Part 22 (1/2)

Enraged, she pulled on her dressing gown, and moments later she found herself in the street, marching towards the church. She couldn't remember coming down the stairs, or pus.h.i.+ng open the front door. All she felt was an anger at the injustice, that these hooligans might escape punishment.

'Now, listen here!' she shouted as the two young people dropped down on to the ground. It was a girl and a boy. She thought she recognised the lad, but it was difficult to be sure in the semidarkness. 'Just what do you think you're doing?'

Her voice was loud enough, she supposed, to wake even her corpse-like husband.

The two vandals fled in opposite directions. 'Run!' shouted the unfamiliar girl as she pa.s.sed.

Megan Tyley stood, rooted to the spot, her mouth hanging open. The girl had been telling her her to run. to run.

Something brushed against Megan's back, and she turned.

A hulking, unreal figure was patrolling the shadows around the church wall. Its dirty, striped clothes were covered with leaves and stalks of straw.

The misshapen, lumpy head twisted uncertainly in her direction. It could have been a pumpkin covered in cloth, with a harsh red slit for a mouth, were it not for the eyes, deep within the face.

Frightened, powerless eyes. Eyes that had once been human. Eyes that cried out silently - Mum.

'I don't get it,' said Hill, reading the page in his hand again.

'This is just... nothing.'

'On the contrary,' said the Doctor. 'It establishes a link.'

'What link?'

The Doctor took the paper from Hill's hand. 'This letter acknowledges an invoice for construction work carried out by one of Shanks's companies at the local water company's purification plant at the Garside reservoir.'

'So?' asked Hill.

'Look at the board of directors for Mersey Water PLC,' noted Denman with a triumphant snarl. 'Significant, wouldn't you say?'

'Matthew Hatch - non-executive director,' read Hill. 'I still don't see anything to get excited about, sir. Hatch has put some work Shanks's way. So what? We know they're mates.

At worst we've got a bit of bribery and corruption - which we'd never be able to prove. We might wreck Hatch's political career, but Shanks is still fireproof.'

'n.o.body's fireproof,' said Denman angrily.

'Gentlemen,' the Doctor said. 'You're all missing the point.

Why do Shanks and Hatch have an interest in the city's water supply?'

'I don't know. It's not what I'd expect of Shanks,' said Denman. 'What's he playing at?'

'I'm not entirely sure,' admitted the Doctor. 'But I have some very horrible suspicions. I know that Shanks has scientists working for him, and they're not just developing narcotics. I suggest we take a look at that reservoir.'

They drove in near silence across the city. The sun was rising and the streets were filling with commuters. A main road took them through rolling countryside. Twenty minutes beyond Liverpool they saw the first road sign for Garside.

The car came to halt overlooking the reservoir, an enormous construction of swept white concrete. The sun was a ball of orange, floating on the still waters.

Denman rummaged around in the glove box, and found a small pair of binoculars. He scanned the purification plant on the other side of the reservoir, a simple block of a building, surrounded by fences. 'There's a Jag there,' he announced.

'It's Shanks's.'

'Are you sure?' queried Hill.

'It's my business to know,' said Denman.

The Doctor pushed open the door. 'We should find out what Shanks is up to.'

Hill, in the driving seat, turned to Denman. 'But Mr Savage said -'

'I don't care,' snapped Denman. 'If you want to arrest me when I come out of that building, you can. But I'm going to have that piece of vermin.' He got out of the car. 'If we're not out in half an hour, call for backup.'

Straggling pine trees had been planted in a strip around one bank of the reservoir. The Doctor and Denman kept to the shadowy undergrowth as they approached the building.

Shanks's Jaguar was just visible through a razor-wire-topped fence. A thick metal gate bore the Mersey Water Company's logo.

The Doctor and Denman skirted around to the back of the purification plant. An ancient deciduous wood terminated just short of the building. The bough of one particular tree extended over the fence. With surprising agility, the Doctor climbed up into the branches of the oak, stopping occasionally to give the puffing Denman a hand. Then, with great care, his feet dangling down on either side, the Doctor edged his way along the bough. He crossed the line of the fence, and began to lower himself towards the ground.

He dropped down, tumbling on to his side like a parachutist. Denman followed.

The two men walked across the weed-covered patch of land towards what appeared to be a fire exit. Denman raised his boot, ready to kick down the door.

'Oh, I think we can do better than that,' said the Doctor. 'A piggyback, if you don't mind?'

'Doctor, I didn't come all this way to muck about with -'

'A piggyback, please,' said the Doctor sharply. 'Or would you rather set off all the alarms inside this building?' He pointed. Above the door was a small box of white Perspex with an integral loudspeaker. Thick, insulated wires ran from that down to sensors on the door and frame, and back into the building.

The Doctor found a flat piece of flint on the ground, and then gingerly clambered up Denman's broad back.

'Oh, do keep still,' said the Doctor.

'I'm trying my best,' said Denman, swaying under the Doctor's weight.