Dark Winter (40 page)

There was another door on the left, just short of the staircase, which I guessed led to the garage, as it did in Jimmy and Carmen’s. Good: if she didn’t want to help me, I could get the car in there and bundle her into the boot without an audience.

‘What the fuck are you doing here, Nick?’

I put my hands up in surrender. ‘I’m dying for a brew.’

‘Fuck that. How did you know where I live?’

‘I didn’t. The view from the kitchen over to Bluewater? The conservatory? It was all I had to go on.’

She looked down at my clothes.

I shrugged. ‘I had to wait and see if you were alone. Look, I need to talk to you about something – but first I need that brew.’

‘It better be good.’ She turned towards the kitchen. ‘Get your boots off.’

I heard the kettle being filled as I obeyed.

My feet stank. I stopped at the door.

Even from behind, her body language was clear. She was probably angrier with herself than with me: she couldn’t believe that she’d given herself away. Back in her Det days, a slip like that might have cost someone’s life. ‘What do you want?’

‘Kelly’s been lifted . . . by the source.’

She spun to face me, the kettle still in her hand.

I kept my voice low and slow, wanting her to take every word on board. ‘I went to see her at her grandparents’ this morning. They’d both been stabbed to death. Kelly was missing. No note, nothing.’

We just stood there, Suzy still with the kettle in her hand, as I ran through what had happened next. ‘So, it’s a simple trade. I go to Berlin and do a pickup, and he gives me Kelly back.’

‘Pick up what?’ She plugged in the kettle.

‘Five wine bottles.’

She turned, a look of horror across her face. ‘Oh, fuck – you’ve got to call the boss.’

‘No.’ I shook my head.

She turned to the tree of yellow mugs that matched the wallpaper behind her, and for the first time I noticed a wedding ring on her finger. My mind worked quick time.

She knew what I’d seen. ‘Relax, I’m on my own here.’

I took a step closer. ‘Look, I really need help. I could lie to you and say this is all about keeping control of DW, but it isn’t. This is about getting her back, and then trying to control DW. I can’t do it on my own. You’re the only one I can ask. But whatever you decide, no one must know about this.’ I lifted the third finger of my left hand and flexed it in the air. ‘No one.’

The kettle stopped boiling and she dropped a teabag into the mug, poured the water, dug out the bag almost immediately and threw it into the sink.

I followed her into the living room with my brew as she hit the main lights. The curtains matched the settee, and the other soft furnishings. It was all a bit too flowery for my liking, and certainly not the sort of thing I’d have expected Suzy to go for.

A selection of family photographs stood on a highly polished sideboard in the dining room. A smiling naval officer took pride of place in two or three of the silver frames. Two boys in muddy rugby kit, more or less the same age as Kelly, grinned out from the others.

She tapped one of the pictures of the uniform. ‘That’s why I didn’t have to call anybody. Geoff’s still floating around the Gulf somewhere. These are his sons. They live with their mother in New Zealand.’

Geoff looked much older than her, and was obviously big-time in the Navy. I’d never understood the hierarchy, but there was a lot of gold stuff dripping off his jacket. Her face broke into a smile as she headed for the settee. ‘See, I told you, relax. I really am on my own.’

She threw her
Hello!
on to the carpet with the rest of the magazines and sat down, bringing her legs up on to the cushions then covering them with the robe. I stayed standing to protect the furniture. I nodded towards the shopping bags. ‘Been to Bluewater?’

‘Yeah, I couldn’t get to sleep. I was dying to, but what with all the work going on round the back . . .’ She adjusted the robe round her thighs again, then looked up sharply. ‘So tell me, what’s the story on this girl of yours, if she isn’t your daughter?’

52

It took me an hour, but I stood there and told her everything. I fumbled my way through that day in Hunting Bear Path and our weeks on the run together afterwards, and how she’d ended up living with Josh and his family in Maryland after her therapy sessions in London.

Suzy seemed to understand. ‘She’s never fully recovered, then – that’s why you came back to see the same doctor, yeah?’

