White Death (24 page)

Tally looked at him with an indulgent smile. ‘If you say so,’ she said. ‘I don’t know about you but I think I’ve had enough of cold reality for one week. I think we should make good our escape from it by drinking far more than the BMA would recommend and end up behaving in an absolutely outrageous and wanton manner, finishing up in a scenario featuring my bed with my backside bouncing off it … like there was no tomorrow.’

Steven broke into a huge smile. ‘Talk about good ideas …’ he said, slipping his hand slowly under Tally’s sweater. ‘But let’s not rush things …’ He pushed Tally’s bra up and sought out her right nipple with his tongue.

‘If you … say so,’ murmured Tally appreciatively.

‘Oh, I do,’ said Steven. ‘I have a feeling this is going to take … ages.’ He moved his attentions to Tally’s left breast while continuing to circle her right nipple with the side of his thumb.

‘Oh, that is gorgeous …’

Steven saw that Tally had her eyes closed but the smile on her lips spoke volumes. He continued his adoration of her breasts while he loosened her jeans and eased them off: Tally assisted by raising her bottom, letting Steven’s right hand roam freely over her buttocks and between her thighs, taking direction from the sighs and groans he was provoking.

‘You’re all wet …’ he whispered as he slipped his hand into her panties while moving his mouth down over her stomach and tracing a line with his tongue. ‘Deliciously wet …’

‘And you are all hard,’ groaned Tally, reaching down to free what was pressing for release from Steven’s trousers.

‘Time to see if your mattress will take it …?’

‘Absolutely,’ gasped Tally.

‘The sun’s shining,’ whispered Steven in Tally’s ear. She responded by turning away and pulling the covers up.

‘It’s a beautiful day.’

‘It’s Sunday,’ complained Tally. ‘Have you no heart?’

‘No … I think I’ve lost it to a beautiful lady,’ whispered Steven as he kissed Tally’s neck gently.

‘Mmm … You’re a heartless monster …’ she murmured but a smile had settled on her lips. ‘How is a girl to get her beauty sleep …?’

‘She doesn’t need it. She’s already gorgeous.’

‘Too much,’ giggled Tally. ‘What is it you’re after, Dunbar? As if I didn’t know …’

Steven smiled broadly. ‘Well, that too,’ he agreed. ‘But I thought we might have the perfect Sunday. We’ll have a walk in the sunshine, find some place that’ll serve us Bloody Marys while we read the papers and then have a long, self-indulgent lunch … before we come back and watch the football on TV.’

Tally’s eyes shot open. ‘What?’ she exclaimed.

‘Just joking,’ smiled Steven. ‘But I got your attention.’

‘Monster, monster, monster,’ complained Tally as she rained mock blows on Steven’s chest. ‘What am I going to do with you?’

‘Well, first …’ murmured Steven. ‘I thought you might …’

Tally had a fit of the giggles. ‘You are impossible,’ she said but she gave in.

Tally, dressed in jeans and a soft leather blouson over a white T-shirt, slipped her keys into her handbag and gave the flat door a final check before saying to Steven, ‘You know, I don’t think I’ve ever had a Bloody Mary before.’

‘It’ll give you an appetite,’ said Steven, slipping his arm round her shoulders. ‘But I’m depending on you to suggest a nice place?’

‘My sister keeps talking about a place called the Riverside Tavern, out by Marley Wood. We could try that?’

‘Excellent.’

They stepped outside into the sunshine and paused for a moment to enjoy its warmth on their faces. ‘Mmm,’ said Tally. ‘This is how weekends should be.’ She looked up at Steven who smiled and hugged her closer.

‘No argument there.’

‘Let’s go in my car,’ said Tally. ‘Then I won’t have to shout directions at you.’

Steven rested his arm on the roof of Tally’s Renault Clio while she got her keys out. He was about to say something about women and handbags when he felt a sudden pain in the back of his left thigh as if he’d been stung by a wasp. He clutched at it and turned to see a male figure who had been walking towards them turn on his heel and run off.

‘What the …’ he gasped as his senses started to reel and he felt his knees become weak.

‘Steven!’ Tally cried out in alarm as she ran round to the passenger side to find him slumping to the ground. ‘What’s happened?’

