Genius Squad (49 page)

So he began to hurl himself against the curved wall in front of him, conscious that the space it encompassed was becoming very stuffy.

‘
I’m in here! Let me out!
’ he bawled.

Sonja knew where he was. But Sonja couldn’t talk – not without her Dynavox. Prosper also knew where he was, but Prosper might have escaped.

Oh God
, though Cadel.
Oh God, oh God, what if everyone goes away and leaves me?

At the top of his voice, he bellowed, ‘
I’M IN HERE!
’ Whereupon the plane juddered.

He could feel it through the palms of his hands. A kind of lurch, as if someone was climbing on board.

‘Hel-hello?’ he squeaked.

And he received an answer. It was faint and distorted, but it was still an answer.

‘Hello? Who is that? Where are you?’

The accent was Canadian.

FORTY-THREE

‘
Saul!
’ Cadel hammered on the hatch. ‘
In here! It’s me!
’

The hatch was yanked open. Light flooded into the compartment, momentarily blinding him. He shielded his eyes.

‘Oh, my God,’ Saul croaked.

Two hands seized Cadel, one on each arm. He was pulled through the hatchway. Next thing he knew, he was nose to nose with a crouching Saul Greeniaus.

The detective’s eyes were red. He was pasty, unshaven and rumpled.

He wore a stained white t-shirt.

‘Are you all right?’ he demanded, his voice raw with emotion.

Cadel couldn’t speak. Instead, he nodded.

‘You’re not hurt?’ Saul seemed to need reassurance. ‘He didn’t hurt you?’

Cadel shook his head. A lump in his throat prevented him from speaking.

‘Thank Christ.’ Lunging forward, the detective hugged him. ‘Thank
Christ
.’

Saul’s grimy t-shirt smelled of shoe polish, or something similar; Cadel realised that the garment must once have been used as a cleaning rag, and had probably been picked up at Clearview House. Chances were good that Saul hadn’t stopped to change or eat or do one single thing for himself since waking up on the floor of that store cupboard.

Cadel didn’t want to let him go.

‘I found Sonja. She’s fine. She’s in my car,’ Saul continued, a little unsteadily. ‘I’m going to get you both out of here. Right now. Is that okay with you?’

Cadel made a huge effort, and forced out a husky ‘
Prosper
. . .’. At which point Saul pulled away.

‘Where
is
Prosper?’ he said, seizing Cadel by the elbows. ‘Did
he
shut you up in here?’

Cadel’s heart sank. He closed his eyes briefly.

Oh no
, he thought. And aloud he croaked, ‘You mean you didn’t get him?’

‘No.’ The detective sounded enormously tired. ‘Why? Was he here with you?’

‘He – he . . .’ Cadel had to stop for a moment. He swallowed, and licked his dry lips, before continuing. ‘He heard a car. I think it was yours.’ Seeing the detective frown, Cadel nodded towards the rear of the hangar. ‘There’s a back door. If you didn’t see him, he must have gone out that way.’

Saul’s whole body sagged. His head drooped. But he didn’t let go of Cadel.

He seemed to be thinking.

‘What about the other two?’ Cadel asked, in a bloodless voice. Saul immediately raised his head again.

‘You don’t have to worry about them,’ he replied. ‘We got both of them – whoever they are.’

‘You did?’ Cadel was astonished. ‘Even Alias?’

‘Alias?’

‘The one disguised as the airstrip manager.’ As Saul blinked, Cadel added, ‘I told you about him. He used to teach me at the Axis Institute – ’ ‘You mean we have
Dean Tucker
out there?’ Saul exclaimed.

‘Who?’

‘Dean Tucker! That guy! The disguise expert!’ Saul’s grip tightened. ‘Are you sure? Really sure?’

‘I – I guess so.’ Confused, Cadel tried to recall some of Alias’s false identities. ‘Though I’ve never heard him called Dean Tucker before – ’

‘That’s his real name.’ Saul sat back on his heels, craning around to peer through a window. ‘I don’t believe it,’ he said. ‘Dean Tucker. We got
Dean Tucker
.’

‘How?’ Cadel urgently needed to know. It was clear that events hadn’t unfolded according to his predictions. And he was anxious to discover why. ‘How did you get him? What happened? Didn’t he try to fool you?’

‘Oh, yeah.’ Without releasing Cadel, Saul began to shuffle backwards out of the cabin, shoulders bowed, knees bent. ‘And he almost succeeded.’