‘That’s where I disappeared to on Saturday. Seeing your whole family head-jobbed takes some getting over. But she’s just like her dad was, a fighter . . .’

I told her how she had managed to fight her way back from being a curled-up bundle of nothing to being able to function outside the clinic where she’d spent the best part of ten months. ‘And just when I thought she’d got straightened out, she’s developed a habit with painkillers, and she’s bulimic, and fuck knows what else.’

‘That little performance in St Chad’s makes sense now.’

I fished in my pocket and pulled out the Polaroid. ‘This was her this morning.’

Suzy kept her eyes fixed on Kelly’s face, but they looked slightly glazed, as if she was elsewhere. ‘Beautiful . . .’ She handed back the picture. ‘You’re sure about not going to the boss?’

‘That job I told you about, the one I did for him a couple of years ago? It was in Panama. He threatened to have Kelly killed if I didn’t do it. The two guys in the Transit – they’re the ones who’d have done it. If I go to him now, I’ll lose what little control I have. He won’t give a shit about anything but the DW – fair one, but where would that leave Kelly? The only way I’m going to get her back is by going to Berlin and picking up those bottles.’

‘You sure he won’t just kill both of you once he’s got them?’

I shrugged. What could I say? She was right.

She studied my face. ‘You’re going to do this regardless, aren’t you?’

‘Don’t have much option, do I? The thing is, will you help me? I don’t know how yet – all I know is I’ll need backing once I’m in the UK.’

She shifted about a little on the settee, as if looking for something, then smiled to herself. ‘Force of habit. I was just about to reach for a fag. It’s going to be hard for me, Nick. I’m in a delicate condition.’

‘Look, if everything goes well, your permanent cadre won’t be jeopardized. I don’t think—’

She lifted a hand. ‘You know, for a highly trained observer, you can be amazingly stupid sometimes. I said condition, not fucking position. Look, I was smoking in Penang, right, but next time you saw me I’d stopped – me, the girl who could describe to you every cigarette she ever smoked. Then that being-sick thing. Nerves? And did you ever see me taking any doxycycline? Think about it, Nick. Hurry up . . . yes, well done, that’s right. Two months. Geoffrey’s fond farewell before the Gulf.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known?’

‘None of your business – but I found out after we got back from Penang.’

‘The Yes Man know?’

‘Definitely not. I’m hoping I get PC before I show, then it’s thanks for the promotion, and next day – shock horror, so sorry, I just found out I need some maternity leave.’

‘He’ll fuck you over, you know.’

She shrugged. ‘Geoff’s done that already. Anyway, we’ll see, won’t we?’

I couldn’t make out if the Geoff thing was a joke or not. ‘What does he think about all this?’

‘He doesn’t know yet. I’m not too sure whether I’m keeping it.’ She looked away and had a moment to herself. ‘Our marriage is a bit of a nightmare, to be honest. I thought what I needed was stability. But look at this place, this isn’t me – you know what I mean, don’t you?’ She waved her hand at the flower fest around us. ‘I’ve tried. I always thought I’d want all this, but I’m not made for this shit. You understand, don’t you? You’re the same.’ Her eyes were starting to well up.

I hated situations like this. What was I supposed to do now? I never knew if it was listen, hug, or go and put the kettle on.

‘I get the feeling he blames me – you know, if he hadn’t met me, he’d still be unhappily married just the once.’ She took a deep breath, exhaled noisily, and tears fell down her cheeks. I took one of my own, ready to ask if she wanted a brew, but I was too late. ‘Goodness knows why he married me.’ She gave me a little grin as the tears fell gently on to her robe. ‘Oh, no, hang on, I remember now – I’m such a fantastic fuck.’

She motioned me to sit down and dirty an armchair. ‘Fuck it. Never liked the pattern anyway.’

I moved new sweaters and coats off the back and sat down. I’d been nodding ever since her announcement, but I still had no idea where this was leading.

‘I was thinking about the abortion when you rang the bell. Shall I tell you where I’d got to?’

I carried on nodding.

‘My marriage will not survive, but I still want this child.’

