Part 14 (1/2)

Using his gloved hand, he opened the drawer using the edge of the wood rather than the drawer handle. He lifted out my watch, keys and wallet. ”Are these yours?” he asked. I nodded.

The Skipper clicked on his radio. ”The flat's clear. Anything there?”

Jim's voice came back over the radio, curiously echoed by his voice travelling faintly though the open window to the rear. ”All clear here, Skipper.” I breathed a sigh of relief. It had gone.

”Roger that,” the Skipper replied. He turned to Colin. ”Take Mr Petersen into the sitting room,” he said. Colin ushered me into the sitting room, switching on the lights as he went.

I heard the Skipper take a look in my bathroom and then in the kitchen, joining us in the sitting room after a moment. He brought my coat from the kitchen and draped it over the back of a chair.

Colin stood by the door, while the Skipper indicated that I should sit on the sofa. He put my personal items on the coffee table, picking out my wallet and opening it to the photograph of Alex. He ruffled through the money stuffed into the back of it then held out the picture ID from my work pa.s.s, comparing my face with the younger image in the photo. It must have been close enough because he put the card back in my wallet and pushed it across the table towards me.

”That's a lot of cash to be carrying about, sir,” he remarked as I pocketed the wallet and buckled the leather strap of my watch around my wrist.

”I told your colleague, I was going away for a while. I had my rucksack packed and ready for the morning. ”

”Where were you going, sir?”

”I have to clear up some family business, personal matters. I wasn't sure when I'd be back. Look, am I under suspicion of something here? I'm the one who was woken up by someone breaking into my home, remember?”

”That's the thing, sir. There's no sign of a break-in downstairs, the lock is intact and opens to your key. There's no indication of an intruder and yet your bedroom door looks as though someone has taken a sledgehammer to it. Then there's the mould...” He let that sentence hang. ”I told you. It wasn't like that before.”

The radio cut across me. ”Skipper. We think we've found someone.”

The Skipper paused, then clicked on his radio. ”What do you mean you think you've found someone, Eddie? Either you have or you haven't.”

There was a burst of static and then Eddie's voice. ”I dunno, Skipper. I could have sworn he wasn't there a minute ago. He's under the trees at the end of the garden. Jim's trying to coax him out now.”

I could hear Jim's voice in the background. You could just make out the words, ”Police! Come along out, sir. We just want to have a word with you.”

The Skipper walked to the door and through into my bedroom to look out over the balcony. I stood up, but Colin held up his hand. ”Just stay there, sir.” I could feel all the hairs on the back of my neck rise. It wasn't some old guy they'd found, it was the Untainted, come for me. I wanted to warn them, to tell them to leave it alone, but I couldn't think of what to say without appearing insane.

Colin's radio buzzed and crackled. ”We're going to pull him out. Jim's just...” There was a weird sound in the background, like a woman giggling hysterically but with a man's deeper voice.

The radio died. The light bulbs wavered, dimming to a yellowish glow.

Colin clicked at his radio. ”Say again, Eddie.” The radio was dead.

I looked at Colin. I couldn't let this happen. I yelled through to the Skipper. ”Tell them not to touch it. Tell them!”

A scream came from the back of the house. It was Jim's voice. ”Get it off me! Get it off! Get it off!” The Skipper thundered out of my bedroom. ”Officer down, get an ambulance!” He ran down the hall and bounced off the end wall, taking the stairs down two at a time.

Colin shouted. ”Stay here! Don't open the door 'till I say.” He ran after his boss.

From the back of the house I could hear Jim. ”Oh G.o.d! It's in my eyes! My eyes! I can't see!”

The manic laughter rose in pitch. The lights winked out, leaving me in darkness. I grabbed my coat on the way past the chair.

Shouted commands came from the back. ”Stand where you are! Police! Don't move!”

I ran towards the stairs as Jim's screaming subsided to a gurgling, choking sound. I wrenched the front door open and ran out into the rain. I sprinted straight past the startled Colin who was talking urgently into the car radio in the open door of the car. He shouted something as I ran out into the road. I fled that sound, lengthening my stride and pus.h.i.+ng myself, not caring that my heart hammered in my ears or that my feet were sore where my boots chafed my bare feet. I had to get away. I ran on into the night, knowing what was behind me if I stopped.

I took alternate right then left turns as I met each junction, working my way towards the tube station where there would be other people, other human beings. I needed to lose myself, and fast.

Adrenaline fuelled my pace and kept me moving until I finally came to a halt at an empty bus shelter. I leaned against the inside for a moment, my breath raw in my throat, then shrugged into my coat, thinking it would be easier to run while wearing it than holding it. My chest heaved and my heart hammered. I couldn't keep this up indefinitely, I just wasn't fit enough. I needed a plan.

I pushed off the bus stop and started running again. There was a minicab service near the tube station. If I could make it to there I could get a car into London. As Blackbird had said, I would be harder to find in the city. A glance backwards showed a light like a bright star rising in the sky in the direction I had come. s.h.i.+t! No one told me it could fly! Then the sound caught up with me. The jittered thumping meant the police had called in a helicopter. A beam of the light stabbed down onto the streets behind me. Were they looking for me? Why? I was the victim. I was the one who was being pursued by the thing in the garden. They should be dealing with that, not chasing innocent people.

Except I wasn't innocent. I had known what was back there and I could have warned them. I had tried to warn them but it had come too late. Now I was a witness, possibly even a suspect. An officer had been hurt. No, I was kidding myself. An officer had died. Now they would try and find me. And even if I told them the truth they would never believe me. And then they would lock me up.

Seven.

The helicopter circled away behind me, scanning the streets and gardens. As I approached the row of shops near the tube station, the buildings got taller, keeping me from tracking the helicopter and, hopefully, preventing it from tracking me.

They would be using thermal imaging cameras and I was sweating from the long run. The cool night breeze against my wet clothes would chill me quickly once I stopped running but for now I would s.h.i.+ne like a beacon for the camera.