Part 29 (1/2)
He did not see what happened, that was the terrible thing. He drove to Kilburn, parked the Mini Cooper some distance from the church, and could see a small crowd of people standing there in the dusk of early evening, an ambulance and two police cars, policemen taking statements. Monsignor James Murphy was in a dark cloak, talking to one officer, and, from the look of him, greatly distressed. There was a medium-sized truck with one front wheel over a curb, a shaken-looking man in a leather jacket leaning against it, obviously the driver. what happened, that was the terrible thing. He drove to Kilburn, parked the Mini Cooper some distance from the church, and could see a small crowd of people standing there in the dusk of early evening, an ambulance and two police cars, policemen taking statements. Monsignor James Murphy was in a dark cloak, talking to one officer, and, from the look of him, greatly distressed. There was a medium-sized truck with one front wheel over a curb, a shaken-looking man in a leather jacket leaning against it, obviously the driver.
Holley stood at the back, and said softly to an old man in a cloth cap standing next to him, ”What happened?”
”A terrible business. Monsignor Murphy's housekeeper came running down the path and straight out into the road. I saw the whole thing. Quite a few people did. The driver never stood a chance. I don't know what possessed her.”
An older woman in front looked back over her shoulder. ”I heard her shouting at somebody. She was saying: 'Get away from me.' ”
”And where is she?” Holley asked the man.
”In the ambulance, but she's dead. Like I said, the police are taking a lot of statements. It's a terrible thing, but that poor sod was in no way to blame.” He nodded towards the driver.
Holley backed slowly away as more people appeared, drawn to the crowd by the drama of it. He turned and walked back to the Mini Cooper and sat behind the wheel for a while. She had been running from Peter Ivanov. That had to be the explanation.
His anger was very real because he was to blame. He sat there, breathing deeply and gripping the wheel hard, then he called Chekhov. There was no background music, no impression that others were there.
”It's Daniel,” he said. ”Where are you?”
”At the apartment.”
”Do you know what Ivanov's up to?”
Chekhov was obviously reluctant to talk. ”He was here a while ago, after he'd discovered that there was no one at Belsize Park. He turned up in a cab, and he had Kerimov with him. The ape-man was wearing big gloves because of his bad hand so he could drive. Ivanov had been drinking.”
”What did he want?”
”He said they needed to know where Alexander Kurbsky was, and the obvious person to ask was Monica Starling, because she'd been involved with him from the beginning.”
”And that was it?”
”No, he told me he wanted me to lend him one of my Mercedes limousines. I keep three in the underground parking downstairs. He said he didn't want to use an Emba.s.sy car.”
”To do what?” Holley demanded.
”He was just talking nonsense. He said if he could get his hands on Monica Starling and take her for a ride in the country, he could soon get the truth about Kurbsky out of her.” Chekhov laughed uneasily. ”Just crazy stuff, Daniel.”
”Max, he made threats against Caitlin Daly bad enough to frighten her to death. I've been up to Kilburn, and she was already in a body bag in the ambulance, cops all over the place, the old priest, Murphy, in tears.”
”Jesus, Holley, I don't know anything about that. I swear it.”
”Okay, then what do do you know? What did he say about where he would go?” you know? What did he say about where he would go?”
”That was drunken nonsense. He was rambling on about Bolt Hole, and he said there was a full moon tonight and it would be perfect to go for a sail.”
”Which is exactly what the drunken fool intends. Now, this is what you're going to do, and if you let me down, I'll kill you.”
”Anything, Daniel, I'll do anything.”
”I'm going to ring off. You will call him, a.s.sess the situation, and call me. Now, get on with it.”
Chekhov was back within five minutes. ”He's really tanked up. I asked where he was headed, and he said he already told me. Then he said he had to go now because he had precious cargo in the trunk.”
”The stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he's actually gone and lifted her,” Holley said.
”What are you going to do?” Chekhov asked. ”Give Ferguson a call? Miller and Dillon will go crazy when they find out about this.”
”No, I've got to think of me here as well as her. I can only bring them into it by delivering myself into their hands, and I'm d.a.m.ned if I'll do that. I've had enough of prison bars to last a lifetime. I'll just have to handle it alone.”
”You're crazy, it isn't your business.”
”Oh yes it is, Max. I told you before, it's a woman thing with me. I'll go now. I'll have to hurry, but they tell me a Mini Cooper is built for speed, so we'll see.”
At least he knew the way, thanks to the day out with Selim, and there was the Sat Nav to follow. He drove fast but stayed alert. The last thing he needed was a police car to stop him for speeding. He had a good fast run to Guildford and all the way to Chichester, had just pa.s.sed through, when his Codex sounded. He pulled in at a convenient lay-by, turned off his engine, and answered. the way, thanks to the day out with Selim, and there was the Sat Nav to follow. He drove fast but stayed alert. The last thing he needed was a police car to stop him for speeding. He had a good fast run to Guildford and all the way to Chichester, had just pa.s.sed through, when his Codex sounded. He pulled in at a convenient lay-by, turned off his engine, and answered.
”Daniel? Lermov here.”
Holley checked his watch and found it was almost ten-thirty. ”Where are you? I understood you were getting in at midnight.”
”I am,” Lermov replied. ”I'm calling you from the Falcon. I know everything, including the death of Caitlin Daly.”
”You're well informed. Chekhov's been on the phone to you?”
”He knows who his real friends are and not you. You're a loose cannon. I should have realized that.”
”The only loose cannon in this whole matter has been your boy wonder, Peter Ivanov. He's responsible for the death of Caitlin Daly because he didn't follow your orders.”
”And he'll have to answer for that.”
”So what happens to Monica Starling? Obviously, Chekhov must have told you what's going on.”
”I've just spoken to Ivanov. It seems they've almost reached their destination. I've ordered him to release her.”
”And you think that drunken pig will? He's got to dispose of her, because if she goes free he'll have Charles Ferguson, Miller, and Dillon thirsting for his blood because of what happened to her, and I think you'll find they're not particularly well disposed towards you.”
”I'd be very careful where you're taking this, Daniel,” Lermov said.
”Ah, Station Gorky awaits, does it? You'll have to catch me first, and I'm still going to Bolt Hole. Peter Ivanov's a dead man.”
”Don't be stupid. He knows you're on your way. He'll be expecting you.”
”You told him?”