‘That changes everything, Suzy. I can’t ask you—’

‘Why the fuck not? I’m pregnant, not disabled. Anyway, don’t worry, I have a secret weapon.’

She was willing me to ask her as she gripped herself and the tears stopped.

‘Don’t tell me – you’re one of the X Men . . .’

She gave me the same sort of look Kelly always did when I said something embarrassing. ‘My condition, you dickhead.’

‘That’s what’s worrying me.’

‘Not
that
– RUC syndrome. Heard of it, Det boy?’

I hadn’t, and now got to shake my head.

‘It was first diagnosed in the police over the water. If they survived a bomb attack or a hit, some of them started believing they could survive anything. That’s me. I’m invincible.’

‘What turned you into superwoman, then?’

‘Did you ever hear about the female operator that nearly got lifted in Belfast in the nineties? You remember, August ’ninety-three. You were still in the Regiment then, weren’t you?’

I was, and I did remember a few vague details.

‘I was working two-up on a serial around the West Belfast estates. Just part of a normal team. I dropped off my partner, Bob, to do a walk-past of the target’s flat. I parked up the other side of the estate and waited to pick him up. But we’d been compromised and I ended up trapped in my car by a road-digger. The fucker used the bucket to try to crush it, with me still in it, as a few boyos got together to tear apart whatever was left of me.’

I was going to make a funny, but then saw the look on her face.

‘Don’t ask me how, but I got out of the car with a broken femur after the bucket had gone down on the car two or three times. I shot the digger driver and one of the players who was trying to batter my head in with an iron bar. Then I held the rest back by grabbing one and jamming my pistol into his gob and just held on until the rest of the team rammed their cars into the crowd to get me out. I was shitting myself. Bob got dragged away and kicked to death in the estate.’

I did remember now: it had been a big deal at the time. She even got decorated for it. ‘So you’re the famous digger girl, then?’

‘Yep, that’s me. Big-time hero.’

She sounded a little sardonic, but surviving was something to be proud of, without a doubt. Others in similar situations were now dead, including Bob. The whole Ashford and the MOE school thing made sense now. Her cover had been blown big-time, but the Det would have wanted to keep hold of someone of her calibre.

‘Does the Yes Man know you have this head-banging RUC whatever-it’s-called?’

‘Nope, no one. Just you.’ She smiled briefly, checking that the robe still covered her legs. ‘You want to know something else no one knows? You want to hear the real story?’

I shifted awkwardly in my chair, thinking that it might be time to go and make a brew.

‘It was my fault we got compromised.’ Her voice was drained of emotion, her head was down, hair falling forwards and blocking out her face as her hands flattened out the white towelling over her legs. ‘I stopped the car for a casual drop-off, but as Bob got out, his jacket must have got tucked in behind his pancake. His Sig and mag carrier were showing. I didn’t see it until he was half-way over the road.

‘I tapped the horn and he came back, ready to lift off. I said it was OK, don’t be stupid, no one’s seen it. Fact is, I was more worried about the serial being cancelled and looking a dickhead than being compromised, know what I mean?’

I nodded, but not really meaning it.

‘Anyway, he took my word for it, covered up and started again. I went the other side of the estate to pick him up. Next thing I knew that fucking JCB started rearranging the bodywork. So I did my stuff and the green army went into the estate in riot gear and brought out Bob’s body an hour or so later.’

Her face was still covered by hair, but I knew she was fighting the tears again. ‘Look, you can’t blame yourself. He should have checked himself before getting out of the car. It’s no one’s fault, things fuck up.’

‘No, you’re wrong. It fucked up because I was more worried about admitting to myself we were compromised. It felt like a failure and I didn’t want to accept that.’ She sat upright, swinging her feet off the settee. Her eyes were wet, her cheeks red, and she didn’t care about the robe now: it fell apart, exposing her legs. ‘I couldn’t tell anyone – maybe guilt – but I saw Bob, I saw them kicking and punching him to death. We could see each other, he was screaming at me for help. I was out of the car by then but couldn’t get to him. I watched them drop a fucking paving slab on his head because of me, but I couldn’t do anything about it . . .’