‘Alexi. For Christ’s sake.’
‘Six. I think it was six. The light was starting to come in through the windows. I saw her clearly. She was rummaging around in the caravan.’
‘Rummaging? What was she rummaging for?’
Both men were already heading up the steps into the caravan.
‘This I do not know. But she found whatever she was looking for in that drawer.’
‘What do you usually keep in there?’ Sabir already had the drawer open, and was rifling through its contents.
‘I don’t know. Yola does all that sort of thing.’
‘Come on Alexi. Try harder.’
‘Well. We keep the Bulibasha’s telephone number in there. And some other things.’
‘The Bulibasha’s number is still there. What else would she be looking for?’
‘Well, your number maybe. That would be in there too. At least I think so. I can’t read, Damo. You remember that, don’t you?’
‘My number?’ Sabir skimmed through the drawers contents. ‘It’s not here.’
‘Then she must have taken it with her.’
‘Where’s the nearest phone?’
‘Well, one or two of us have cell phones.’
‘At six in the morning?’
‘Okay, maybe not. Maybe she wouldn’t have woken people up. Maybe she would have walked to the village. People do that a lot when they want to phone. It’s cheaper than using a cell. There’s a communal card we all use. All the heads of family contribute to it according to how much they use it. We’ve got one for abroad and one for France. Yola keeps them in that drawer too.’
Radu came hurrying back inside the caravan. ‘She is nowhere. The children made a large circle around the camp. But Bera and Koine found fresh tracks leading towards the village. They are fresh from today.’
‘I remember Bera and Koine. They are the ones who found Achor Bale’s hiding place under the bush, aren’t they?’
‘Yes. They are your cousins. They are very observant. If they say this, it is true.’
‘Let’s go to the village, Alexi. She might still be there. Have you got any weapons here?’
‘Only my throwing knives. The ones I use in the fairgrounds. When I am giving demonstrations for the payos.’
‘Are they sharp?’
‘Very sharp.’
‘Then bring them.’
9
Lamia picked up on the fact that she and Yola were being followed when they were barely half a kilometre out of the village.
‘Yola. Look behind you.’
Yola swivelled in her seat.
‘It’s the Corpus. I know it. I recognize the driver. He was the one who overheard Sabir in the hut.’
‘But he looks like a woman.’
‘That’s what he is. Half man, half woman.’
Yola crossed herself. ‘And who is that beside him? She is tiny. Like a child.’
‘She is not a child. They are both murderers. They will kill us if they catch us.’ Lamia pressed her foot down on the accelerator. The car behind followed suit.
‘They are speeding up.’
‘We can’t risk going to the camp now. We are going to have to make a run for it.’
Yola was still staring uncertainly at the car behind. ‘Are you sure of this?’
‘Are they still following us?’
‘Most definitely.’
‘Do they look like police, Yola?’
‘No. The police don’t use Diables. They don’t use snails.’
‘ Diables? Snails? What are you talking about?’
‘The Diable is the hermaphrodite card in the Tarot pack – it corresponds to gold, and so to the union of opposites. All Gypsies know this. The snail, too, is neither one thing nor the other.’
Lamia flashed a look at Yola. ‘Adam said you had an exceptional mind. I see what he means.’
Yola shook her head. ‘I am full of superstition. My mind is nothing.’
‘I don’t think so, somehow.’ Lamia glanced up at the mirror. ‘Is there anywhere we can turn off this road? They have a faster car than us. We are going to have to outwit them, because we can’t possibly outrace them.’
‘You mean go through the forest?’
‘Do you know all the forest tracks?’
‘Yes. I have lived here all my life. But you are in danger of bogging down if you use them. There are sudden areas that turn into mud. There has been rain. This car is not designed for that.’
‘We’ll have to risk it. They’ll catch us in no time on the main roads.’
‘Then turn here.’
Lamia slewed the Peugeot off the main road. Immediately, she could feel the texture beneath the vehicle change and become more treacherous. When she reached the first corner the car broke away from beneath her and threatened to slide into the ditch. She had to manhandle the steering wheel to regain traction.
‘Oh God. They will catch us.’
Yola had twisted around in her seat. ‘No. They are having the same problems as we do.’
‘Where shall I go now?’
Yola’s face seemed to close down on itself. Her eyes turned dead. One hand instinctively strayed to her stomach. ‘There is an open mine-shaft. About two kilometres from here. Samois was a mining and quarrying town in the nineteenth century. If you let them get very close, you could lead them to the shaft. Then turn at the last moment, when they still can’t see it. They will fall down with their car. It is maybe a hundred metres deep. As children, we thought that O Beng – the Devil – lived down there.’
‘But that would kill them.’
‘They want to kill us.’
Lamia glanced at Yola. There was a curious expression on her face. ‘Yes. You are right. I am not used to this.’
‘Take the next turning on your left. Then slow a little and let them begin to catch up. Make it so that they are sitting directly on your tail. They will not be able to overtake. The track is narrow. You will be quite safe until it opens out either side of the mine shaft. But you will only have one chance. If you don’t turn in time we will be dead also. Can you do this?’
Lamia shook her head in wonder. ‘Adam said you were a cool customer. Now I believe him.’
‘I will not lie down for the lion. That much is true. It happened to me once. With the brother of those people back in the car. Never again.’
Lamia threw the Peugeot into a sharp left turn. Aldinach followed her, six seconds behind. Once on the straight, Aldinach was able to pick up speed, and within twenty seconds he was hard on Lamia’s tail.
10
‘What the hell was that about?’
Sabir was driving the rental car, with Alexi on the seat beside him. Calque and Radu were hunched forward in the back. Sabir had just seen two cars veer off the main road from Samois village onto a forest track fifty metres ahead of them. For one heart-stopping moment, the three cars had seemed to be heading straight for one another.
‘It’s them. I recognized Lamia’s face. She had someone in the car with her.’
‘Are you sure?’
Calque slapped Sabir on the shoulder. ‘Of course I’m sure. Lamia’s face is unmistakeable, man. I’m not blind.’
‘Did you see who was following her?’
‘No I didn’t. But I’ll give you three guesses who it was.’
Sabir floored the gas pedal, then threw the rental into a tight left-hand turn.
‘What do you think has happened? Why are Aldinach and Athame chasing Lamia? I thought they were on the same fucking side?’
Alexi turned to Sabir. ‘That was Yola inside the first car. I know it. I saw her face in profile. If they hurt her I will kill them all. I will make them eat their own entrails. I will…’
‘Okay, Alexi. Calm down. We’ll catch them.’ Sabir was having difficulty keeping the car within the confines of the track. There had been a considerable amount of rain two days before, and the thin November sun had not yet succeeded in drying it off. The top of the dirt track was like a skating rink, therefore, with the very worst potholes reserved for the corners.
‘Do you think they’ve seen us?’
‘If they haven’t yet, they will soon.’
‘You don’t think Lamia is trying to protect Yola, do you? That we’ve got it all wrong? Why would they be chasing her otherwise?’