The Mayan Codex (38 page)

Abi left it until well after Veracruz to put his plan into action. The trio were approaching Lake Catemaco on the coast road when he told Dakini to dish the baseball cap and sunglasses, and make her presence felt. Athame, Nawal, and Aldinach – who had chosen to join the other de Bale women as a female for the duration – were hunched down out of sight in the well of the people carrier.

Lamia was driving the Cherokee, with Sabir asleep on the back seat. Calque was reading a book.

Lamia lurched upright. Then she poked Calque in the ribs with her elbow. ‘I knew it. It
was
Dakini I saw back in Houston. I’ve just seen her again. With a different car this time.’

Calque threw the book aside. ‘Where?’

‘She was pulled over in the Pemex station getting fuel. That one. Back there.’

‘Was she alone?’

‘Looked like it. But it was a very big car for just one person.’

‘Are you sure it was her?’

‘Don’t you think I know my own sister?’

‘Step on the gas then. We’ve still got a chance of losing her. She can’t leave without paying and giving the guy his tip.’

Lamia threw the Cherokee into the first serious curve she’d encountered since the service station. ‘I knew we should have taken the
cuota
road out of Veracruz. There’s only one way out of here. They’ll simply be waiting for us at the junction at Acayucán.’

‘Give me the map.’

‘Sabir’s got it.’

Calque stretched over to the rear seat and prodded Sabir’s leg.

Sabir cracked open an eye. ‘What is it? Why are you waking me up? And why is Lamia driving like a maniac?’

‘We have company.’

Sabir jack-knifed into a sitting position. ‘Where?’

‘Back at the Pemex station. They were still tanking up. With a bit of luck, we’ll have a couple of kilometres head start on them.’

‘Forget it. They’ll simply wait for us at Acayucán.’

‘That’s just what Lamia said. But I remember a smaller road on the map. A dirt road that runs through the mountains towards Jaltipan. If we get to the turn-off before they see us, we’ll have a fair chance of giving them the slip. They’ll never expect us to do such a stupid thing as that.’

‘Stupid. Yes. You said it, Calque, not me.’ Sabir blitzed a look at the map and then passed it across the seats. ‘You’re right about the dirt road, though. But I don’t like it. It’s no more than a farm track, really – they even show it as a fractured orange line on the map, and that’s never a good thing.’ He glanced at the empty road behind them. ‘If the Corpus see us taking it, man, we’ll be sitting ducks.’

‘So what’s the difference? We’re sitting ducks already.’

‘That’s it. They took the dirt road, just as you expected.’

Abi clapped his hands together. ‘They’ll have tremendous fun going over the Cerro Santa Marta.
From sea level to 1879 metres in just under twenty kilometres. On a road that isn’t paved. With drops either side you wouldn’t even want to throw your grandmother over.’

‘Shall we follow them?’

‘What’s the point? They’ll pop out again in three or four hours’ time in Jaltipan. Gasping for breath, probably. We can pick them up with the tracker there, no problem. That’s if they don’t break their necks thinking we’re following them. I love doing things like this.’

‘Like what?’

‘Unexpected things. What the Americans call coming in from left base.’

‘Like what you did with the railway inspector and his wife? Downloading the child pornography?’

‘Exactly. It makes me sick coming at things straight on. There’s always another way – a roundabout way – to achieve the same end.’

‘Tell me another one you did, Abi.’

Abi relaxed back onto the passenger seat. ‘Okay. Seeing as we unexpectedly have a few extra hours to waste.’ He pretended to be thinking. In fact he’d been rehearsing the story he was going to tell Vau for the past fifteen minutes. Telling stories was the only way you could ever teach Vau anything – he was like a child that way. ‘You remember that bastard de la Maigrerit de Gavillane?’

‘The one who insulted Madame, our mother, over the table placement while I was in hospital with a torn meniscus?’

‘Yes. Him. Because she was a widow, and because she had come without an escort to a formal dinner, he placed her below those upstarts with the Napoleonic title. The Prince and Princesse de …’ Abi shrugged. ‘They’re so insignificant, I can’t even remember their names.’

‘It doesn’t matter, Abi. Tell me about de Gavillane.’

‘He knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard – his father, and Monsieur, our father, had fallen out during the war over the Nazi question. You know how the Count felt about Hitler. Well, the de Gavillanes were enthusiastic fellow travellers to the Third Reich. After the war they hushed it all up, of course, and made out that they were Resistance heroes, but nobody believed them. The de Gavillane name even appeared on denouncements secretly given to high-up Nazi Party members and to the Milice – all the denouncements concerned people who just happened to own land abutting the de Gavillane’s country estate. By the end of the war, they had a 10,000-hectare park around their chateau. People don’t forget that sort of thing.’

‘What do you mean “people”?’

‘I mean we weren’t the only ones who wanted de Gavillane punished.’

‘You mean these other people paid you?’

