Skypoint (7 page)

‘So this is something to do with the building itself,’ Owen pondered as he watched Ianto hand the coffees around. He remembered that Ianto made good coffee – better than the shit they stung you more than two quid for down at Constantine’s, anyway, he guessed.

‘So there’s – what? – some creature living in there?’ Ianto suggested as he sat down at the table and took the first sip of Java. It was good. Of course it was.

‘Something that consumes people? Doesn’t leave a trace of them behind?’ Owen heard what he was saying and worried. If the thing in SkyPoint was the same thing that he had seen butcher the French philosophy student and then clean up afterwards better than those two old birds in rubber gloves on the telly – then he had to come clean to the rest of the team.

But Gwen didn’t think that was it. ‘There wasn’t time. Rhys and me, we were only seconds behind Brian Shaw when he walked into the bathroom. If it was some sort of creature, we would have heard something. No way that we wouldn’t.’

‘And we didn’t hear anything like a creature when the security guy disappeared, either,’ said Toshiko.

Jack pushed back his chair and started to prowl around the table. ‘So what happened? They didn’t get beamed up by Mr Scott. And, as far as our instruments can tell, there’s no Rift activity, so they didn’t just get sucked out of existence.’

Gwen shook her head. ‘But it has to be the Rift.’

Jack came to a stop; he’d done a full turn of the table and was back behind his own chair. He put his fists on his hips.

‘There’s only one way we’re going to find out,’ he said. ‘Who wants to play Happy Families?’

NINE

This is going to be weird.

Owen was standing at the window of his new apartment looking across the Bay. The open-plan SkyPoint living area was filled with unopened boxes. There was no urgency in opening them – most had just been packed with old books to perfect the illusion of a couple moving into their new home.

A couple.

This was going to be very weird, he thought, and looked out across the water wondering just how the hell he was going to get through this.

‘Well, that’s me all moved in.’

Owen turned from the window as Toshiko walked in from the bedroom. She was dressed in jeans and a thin sweater that clung to her tightly. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail. Owen guessed that this was what she looked like on a day off and realised with surprise that he had never actually seen Toshiko on a day off. She looked like a woman would the day she moved into her new apartment. She looked good. But that wasn’t going to make any of this anything like easier.

‘It’s a walk-in wardrobe,’ she told him. ‘I hung all my stuff on the right. You can have the left.’

‘No problem,’ Owen said. ‘I dress on the left, anyway.’ Toshiko didn’t look like she got the joke.

‘I’ll hang my stuff up later,’ he said. ‘Want a coffee?’

‘Great,’ she said. Her eyes sparkled.

Owen crossed into the kitchen area and filled the kettle, then took a mug from the box of kitchen things that Ianto had put together for them. The mugs were stylish, tall and slim with silver rims. Very Ianto. Back in Owen’s apartment, the mugs he drank from (
whoa – hold that! – the mugs he used to drink from
) were a mostly chipped and tea-stained collection that looked like they had been accrued over the years from visiting workmen.

He set one mug down on the work surface and set about working out the high-tech coffee machine that came with the kitchen. Ianto had packed them a full dinner service – the works, in fact – but they were never going to be setting more than one place for dinner here. Owen guessed it would save on the washing up. Six plates, six sets of cutlery – with luck he would be out of SkyPoint before the dishwasher was half full.

He got the coffee machine working and suddenly the apartment was filled with music. Jazz. The Dave Brubeck Quartet. Owen looked across the room and saw Toshiko at the apartment’s sound system. Music seemed to pour out of every corner of the apartment.

She was swaying with the rhythm of ‘Love For Sale’, and caught Owen watching her. Suddenly self-conscious she smiled and turned the music down a little.

‘I’m sorry. Do you mind?’ she asked.

Owen shrugged and couldn’t help smiling. ‘I didn’t know you liked jazz.’

‘My mother’s a big fan. It used to be on all the time when I was growing up.’

‘Same here. I used to think it was the only thing that stopped my folks going for each other with the kitchen knives. “Take Five” would chill them out better than a case of red.’

‘Sorry. If it brings back memories…’ She moved to turn it off.

‘No. I like it. Like you said, it rubs off on you.’

Toshiko shook her head. ‘It’s weird, isn’t it? We spend all that time with each other and we go through all this stuff – but we know next to nothing about everyone else.’

