At last Kit sensed a deeper darkness around him. The snow seemed to fall less heavily. He almost bumped into the thick trunk of a big tree. He had reached the woods near the house. He felt so relieved that he wanted to kneel down and give thanks. From this point on, he could find the way.
As he followed the winding track through the trees, he could hear someone's teeth chattering like a drumroll. He hoped it was Daisy.
He had lost all feeling in his fingers and toes, but he could still move his legs. The snow was not quite so thick on the ground, here in the shclter of the trees, and he was able to walk faster. A faint glow ahead told him he was approaching the lights of the house. At last he emerged from the woods. He headed for the light and came to the garage. I he big doors were closed, but there was a side door that was never locked. Kit found it and went inside. The other three followed. "Thank God," Elton said grimly. "I thought I was going to die in sodding Scotland."
Kit shone his flashlight. Here was his father's blue Ferrari, voluptuously curved, parked very close to the wall. Next to it was Luke's dirty white Ford Mondeo. That was surprising: Luke normally drove himself and Lori home in it at the end of the evening. Had they stayed the night, or…?
He shone his flashlight at the far end of the garage, where the Toyota Land Cruiser Amazon was usually parked.
The bay was empty.
Kit felt like crying.
He realized immediately what had happened. Luke and Lori lived in a cottage at the end of a rough road more than a mile away. Because of the weather, Stanley had let them take the four-wheel drive car. They had left behind the Ford, which was no better in the snow than the Astra.
"Oh, shit," said Kit.
Nigel said, "Where's the Toyota?"
"It's not here," Kit said. "Jesus Christ, now we're in trouble."
3:30 AM
CARL OSBORNE was speaking into his mobile phone. "Is anyone on the news desk yet? Good-put me through."
Toni crossed the Great Hall to where Carl sat. "Wait, please."
He put his hand over the phone. "What?"
"Please hang up and listen to me. Just for a moment."
He said into the phone: "Get ready to do a voice record-I'll get back to you in a couple of minutes." He pressed the hang-up button and looked expectantly at Toni.
She felt desperate. Carl could do untold damage with a scaremongering report. She hated to plead, but she had to try to stop him. "This could finish me," she said. "I let Michael Ross steal a rabbit, and now I've allowed a gang to get away with samples of the virus itself."
"Sorry, Toni, but it's a tough old world."
"This could ruin the company, too," she persisted. She was being more candid than she liked, but she had to do it. "Bad publicity might frighten our… investors."
Carl did not miss a trick. "You mean the Americans."
"It doesn't matter who. The point is that the company could be destroyed." And so could Stanley, she thought, but she did not say it. She was trying to sound reasonable and unemotional, but her voice was close to cracking. "They don't deserve it!"
"You mean your beloved Professor Oxcnford doesn't deserve it."
"All he's doing is trying to find cures for human illnesses, for Christ's sake!"
"And make money at the same time."
"As you do, when you bring the truth to the Scottish television audience."
He stared at her, not sure if she was being sarcastic. Then he shook his head. "A story is a story. Besides, it's sure to come out. If I don't do it, someone else will."
"I know." She looked out of the windows of the Great Hall. The weather showed no sign of easing. At best, there might be some improvement with daylight. "Just give me three hours," she said. "File at seven."
"What difference will that make?"
Possibly none at all, she thought, but it was her only chance. "Maybe by then we'll be able to say that the police have caught the gang, or at least that they're on the trail and expect to arrest them at any moment." Perhaps the company, and Stanley, could survive the crisis if it were resolved quickly.
"No deal. Someone else could get the story in the meantime. As soon as the police know, it's out there. I can't take that risk." He dialed.
Toni stared at him. The truth was bad enough. Seen through the distorting lens of tabloid television, the story would be catastrophic.
"Record this," Carl said into his mobile. "You can run it with a still photo of me holding a phone. Ready?"
Toni wanted to kill him.
"I'm speaking from the premises of Oxenford Medical, where the second biosecurity incident in two days has hit this Scottish pharmaceutical company."
Could she stop him? She had to try. She looked around. Steve was behind the desk. Susan was lying down, looking pale, but Don was upright. Her mother was asleep. So was the puppy. She had two men to help her.
"Excuse me," she said to Carl.
He tried to ignore her. "Samples of a deadly virus, Madoba-2-"
Toni put her hand over his phone. "I'm sorry, you can't use that here."
He turned away and tried to continue. "Samples of a deadly-"
She crowded him and again put her hand between his phone and his mouth. "Steve! Don! Over here, now!"
Carl said into the phone, "They're trying to stop me filing a report, are you recording this?"
Toni spoke loud enough for the phone to pick up her words. "Mobile phones may interfere with delicate electronic equipment operating in the laboratories, so they may not be used here." It was untrue, but it would serve as a pretext. "Please turn it off."
He held it away from her and said loudly, "Get off me!"
Toni nodded at Steve, who snatched the phone from Carl's hand and turned it off.
"You can't do this!" Carl said.
"Of course I can. You're a visitor here, and I'm in charge of security."
"Bullshit-security has nothing to do with it."
"Say what you like, I make the rules."
"Then I'll go outside."
"You'll freeze to death."
"You can't stop me leaving."
Toni shrugged. "True. But I'm not giving you back your phone."
"You're stealing it."
"Confiscating it for security reasons. We'll mail it to you."
"I'll find a pay phone."
"Good luck." There was not a public phone within five miles.
Carl pulled on his coat and went out. Toni and Steve watched him through the windows. He got into his car and started the engine. He got out again and scraped several inches of snow off the windshield. The wipers began to operate. Carl got in and pulled away.
Steve said, "He left the dog behind."
The snowfall had eased a little. Toni cursed under her breath. Surely the weather was not going to improve just at the wrong moment?
A mound of snow grew in front of the Jaguar as it climbed the rise. A hundred yards from the gate, it stopped.
Steve smiled. "I didn't think he'd get far."
The car's interior light came on. Toni frowned, worried.
Steve said, "Maybe he's going to sulk out there, engine turning over, heater on full blast, until he runs out of petrol."
Toni peered through the snowstorm, trying to see better.
"What's he doing?" Steve said. "Looks like he's talking to himself."
Toni realized what was happening, and her heart sank. "Shit," she said. "He is talking-but not to himself."
"What?"
"He has another phone in the car. He's a reporter, he has backup equipment. Hell, I never thought of that."
"Shall I run out there and stop him?"
"Too late now. By the time you get there, he'll have said enough. Damn." Nothing was going right. She felt like giving up, walking away and finding a darkened room and lying down and closing her eyes. But instead she pulled herself together. "When he comes back in, just sneak outside and see whether he's left the keys in the ignition. If he has, take them-then at least he won't be able to phone again."