She stopped at a busy junction as the lights went red. Outside the car window the street was thronged with passers-by swarming around one another like ants, only feet away, yet as good as a million miles. No one looked at Tina, or caught her eye. A group of schoolchildren crossed in front of the car, one of them scraping his bag against the bonnet. They were so close she could hear their banter – heard one of them call his friend a name. She tensed, looking for the right moment to make her move.
'I know what you're thinking,' he said, and once again his thick Northern Irish accent sounded strange to Tina. It didn't really fit with the delicate, almost feminine features of his face. 'You're thinking that now's a good time to make a break for it. That I won't dare shoot you in broad daylight with a lot of people around. And I can understand that. But I'm afraid you'd be making a big mistake. You'd never even get a hand on the handle before I put a bullet in your heart. The rounds in this pistol are low-velocity so there'd be no exit wound, no smashed windows. And, with this suppressor, no noise. You know how impersonal London is, the way its citizens hurry on by minding their own business. I guarantee no one will have any idea that you've just been murdered.'
Tina didn't say anything. He'd read her thoughts. The lights turned green, and any chance she'd had (and in truth there had been none) was gone. She pulled away, indicating right.
'So, pretty lady, who are you? And what were you doing taking photos of me?'
She knew she was going to have to play this carefully. If she said the wrong thing, she was dead. 'My name's Tina Boyd, and I'm a police officer.'
'And what were you doing on that street? You can't have known I'd be coming by, so you must have been there for a reason. What is it?'
Tina knew there was no point lying. Not now. 'I was watching a property.'
'Ah, the one belonging to our friend Mr Gentleman, I'll wager.'
'That's right.'
'Interesting.'
'Look,' she said with as much confidence as she could muster, 'you may as well give yourself up. It's the best way.'
The man let out a low chuckle, his lips hardly moving. 'Now why would I want to do that? You appear to be unarmed and in no position to threaten me, and any colleagues you might have don't appear to be – how shall I put it? – beating a path to your door.' He turned round in his seat and looked through the back window. 'Do they?'
Again, Tina spoke with a confidence she didn't feel. 'My colleagues know where I am and they're on the way.'
'Is that right? And is it them you were talking to on your mobile phone just now?'
'Yes, so I really wouldn't do anything stupid. They'll throw away the key if anything happens to me.'
'I think, my love, that they would throw away the key if they caught me anyway. I've already killed one person today.' Out of the corner of her eye she could see him regarding her, his thin lips forming a tight smile. 'Our mutual friend, Mr Gentleman. How long do you think I'll get for snuffing him out?'
Tina stiffened. She thought of the photo of Gentleman's granddaughter on the mantelpiece.
'He was a pain in the arse,' continued the man with the gun, enjoying her reaction, leaning forward now so his mouth was right next to her ear, stroking the gun against her belly. 'I'd like to have finished him off more slowly – it's always more… satisfying that way – but I didn't have the time.'
He ran his lips across her earlobe, licking and nibbling it. 'Give me your phone,' he whispered gently. 'And don't hesitate or I'll kill you.'
Tina's skin was crawling but she refused to allow herself to flinch or pull away. Prising one hand from the wheel, she took it out of her pocket and handed it over.
As he flipped open the cover and began scrolling through the menu, Tina came to a halt behind stationary traffic at the next junction, and once again she thought about escape. It was a huge risk as this bastard definitely wasn't bluffing. But it was an even bigger one staying put, because she was pretty damn sure he wasn't going to let her live.
'Ah, so you weren't talking to your colleagues when I arrived. You were talking to another of our mutual friends, Mr Fallon. Now, he really is a pain in the arse. Are you sure you're a police officer? You wouldn't be joshing me now, would you?' His tongue flicked out like a lizard's, wetting his lips.
Then, without warning, he lunged forward, forcing the gun between her legs so that the end of the silencer was pushed hard against her groin. 'What's going on?' he demanded, his eyes boring into the side of her face. 'Tell me or I'll shoot you right here, right now.'
'I'm moonlighting,' Tina answered with an unavoidable flinch, staring straight ahead, only vaguely aware of the world outside. 'Doing work for Fallon.'
'Interesting. He really is very persistent.'
As the traffic began to move again, he switched the phone off, snapped off the cover with his teeth, pulled out the SIM card and pocketed it, then opened the window and threw out the pieces.
Tina cursed inwardly. This guy knew what he was doing, getting rid of the one item that could be used to trace her.
He picked up the Nikon. 'Now, these photos you took. Did you send them to Mr Fallon?'
'No,' she said firmly, hoping fervently that he hadn't been watching her car when she sent the photos on the laptop. She was just trying to stay alive now, hoping that if he didn't think she'd done that much to ID him he might let her go. It was a long shot, but when you've got a gun thrust between your legs, you tend to cling to long shots.
The man with the gun deleted the photos from the Nikon with his free hand and casually tossed it out of the window.
A bead of sweat ran down Tina's eyelid and into her eye. She blinked it away angrily. 'That camera cost me five hundred pounds,' she said coldly.
'If you hadn't been snooping around in other people's business, you wouldn't have lost it.'
She wiped her forehead, feeling a desperate urge for a cigarette. 'Do you mind if I smoke?'
'You've a gun pressed into your cunt and you're thinking about your next cigarette?' He chuckled again. 'You've got spirit, my love. I like that. Go on then.'
Tina reached down and pulled the pack and the lighter from where they were nestled in the cup holder. 'Do you want one?'
'No thanks. I prefer more enjoyable vices.'
He slipped the gun out from between her legs and rubbed it gently up and down her thighs, never taking his eyes off her.
Ignoring his gaze, Tina lit a cigarette and took a long drag, knowing that it was essential she keep talking to him. It was always more difficult to kill someone when you'd established a connection with them, although this guy sounded like he might well be the exception to the rule.
'Have you noticed something?' she asked him.
'What?' He sounded interested.
'I haven't looked at you once. I haven't seen your face.'
'You took those photos of me, didn't you?'
'From a distance, and with you wearing sunglasses and a cap. I can't describe you. Also, I've got no incentive to go to the police. I got Fallon to call Gentleman to try to panic him, so if you've killed him, then that's my fault. In other words, I'm going to keep quiet. So, rather than kill me and open up a whole world of shit, you might as well let me go. I'll get out of the car and I won't say another word to anyone. I promise.'
Out of the corner of her eye she saw his smile widen a little.
'Thanks for the advice,' he said, 'but it's OK.' He leaned forward again, running his nose softly up her neck. Sniffing. 'I'm quite enjoying the company.'