Owen stiffened. ‘Yeah, well maybe it’s better that way.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘You know what it’s like, Tosh. No one gets to retire from Torchwood. And it isn’t worth taking out a pension plan.’

She knew what he was talking about. She had gone back through the Torchwood records once. No one had ever left the organisation for another job, or to start a family, or to go live in a cottage by the sea. Personnel files all closed with the same word: DECEASED.

But Toshiko didn’t want to think about that. She forced a smile. ‘You’re a bundle of joy today.’

Owen fought down the urge to tell her that he didn’t get the opportunity for much joy these days. He wondered whether he should also remind her that they were at SkyPoint to do a job, and that they were not there playing House.

Owen’s heart may have stopped beating; it didn’t mean he didn’t have one any more.

‘Sorry,’ he said.

And he was sorry. If he hadn’t been dead, playing man and wife with Toshiko for a couple of nights could have been fun. He was also sorry because he liked Toshiko (strangely he had grown to like her so much more since there had been no chance of – and no point in – bedding her) and he knew that a big part of her was looking forward to their stay here. She had feelings for him that he could never return, and she knew that, but this SkyPoint job was the closest she was ever going to get to playing husband and wife – probably, with anyone.

This was her dream job, he thought. It would have made his stomach turn over, had it still been able to.

He should tell her now, he thought, that this was a mission – that they had a job to do – and anything else going on inside her head was just pure fantasy, and she should quit it right now. The trouble was, he didn’t have the heart to do that. How could he do that to a woman that loved him even though he was a walking corpse.

If you loved her, you would.

Christ, he hoped they could clear this business up fast.

The doorbell went.

They looked at each other. They had agreed that Jack and the others should stay away while Owen and Toshiko got settled in at SkyPoint. No one else knew they were there.

‘Maybe it’s the milkman come to sign us up,’ Owen theorised with a frown. He headed for the door. ‘What do you like on your cornflakes in a morning?’

He opened the door to a tall woman with cascading blonde hair in a white dress. If she’d had wings coming off her shoulder blades, he’d have believed in angels. Beside her stood an economy copy. Same golden hair, same finely sculpted cheekbones, same blue-green eyes. Just in jeans and a T-shirt with a kitten face on it.

The little girl smiled up at Owen. ‘Hello, I’m Alison. What’s your name?’

Kids were about as alien as it got for Owen. Some guys couldn’t talk to women. He never had a problem there. But kids…

The mother spoke before he had to. ‘I’m Wendy, this is Alison. Sorry, my daughter always likes to get in first.’

‘What did you do to your hand?’

Alison had noticed Owen’s bandaged fingers.

‘I had an accident,’ he told her.

Behind him, he felt Toshiko come to the door. He felt her hand slip around his waist, the way a wife might squeeze her husband’s waist when she found him at the door talking to a cute blonde stranger.

‘Hello?’ she smiled.

‘Wendy Lloyd. This is my daughter Alison. We live just there,’ she said, indicating the half-open door across the passageway. Number forty-four.

‘Just wanted to welcome you to the block.’

Toshiko leaned forward to shake Wendy’s hand. ‘Toshiko,’ she said. ‘And Owen.’

‘Hi,’ said Owen.

Toshiko looked down at the little girl and tugged playfully on her kitten-face T-shirt. ‘I like your kitty cat.’

‘Mummy says I can have a real one when I’m six.’

‘And how old are you now?’ Toshiko asked.

‘Five and three-quarters.’

‘Not long to wait then,’ said Toshiko.

See, thought Owen, that’s what he couldn’t do – find something to talk about with kids. Largely because all you could talk to them about was kitty cats and puppy dogs and dolls and toy cars. And, quite frankly, he didn’t give a shit.

Toshiko straightened up and asked Wendy if she and Alison wanted to come in. Owen, she said, had just put some coffee on. Maybe Wendy caught the look of horror that flashed across Owen’s face.

‘No, it’s all right, you’re probably up to your necks in packing cases. I know what it’s like on moving-in day. But if you want, why not come over later for dinner? You’ll probably be too tired to cook, and we’re just sending out for an Indian. You can meet my husband, and I can bring you up to speed on all the SkyPoint gossip.’

Owen was forming a polite decline when Toshiko said they would love to.

Wendy’s smile shone, and Owen had another vision of angels.