Steven was fighting a losing battle but he pulled out the thing that was sticking in the back of his leg. It was a small dart – the kind that could be fired from an air pistol. He matched this up with his observation of the man who had taken to his heels. Something about his suit said that he wasn’t English … he was east European, maybe Russian. ‘Sweet Jesus,’ he murmured as he realised that he had been wrong about the two Russians who had driven him off the road. It hadn’t been a case of mistaken identity at all. It had been him they’d been after all along.

Steven looked at the dart through blurred vision as consciousness threatened to leave him. ‘Ricin …’ he murmured. ‘Ricin … There’s no antidote. I’m so sorry.’

Tally, her eyes wide with horror, saw the dart fall from Steven’s hand and did her best to cushion his head as he slumped unconscious to the pavement. She put him in the recovery position and snatched her mobile phone from her bag to dial three nines. With her fingers resting lightly on the carotid pulse in Steven’s neck and feeling a mixture of shock and anguish, she brought out a pair of tweezers from her bag and picked up the dart from the pavement.

‘Welcome back,’ said the voice as Steven blinked at the whiteness of the ceiling and started to take in his surroundings. He tried to focus on the figure in white who had spoken but everything was just too bright.

‘Before you ask, you’re in hospital: it’s ten thirty on Tuesday morning and you are a very lucky man.’

‘Tuesday?’ murmured Steven, suddenly realising that he had lost a couple of days of his life. ‘Tally … must see Tally.’

‘I take it you mean Dr Simmons? She asked to be kept informed when you woke up. I’ll give her a call in a moment,’ said the nurse. ‘Mind you, she’ll have to fight her way through the heavies on the door. I thought it had to be Brad Pitt or George Clooney lying helpless in here when I came on duty last night.’

‘Sorry,’ said Steven with an attempt at a smile.

‘Oh, I don’t know …’ said the nurse with a grin as she left the room.

Steven had barely a moment to rest his head on the pillow and think back to Sunday before a middle-aged man in a suit came into the room and introduced himself as George Lamont, the doctor in charge of his case. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘I thought there was no antidote to ricin,’ said Steven.

‘There isn’t,’ said Lamont. ‘But it wasn’t ricin.’

Steven looked at Lamont, feeling confused and wondering if his recollection of events might be flawed. ‘But the dart …’

‘Was poisoned, but not with ricin,’ interrupted Lamont. ‘And you have Dr Simmons to thank for saving your life. She picked up on the slight smell of almonds coming from the dart when she picked it up to examine it and you can be eternally grateful that she made the right call. The dart delivered cyanide not ricin. She and the paramedics managed to counteract the poison with amyl nitrite when your heart stopped and then we took over.’

‘My God … I assumed …’

‘Everyone remembers the Georgi Markov story,’ said Lamont. ‘Poisoned-tip umbrellas and all that.’

Tally arrived and entered the room, wearing a white coat and with a stethoscope slung round her neck. Lamont smiled and made to leave, saying that he would give them a few minutes together before having to give Steven a thorough examination.

‘I hear I owe you my life,’ said Steven.

‘The very least I could do … after Saturday night,’ smiled Tally. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘Like I’ve got the worst hangover in the world,’ replied Steven. ‘I’m so sorry for exposing you to danger like that. Christ, it could have been you.’

‘You weren’t to know that somebody was going to make an attempt on your life,’ said Tally, sitting on the edge of the bed and smoothing his hair back. ‘But I am curious to know why …’

‘I got it wrong,’ said Steven. ‘I should have known better at the time but I made the wrong call. I believed what I wanted to believe.’

Tally looked puzzled and vaguely uneasy as if she suspected that she was about to hear something she really didn’t want to know. ‘I don’t understand.

Steven told her about the attack on the motorway and the two Russians who had perished in the flames. ‘I thought it was a case of mistaken identity … that they were after the previous owner of the car but that’s what I wanted to believe when it was me they were after all along.’

Tally had gone pale. ‘Steven, you’re scaring me. I know you’re an investigator but I thought … you were sort of like a tax inspector … You might have to ask awkward questions from time to time … But Russians forcing you off the motorway and cyanide darts … This is all getting a bit much for me.’

‘I think that’s what I was afraid of hearing when I went for the mistaken identity conclusion rather than even consider it had been me they’d been after,’ said Steven.

‘What else haven’t you been telling me?’

‘You know everything else,’ said Steven.

