Part 32 (1/2)

The lift pinged open and we shot up to the fifth floor.

With its twin beds, walnut veneers, TV and mini-bar, the room could have been in any chain hotel anywhere in the world. I threw her chocolate and a carton of orange juice. She ripped the wrapper off the Milka bar and got stuck in. 'Thank you, Nick.'

'Go and have a bath. Anna will give you some clothes for tomorrow. I'm not going anywhere. Leave the door open if you want.'

She padded into the bathroom. I dug out the folder and threw it onto the bed.

'Lily?'

I heard the sound of running water. She came to the door.

'Anna will look after you, I promise. She won't let anything happen to you - you understand that, don't you?'

She nodded. 'Yes. Thank you.' She closed the door behind her.

I sat on the end of the bed and shoved cashews down my neck. According to the price list they cost the best part of a euro per nut. I washed them down with the world's most expensive can of Pepsi and channel-hopped with the remote. The silo fire was on all the local stations, as well as CNN and BBC News 24. Kate Singleton was showing the world her gravitas.

There was a knock on the door. I checked through the peephole and opened up.

'No problem with the desk, Nicholas?' She nodded past me, towards the sound of running water.

'Everything's fine.'

I led her into the room. She sat next to me, pointing at the screen. 'Why?'

'f.u.c.k knows, but it's just the tip of the iceberg.'

28

I told Anna everything about the Flynns and the neo-n.a.z.is, the Moldovan compet.i.tion and Tresillian changing the plan and wanting all the girls dead. Then I told her about going back to the safe-house to find Bradley waiting for me, Angeles getting killed, and the police bursting in.

'The police? How did they-'

'Bradley maybe - f.u.c.k knows what else he got up to in that house. Or the neos - who must have followed us from the market? Who gave a f.u.c.k? What p.i.s.sed me off more was what happened to Angeles. She wanted to protect me.' I pictured that shy smile again, and the endless steaming, super-sweet brews. 'She got f.u.c.ked up by doing it and that's down to Tresillian - and, of course, Jules.'

She wouldn't believe it. 'But he is a friend.'

'You reckon? I want to think so, but I don't know what the f.u.c.k is going on.'

Then I told her what had been clawing away at me ever since Bradley pulled the shotgun. 'Everything and everyone connected with Lily is being taken out. This can't just be about a favour to a friend. It's something bigger, and Tresillian is tying up all the loose ends ...'

She looked at me. She knew where this was leading. She was too smart not to.

I nodded. 'If he doesn't know already, he'll find out soon enough that you were in on it too.'

She didn't answer. She just let everything sink in.

Lily emerged from the bathroom, freshly scrubbed and fragrant, wet hair sc.r.a.ped back from her face. She curled up on the bed, in her own private world, eyes glued to the flickering TV screen.

I couldn't wait around. We had things to do.

'The Panda is going to flag up Nick Smith. The flight to Russia is history. Lily is the key, and I'm starting to think I might know why. As long as we've got her, they won't get us. You must take her somewhere safe. I need both of you out of harm's way.'

She sparked up. 'I know people in-'

I put a hand over her mouth. 'Stop. I don't want to know.'

It was safer for both of them. If I f.u.c.ked up and Tresillian didn't see things my way, he'd want to know where Lily was. Whatever he did to me, I couldn't tell him what I didn't know.

Anna understood. 'What about you?'

'I'm going back to the UK. That's where all this s.h.i.+t started.'

The TV rolled the same mobile clip of the explosion, over and over again. At least it was somebody's lucky day.

'All three of us could leave, right now.'

I shook my head. 'I've got to go back. If Lily is safe, Tresillian won't touch us. He needs her. I have to sort a few things out.' I gave her a slightly crooked smile. 'Then we can spend whatever time I've got left watching the geese fly over the Moskva River.'

We stood only a few centimetres apart.

She took my hands in hers, unable to speak. She looked like she was going to break down at any moment. She held my hands to her face and kissed them. She gazed into my eyes.

I'm not sure what she saw there, but she wasn't smiling back.

29

I headed up a pathway that ran along the left side of the triangle. The sea lapped against the rock wall. A cargo s.h.i.+p cast off its mooring ropes and pulled away from the docks. The glow of arc lamps and vehicle lights at the ferry port filtered across the water and cast weak shadows on the concrete below me.

At last I found what I was looking for. The Coast Guard here had two RIBs, monsters, well over thirty feet, both with twin 115 h.p. Yamaha outboards. At least, I a.s.sumed they were the Coast Guard. They had the word Kustwacht Kustwacht plastered every-where, which sounded about right. Whatever it meant, it looked official, which in turn meant it belonged to an organization that would have demanded full tanks before binning it for the day. plastered every-where, which sounded about right. Whatever it meant, it looked official, which in turn meant it belonged to an organization that would have demanded full tanks before binning it for the day.

The Kustwacht's Kustwacht's land base was a boring-looking cube of a Portakabin with loads of little signs and notice boards outside. I ignored it for now. There was no blaze of lights to suggest anyone was home. land base was a boring-looking cube of a Portakabin with loads of little signs and notice boards outside. I ignored it for now. There was no blaze of lights to suggest anyone was home.

I jumped on the first RIB and pulled up the wooden flooring planks by the engines to expose the fuel-tank cap. It was locked, just like on a car. The two 115s had motorcycle-type locks securing them to the boat.