NINETEEN
As soon as Lamont had finished examining Steven and given him a clean bill of health, Steven requested that he be allowed to make some telephone calls.
‘Calling Sci-Med?’ asked Lamont.
Steven nodded.
‘I’ve already informed Sir John Macmillan that you’re back in the land of the living. He left instructions when you were admitted that he be kept informed of your progress at all times. I gather he’s the one responsible for the guards on the door. He’ll be expecting your call.’
Steven called Macmillan but spoke first to Jean Roberts who said how worried they had all been. ‘I’m so glad you’re all right. When we heard it was cyanide… well, you know…’
Steven was touched by the note of genuine concern in Jean’s voice. He had to swallow before saying, ‘Thanks, Jean. I was very lucky. I wonder if you’d mind phoning my sister-in-law in Scotland and telling her why I’ve not been in touch. Don’t tell her the whole story, maybe just that I’ve been away on operations and I’ll call as soon as I can? Give her my love and ask her to tell Jenny that Daddy loves her very much. He’ll be in touch as soon as we’ve caught the bad guys.’
‘Will do. John’s had a bit of a job squaring things with the local police and trying to keep the story out of the papers.’
‘But he managed?’ asked Steven anxiously.
‘Yes, after enlisting some pretty heavy assistance from the Home Office.’
‘Good.’
Steven spoke to Macmillan for more than ten minutes, both trying to come up with some explanation for the attacks on his life but in the end failing.
‘It has to have something to do with what I’ve been working on’ insisted Steven. ‘But I can’t see any conceivable Russian connection with the green sticker kids. Can you?’
Macmillan said not. ‘Someone obviously thinks you know more than you do about something,’ he said.
‘Which puts me in a very uncomfortable position.’
‘Especially as they’ll probably try again,’ said Macmillan.
‘I need you to step up protection for Tally,’ said Steven. ‘They might well try to get to me through her.’
‘I did that as soon as I heard what had happened,’ said Macmillan. ‘I think the history of your car and its previous owner lulled us both into thinking it was someone else they were after.’
Steven nodded.
‘How is Dr Simmons taking things?’
‘Pretty much as you’d expect,’ said Steven, the tone of his voice suggesting not well.
‘Well, it’s a bit much for anyone to take on board. Give her time.’
‘I’m hoping that’s what she might give me,’ said Steven ruefully.
‘The sooner this investigation’s concluded the happier we’ll all be,’ said Macmillan.
Steven took the phone from his ear and looked at it in disbelief. He’d just been told to get on with things in ever such a civilised way. He fought the urge to point out to Macmillan that he’d been knocking on death’s door for the past couple of days. Instead, he said, ‘I should be out of here in the morning but one thing…’
‘Yes?’
‘I returned my gun to the armoury when I thought I wouldn’t be needing it. I’d better have it back.’
‘Glock 23, wasn’t it?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ll have it delivered to the hospital. It’ll be there before you leave in the morning.’
It was a little after six in the evening when Tally came back. She was dressed in her outdoor clothes with a bag slung over her shoulder. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘How are you feeling which is more to the point?’ countered Steven. ‘All this must have come as a hell of a shock to you.’
‘Life’s rich pattern, I suppose,’ said Tally with a sigh. ‘But I must say I didn’t plan on being a Bond girclass="underline" I’m really not the type. I’m quite happy as a paediatrician.’
‘My life isn’t usually like this,’ said Steven. ‘I’m not a spy or any kind of secret agent. You know what I do: I told you. I wasn’t lying.’
‘And the Russians?’
‘I’ve no idea why they want me dead. I can only think I must have stumbled across something and upset the wrong people. The trouble is I’ve no idea what it is or who they are.’
‘Which makes things even more dangerous,’ said Tally.
‘It does,’ agreed Steven, deciding not to even try putting a gloss on things.
‘I hear I am to have people looking after me?’
‘Special Branch. John Macmillan thought it would be a wise precaution. He arranged it while I was in the land of nod. They’ll be discreet.’
‘And the men outside your door?’
‘Special Branch too. They’ll be gone in the morning when I check out.’
‘You’re expected to look after yourself?’
‘Yes.’
‘I suppose that means you’re an expert in unarmed combat and carry a gun under your arm?’ asked Tally. There was no mistaking the accusation in her voice.
‘Yes,’ said Steven flatly.
There was an uncomfortable pause before Tally shook her head slightly and her eyes filled with renewed doubt.
Steven took her hand and said, ‘I served with Special Forces. I was a doctor but I acquired certain other skills along the way — but they’re a legacy of the past — nothing to do with my current job, and I only carry a gun when there’s cause to believe my life’s in danger. I don’t have a double 0 licence… although I have a TV one… and a driving one with three points for speeding on it.’
Tally couldn’t resist a smile. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked Steven straight in the eye. ‘I hope I don’t live to regret this but I’m going to believe you,’ she said.
Steven closed his eyes and gave silent thanks.
‘What are your plans when you leave here?’
‘Back to London. I’m going to pick up the pieces of the investigation.’
‘Please be careful.’
‘I will, I promise. I’ve got too much to live for.’
‘You could always stay at my place until you decide what you’re going to do… Special Branch could look after both of us?’
Steven kissed Tally and thanked her for the offer. ‘I have to talk things over with John Macmillan face-to-face. We’ve not been told the whole story about the vaccine. I’m convinced of it.’
‘Keep in touch,’ said Tally. It sounded so poignant that Steven took her in his arms and held her close. ‘As soon as this thing’s over we’ll start making plans about us, right? We come first.’
Tally gave a slightly distant smile and nodded. ‘Take care, Steven.’
Steven was officially discharged next morning after final tests on his reflexes and cardiac and respiratory functions were completed to George Lamont’s satisfaction. ‘You’ll never be that lucky again,’ said Lamont. ‘There can’t be too many people in the world who’ve been injected with cyanide and lived to tell the tale.’
‘I believe you.’
Steven dressed and thanked the unit nurses for looking after him before having a word with Jenkins and Ritchie, the two Special Branch men on the door. ‘Thank you, gentlemen, I’m grateful to you but happily I won’t be requiring your services any longer.’
‘Oh, just when we were beginning to enjoy ourselves,’ said Jenkins, a thickset, bald man who would not have looked out of place in the front row of a rugby scrum. ‘Nothing we like better than baby-sitting Sci-Med agents. Delicate flowers they are, George,’ he said, turning to his colleague. ‘Did you know that?’
Ritchie, his more thoughtful-looking colleague, gave an embarrassed smile.
‘They’re all graduates,’ continued Jenkins. ‘Brains the size of planets, some of them, they reckon. Isn’t that right, Doctor?’
‘Well, all things are relative,’ said Steven, making sure he was looking directly at Jenkins when he said it.