Tally looked less than convinced. ‘So where exactly do Russians and poison darts fit into an investigation into British children being given unlicensed vaccines?’

‘I don’t know,’ he confessed.

Tally looked as if she didn’t know whether to believe him or not.

‘I really don’t.’

‘Oh God,’ sighed Tally, putting her hand to her forehead. ‘I knew this was a bad idea …’

‘No,’ said Steven, stretching out to take her hand. ‘It’s a good idea,’ he insisted. ‘When this is over, I promise I will do whatever it takes to make you see that it is, even if it means giving up my job and selling double glazing in Leicester … Just don’t give up on me?’

Tally’s expression softened. ‘You know very well how I feel about you,’ she said. ‘But this …’ Words failed her and she looked everywhere but directly at Steven. ‘I need a bit of time. Dr Lamont wants to examine you and there are a lot of people out there waiting to speak to you. I’ll come back later when I’ve finished my shift.’ She kissed Steven gently on the forehead but left him feeling uneasy in his mind.

NINETEEN

As soon as Lamont had finished examining Steven and given him a clean bill of health, Steven requested that he be allowed to make some telephone calls.

‘Calling Sci-Med?’ asked Lamont.

Steven nodded.

‘I’ve already informed Sir John Macmillan that you’re back in the land of the living. He left instructions when you were admitted that he be kept informed of your progress at all times. I gather he’s the one responsible for the guards on the door. He’ll be expecting your call.’

Steven called Macmillan but spoke first to Jean Roberts who said how worried they had all been. ‘I’m so glad you’re all right. When we heard it was cyanide … well, you know …’

Steven was touched by the note of genuine concern in Jean’s voice. He had to swallow before saying, ‘Thanks, Jean. I was very lucky. I wonder if you’d mind phoning my sister-in-law in Scotland and telling her why I’ve not been in touch. Don’t tell her the whole story, maybe just that I’ve been away on operations and I’ll call as soon as I can? Give her my love and ask her to tell Jenny that Daddy loves her very much. He’ll be in touch as soon as we’ve caught the bad guys.’

‘Will do. John’s had a bit of a job squaring things with the local police and trying to keep the story out of the papers.’

‘But he managed?’ asked Steven anxiously.

‘Yes, after enlisting some pretty heavy assistance from the Home Office.’

‘Good.’

Steven spoke to Macmillan for more than ten minutes, both trying to come up with some explanation for the attacks on his life but in the end failing.

‘It has to have something to do with what I’ve been working on’ insisted Steven. ‘But I can’t see any conceivable Russian connection with the green sticker kids. Can you?’

Macmillan said not. ‘Someone obviously thinks you know more than you do about something,’ he said.

‘Which puts me in a very uncomfortable position.’

‘Especially as they’ll probably try again,’ said Macmillan.

‘I need you to step up protection for Tally,’ said Steven. ‘They might well try to get to me through her.’

‘I did that as soon as I heard what had happened,’ said Macmillan. ‘I think the history of your car and its previous owner lulled us both into thinking it was someone else they were after.’

Steven nodded.

‘How is Dr Simmons taking things?’

‘Pretty much as you’d expect,’ said Steven, the tone of his voice suggesting not well.

‘Well, it’s a bit much for anyone to take on board. Give her time.’

‘I’m hoping that’s what she might give me,’ said Steven ruefully.

‘The sooner this investigation’s concluded the happier we’ll all be,’ said Macmillan.

Steven took the phone from his ear and looked at it in disbelief. He’d just been told to get on with things in ever such a civilised way. He fought the urge to point out to Macmillan that he’d been knocking on death’s door for the past couple of days. Instead, he said, ‘I should be out of here in the morning but one thing …’

‘Yes?’

‘I returned my gun to the armoury when I thought I wouldn’t be needing it. I’d better have it back.’

‘Glock 23, wasn’t it?’

‘Yes.’

‘I’ll have it delivered to the hospital. It’ll be there before you leave in the morning.’

It was a little after six in the evening when Tally came back. She was dressed in her outdoor clothes with a bag slung over her shoulder. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘How are
you
feeling which is more to the point?’ countered Steven. ‘All this must have come as a hell of a shock to you.’

‘Life’s rich pattern, I suppose,’ said Tally with a sigh. ‘But I must say I didn’t plan on being a Bond girl: I’m really not the type. I’m quite happy as a paediatrician.’