‘Why would I need paying, Vau? I have more than enough money as it is. No. They simply made it easier for me to do what I had to do. Told me de Gavillane’s habits. What clubs he belonged to. Where he hung out. I finally narrowed it down to his health club, or the Turf. But the Turf is too public. His health club was better. I watched de Gavillane without his noticing it. People have habits, you see. And de Gavillane had one particular habit that amused me no end. He hated people leaving their plastic cups of water in the sauna. Whenever he went in he would throw the water onto the stone furnace, and then dispose of the plastic cups in the bin outside. Made no end of a song and a dance about it to the staff.’

‘I don’t understand, Abi. Why is that interesting? Why were you amused by that?’

‘Because it was a tic. And tics make people vulnerable.’

‘Vulnerable? Vulnerable to what?’

‘I left three full cups in there one day. Just before he came in.’

‘Yes. And so?’

‘I filled them with vodka, Vau. Pure vodka. Bulgarian Balkan 176 degrees proof – 88 per cent alcohol. Clear as a mountain stream. When de Gavillane threw them onto the furnace he started a fireball in the narrow space of the sauna cubicle you wouldn’t believe. Fourth-degree burns. The man came out looking like a peeled tomato. Blind. No ears, lips, or eyelids. His penis stripped like a papaya. He’s still in hospital more than fifty operations later. The man is so seized up with scar tissue that he can’t even scratch his own arse any more. That’s what I mean by coming at a thing from the side, Vau.’

‘It’s perfect, Abi. And no one can hold you responsible.’

‘The man did it all by himself. Any evidence got burned in the great flame-up. The club talked about nothing else for weeks. A lot of people had been pissed off by de Gavillane’s high-handed behaviour. Funny how someone else’s bad luck cheers people up.’

‘Why are you telling me this, Abi? You usually have a reason.’

Abi inclined his head. ‘Well you’re certainly on the button today, little brother. What I wanted to get over to you is that Madame, our mother, sometimes needs protecting from herself. She’s an old lady now. She’s not as with it as she used to be. If I sometimes seem to go against what she tells us, Vau, you mustn’t be surprised.’

‘Like in the case of de Gavillane?’

‘Exactly. She knew nothing about that. But when she heard what had happened to him, she was extremely pleased. She never asked me if I did it, but we both know she knew.’

‘She must have been really proud of you, Abi.’ Vau took a deep breath. ‘I wonder what that feels like?’

Abi punched his brother on the shoulder. ‘Don’t worry, Vau. You’ll know soon enough.’

‘Looks like we lost them again.’ Sabir glanced down at the map. ‘We’ve got to decide fast. Do we want to take the coast road to Villahermosa, or do we risk the
cuota
? Put some more distance between us?’

‘What we do is stop this car right now and check for a tracker.’

‘Oh, come on, Calque. They haven’t been following us with any tracker. They just worked out which direction we were headed in, and spread out like a seine net to trap us. Lamia says that if Dakini’s here, all eleven of them are probably here by now. So they’ve more than enough manpower to do the job. Dakini just happened to luck into seeing us at Catemaco. They probably had her patrolling the coast road while the rest of them watched the
cuota
.’

‘I still think we should look for a tracker. Achor Bale used one on you and your friends during that trip you took down through France. So did we amateurs at the Police Nationale. The Corpus have doubtless all been trained in their use.’ He glanced at Lamia, but she contrived to ignore his leading question.

Instead, she pulled the car over into a Pemex station, edging it around behind the shop so it wouldn’t be visible
from the highway. ‘I need to wash and tidy up. I’ve just been driving for three straight hours over a cattle trail, through a mountain range, with my own family chasing after me, and I’m tired, and I’m irritable, and I probably smell. You both certainly do. If you men want to look for trackers, be my guest. But I’d appreciate it if you washed and changed into fresh clothes afterwards.’ She got out of the car, grabbed her overnight bag, and disappeared into the restroom.

Sabir flapped his hand. ‘Women. It’s probably her time of the month.’

Calque gave him a look.

Sabir caught the look but chose to ignore it. It irritated the hell out of him when Calque grabbed the moral high ground for himself. ‘Come on then, Chief Inspector. Stop all your horse-arsing around. Let’s get this over and done with.’

Calque groaned, and slid out of the passenger seat. ‘I’ll take the rear. It’ll most probably be in there. You take the front.’

‘You seriously think they broke into the car and planted a tracking device? And we didn’t notice or hear anything?’

Calque straightened up from a stretch. ‘Didn’t it ever occur to you that they allowed us to get away just a little too easily, back there in Carlisle? And that they picked us up again, two and a half thousand miles later, just a little too easily too?’

‘With eleven of them potentially following us, according to Lamia’s calculations? No. That wasn’t the first thing that occurred to me.’

Calque threw open the back hatch and began to feel his way around. Sabir did the same in front.

After fifteen minutes, Lamia came back, holding a takeaway cup of coffee. She perched on the walkway watching them. ‘Any joy?’

Sabir straightened up. ‘There’s no tracker in here. If they hid it, they hid it beneath the actual fabric of the car, and we’ll never get to it like this.’

Calque shook his head. ‘No. They had neither the time nor the facility to do that.’

‘Then how about underneath?’