‘Wonderful,’ she said. ‘Come round about seven and we’ll dig out the take-away menu.’

‘See you then,’ said Toshiko.

And Wendy led Alison away by the hand. The little girl was still watching them as Wendy closed the door of their apartment behind them.

Toshiko slipped back through their door. ‘At least the neighbours seem nice.’

Owen followed her back into the apartment and kicked the door shut with his heel. The Dave Brubeck Quartet had moved on to ‘Cassandra’. Maybe that would have chilled out his mum and dad, but right now it didn’t do anything for him.

‘What are you playing at, Tosh?’

She looked back at him, genuinely puzzled. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Going around the neighbours for dinner. Look, this isn’t for real, you know. Whatever’s going on inside your head, Tosh, this isn’t us living happily ever after. I’m here to find out what’s making people disappear around here, not to fulfil some warped fantasy of yours.’

Toshiko’s eyes burned with a moist rage. ‘Is that what you think?’

‘Oh, come on, Tosh. This is your dream come true.’

‘Actually, Owen, no it isn’t! This is nothing like my dream come true!’

She couldn’t look at him any more. She crossed to the window, stared out across the water and wished she could throw herself into it.

Owen stood still, watching her. He could see her trembling with pent-up rage. He felt like an idiot. How the hell could this be anyone’s idea of a dream come true – pretending you were married
to a bloody corpse!

Still staring out of the window, determined to keep at least some control of her emotions, Toshiko said, ‘I know what we’re doing here, Owen. It’s my job, too. And that’s all I’ve got, my job.

‘But the instruments have drawn a blank. There’s not the first sign of Rift activity. And that means the only way we’re going to find anything out is from the people that live here. I’m sorry if that means we have to make it look like we love each other, but believe me, Owen, that is no dream-come-true for me. It doesn’t even come close.’

Owen stood at the window and looked out over the Bay with her. He wanted to touch her, wanted to tell her that he was a prick, and that he was sorry. But he thought she would tell him to shove it, and he didn’t blame her.

Instead he said, ‘I suppose we should count that as our first marital.’

TEN

Toshiko didn’t want Owen to think a joke was going to get him off the hook just like that.

With barely a word she had gone into the bedroom and grabbed the messenger bag that carried her equipment then told him she was going to take a look around as she went through the front door.

‘I’m getting on with the job,’ she said as the door closed.

It didn’t hit her until she got into the elevator that she was following the ritual of domestic politics she had grown up watching her mother employ on her dad.

Never let a man know you’ve accepted his apology. Let him sweat a little more first.

Her mother had never actually tutored her in the fine art of male-female power games, but it was the sort of thing she would have said. And the young Toshiko had seen her employ the gambit so many times, she had come to understand its mechanics the way a lion cub learns to hunt.

The longer you leave it, the more opportunity he has to buy you something nice.

Toshiko rode the elevator down to the basement. As long as she was playing sexual politics with Owen, she might as well get on with what she had told him she was doing, she thought. When she and Jack had snuck into SkyPoint before, she had been unable to pick up any Rift activity, but she had been wondering if it was possible that the building itself was somehow masking the energies that would normally mark its presence. She didn’t have the first idea how that could be the case, but she figured that the best place to look for a clear trace was at the building’s foundation.

So, the basement.

It wasn’t part of the regular itinerary for residents using the elevator – access to the basement was through a button with a key that Toshiko guessed would be carried by the building’s maintenance people. But it was going to be a pretty special key that stopped Toshiko Sato going where she wanted.

A few seconds later, the elevator doors opened in the SkyPoint basement.

She had pulled up the SkyPoint blueprints in the Hub before Jack and she had made that first visit. She now had them on the screen of her hand-held computer. The basement was below SkyPoint’s underground car park, and that put her now at twelve metres below the surface. She shivered. It was cold down here. Nothing all that strange about that, she thought, and the Rift didn’t work like so-called psychic activity – supposedly haunted locations were said universally to register markedly lower than ambient temperatures; Toshiko’s research had in fact shown that Rift activity often created a slight increase in temperature. Scientifically that made sense: the power involved in tearing a passageway between dimensions would inevitably create an energy fallout that would most easily be manifest as a brief temperature boost. It was basic physics. That was why Toshiko didn’t believe in ghosts. Even if there were ghosts, they couldn’t hurt you – the things that came through the Cardiff Rift were something else, altogether.