Severed

14

'He came to see me twice,' explains Lucas. 'The first time he wanted a Land Registry search done on a property in Bedfordshire. That was back in May. I advertise sometimes in Army News, and he said he'd heard of me from there. I did all the relevant searches, and it turned out that the property belonged to an offshore company based in the Bahamas. He wanted to know the names of the directors. He was pretty adamant about that. Same way he was adamant that I kept things absolutely confidential. He didn't even want to involve Snowy. I got the directors' names – although as far as I could see they were just local Bahamian guys put there to make the paperwork all above board – and gave them to him. He paid me, and that was that.'

'And there was nothing untoward about the company?'

He shakes his head. 'No, didn't seem to be. Nothing that struck me anyway.'

'And the second time?'

'That was a bit weirder. It was about a month ago. He said he wanted me to look into the murder of Maxwell and Spann in Paris.'

'Ferrie mentioned them to me this morning. He reckoned they were murdered by the same person who'd been hired to come after him.'

'That's right. Someone he called the Vampire.' He emphasizes these last two words, pulling a face. 'He wanted me to find out all I could about their deaths. To be honest, I thought he'd been smoking something he shouldn't have. He was really agitated and kept insisting that I was totally discreet in my enquiries, like I was going to shout about it from the rooftops. I didn't really want to get involved, but he was offering money upfront, and I don't turn down ready cash.'

'And what did you find out?'

Lucas tells me pretty much exactly what Ferrie told me this morning. 'The guy Maxwell and Spann were guarding was a Russian mafia type,' he adds. 'He was supposedly something big in oil, but I spoke to the detective in Paris who led the investigation, and he reckoned that the Russian was also heavily involved in people trafficking – you know, bringing young women from the Eastern Bloc into western Europe, and setting them up as prostitutes. But he'd recently fallen out with his associates, and this is where it gets interesting.'

'Go on.'

'Apparently those associates were Yugoslavs. From Bosnia.'

'And did the detective identify them?'

Lucas shakes his head. 'No, and I didn't find out anything about this Vampire Ferrie was talking about either.'

'I still don't understand what all this has got to do with me,' I say, and it's true, I don't. I don't have the faintest idea.

'Neither do I.' Lucas stubs out his cigarette in the car's overflowing ashtray. 'Let's hope our quarry can provide a few answers.'

At that moment, his mobile rings again. It's Snowy. Our targets are on the move.

For the next ten minutes, Snowy gives us a running commentary of their progress as they continue down the City Road, then turn on to Vestry Street and the New North Road, heading away from the financial district towards the eastern edge of Islington. Snowy's hanging back a little now because he thinks they may be doubling back on themselves, which would suggest they're worried about a tail.

By this time, though, we're clogged in Friday-afternoon traffic near the Business Design Centre on Upper Street. There's been an accident up ahead between a four-wheel-drive and a Mazda full of Arabs, and the road's blocked.

I look at my watch. It's just turned five to three, and the sun's beating down out of a near-cloudless sky.

Lucas curses and bangs the palm of his hand on the steering wheel. Cars have already backed up behind us, so there's no way back. We've just got to wait while the four-wheel-drive and the Mazda get out of the way, and at the moment there doesn't appear to be much chance of that happening. The 4x4 is like a tank; even if it mounts the pavement it will be difficult to get past it. The woman driver has her head out of the window and is shouting at the Arabs, who are clustered around the front of their own car, gesticulating wildly. A chorus of horns blasts away, and a guy in a white van jumps out and starts yelling for them all to move. It's a hot day in an overcrowded, smoky city, and tempers are frayed. I wish I was anywhere but here.

'Bravo One's turning right into Mintern Street one hundred metres ahead,' announces Snowy. 'I'm going to keep on going so I don't draw suspicion.'

'Good idea,' says Lucas. 'We're still in west Islington so currently ten minutes behind you.'

Although Lucas has already told me that the tracking device emits a signal that can be tracked remotely via the laptop in Snowy's car, there is a slight problem. If the case goes inside a building, the satellite's view of it will be blocked and the signal lost, which is something I can't afford, because I've got a feeling that once inside, it won't be coming out again, and my best lead'll be lost for ever.

Snowy picks up the Yugoslavs again in a residential back street a few hundred metres further on. 'OK, Bravo One's fifty metres ahead turning right into Orsman Road – now. Traffic's light so I'm running the risk of being compromised. What's your location?'

'We're still ten minutes away,' answers Lucas as the 4x4 finally pulls up onto the pavement and the Arabs cease their gesticulating and park up behind it, easing the bottleneck.

'Once I'm on Kingsland Road, I'm going to allow them to get ahead of me a little. OK?'

'No problem, Snow. We'll be with you as soon as we can. In the meantime, don't take any risks.'

'I won't.' He pauses for a moment before continuing. 'I'm turning into Orsman Road, got visual. Car's pulling up outside a three-storey warehouse building halfway down. Big IC2 male, black hair, getting out.'

'That's him,' I say.

'He's got the case in his hand,' Snowy continues, 'and he's going to the door and speaking into an intercom. I'm going to have to stop talking while I pass.' There's a longer pause – ten, maybe twelve seconds – and by the time he comes back on the line again we've passed the 4x4 and are pulling onto Upper Street. 'I'm now coming up to the junction with Kingsland Road. IC2 male has entered building with the case. There's no number or name on it, but it's behind a fence and has blue-framed windows with mesh over them. Bravo One has now pulled away from the building and is driving behind me. What do you want me to do? Keep with him or wait with the case?'

Lucas doesn't hesitate. 'Keep with the case. We've got the registration on the car so we can always track it later. Pull up somewhere out of sight, preferably where you can get visual on the front of the building, then call me with the location, or if the case goes on the move again. See you in ten.'