road, Daz grabbed the money along with the diamonds. It isn’t quite the return on your investment that Jamie promised you, but at least you won’t lose everything.”
Clare’s face registered a kind of startled hurt. “As if that matters now,” she muttered.
“It must have mattered at one point,” I said, keeping my voice even and non-confrontational only with a supreme effort. “Because you knew right from the start, didn’t you, what Jamie was up to?”
Clare’s jaw dropped as she stared at me. Her eyes flicked sideways towards Jacob but I don’t know what message passed between them. I didn’t take my eyes off her pale face. One of the nurses bustled across the ward behind me, chattering with a colleague. I ignored them.
Eventually, Clare said, “Yes,” so muted she was almost inaudible.
“So, why didn’t you tell me the truth back then?” I said quietly, aware of a lancing pain. “What difference did you think it was going to make?”
She shrugged, awkward. “You see everything so black and white, Charlie,” she said, finally looking up at me with eyes that shone bright with unshed tears. “You see the right thing and you do it. No doubts. No deviations.” She stopped, swallowed determinedly. “You saved my life once and damned near got yourself killed in the process and you’ve never blamed me.”
Jacob reached out and silently took one of her hands in his, entwining their fingers together. “How can I ever live up to that?” Clare went on, her voice breaking slightly. “How can I live up to the fact that you were prepared to make that kind of sacrifice for me.”
I stared at her a little blankly. Oh, if only you knew the demons that ride me. “You’ve got it all wrong, Clare,” I said. “I don’t expect you to be worthy of anything. You’re just you. My friend.” At least, I thought you were. “I just wanted the truth from you. I would have gone to the wall for you regardless.”
Jacob sighed. “It was a mistake,” he admitted with a weary smile. “And I’m sorry for it, Charlie. We both are.”
I got to my feet, stood a moment. “Yeah,” I said, “so am I.”
I started to head for the door but found I couldn’t leave it there. At the foot of the bed I turned back, took in the pair of them. They hadn’t moved, still sitting with their hands grasped together.
“You should have trusted me,” I said, and walked out without looking back.
The Royal Lancaster Infirmary still looked and smelled the same as I made my way along the corridors to the front entrance and out into the breezy sunshine. I paused outside the doors, letting the sun warm my face, the wind comb the taint of the place out of my hair.