‘So what did he do wrong?’ Cadel inquired, matching the detective’s pace. ‘What happened?’

Saul reached the cabin door and halted there, hunkering down to check that the coast was clear. Then, upon catching sight of Cadel’s face, he heaved a sigh and continued.

‘Tucker said he was Eric Rowley. Told us he hadn’t seen anyone else this morning. I asked him to go, for his own protection. And he got into that white car.’ One side of the detective’s mouth lifted. ‘Then I saw him adjust the driver’s seat.’

‘Oh.’ Cadel understood. If no one else had been at the airstrip, why would Eric have needed to adjust the driver’s seat in his own car?

It seemed that Prosper had been wrong about Saul Greeniaus.

Saul wasn’t a fool, after all.

‘That’s when I told him to put his hands up,’ Saul went on. ‘We were lucky. The other guy could have fired on us, at that point, but he was halfway out a window, and we caught him in the act. One warning shot was all it took. If we hadn’t been on the alert, we might have missed him.’ Saul jumped down from the plane, landing lightly on the floor of the hangar. ‘
Sergeant Cope!
’ he cried. ‘
Over here!
’ And he reached back to help Cadel.

‘So no one was hurt?’ Cadel demanded, fumbling his own jump slightly.

‘No one was hurt.’

‘Did – did Fiona pass on my message?’

Saul’s arm encircled Cadel’s shoulders. ‘Do you think I’d be here if she hadn’t?’ he said, before turning to confront the owner of the heavy boots galloping towards them.

These boots belonged to a very large, uniformed policeman.

‘Is that him?’ the policeman panted. ‘Or is it a her?’

‘It’s him, underneath all the make-up.’ In his oversized t-shirt, Saul looked rather fragile next to the big and beefy Sergeant Cope. ‘But we just missed Prosper English.’

‘Bloody hell.’

‘He’s out there, somewhere.’ Saul pointed at the little door behind the aeroplane. ‘He must have taken off – when? About ten minutes ago?’ With a raised eyebrow, he sought confirmation from Cadel.

‘Something like that,’ Cadel agreed. (Though he couldn’t be sure, because he didn’t have his watch.)

‘So he can’t have got far,’ Sergeant Cope speculated.

‘No,’ Saul agreed.

‘Then we’d better start searching.’ Plucking his two-way radio from his belt, Sergeant Cope began to retrace his steps. But he froze when Cadel blurted out, ‘Be careful. He’s armed.’

‘Who?’ The sergeant turned back. ‘You mean English?’

‘He’s got a gun,’ said Cadel, and Saul observed, ‘It’s probably my gun.’ As his audience gaped at him, Saul could only offer up a bitter and humourless smile. ‘Prosper English took my gun,’ he admitted, in a tone suggesting that he wasn’t about to defend himself against charges of unacceptable negligence.

Sergeant Cope looked embarrassed. Cadel, however, was reviewing the night’s events. As far as he could recall, Alias had been wearing Saul’s shoulder holster at Clearview House – and in the car afterwards. The holster had been quickly abandoned, but not the gun extracted from it, which had been placed in the glove-box of the four-wheel drive.

The four-wheel drive used by Vadi.

‘No. It wasn’t yours,’ Cadel told Saul. ‘Prosper always had his own gun. He gave yours to Vadi – that guy in the yellow shirt. Vadi has it.’

Saul glanced at Sergeant Cope, who said, ‘Not any more, he doesn’t. We disarmed him.’

‘Where’s the gun?’ Saul wanted to know.

‘With Cam.’ Sergeant Cope started to move again. ‘Didn’t you see him take it? You must have been heading over here, at the time.’ And he barked a call sign into his two-way radio.

Saul followed the sergeant, taking Cadel with him. Outside, the sun was dazzling. It was a moment before Cadel could see, because his eyes still hadn’t adjusted fully to daylight after his long spell in the baggage compartment.

‘Which one’s your car?’ he asked, squinting across a wide expanse of concrete towards the office. A police car was parked beside Eric’s station wagon; an unmarked, bronze-coloured sedan stood nearby, partially blocking the road out. All of these vehicles appeared to be empty, however. Though one uniformed officer was stationed next to the police car, most of his colleagues were clustered around Vadi and Alias, who were sitting on the front steps of the office, wearing handcuffs.

‘My car’s just over there.’ Saul indicated a silvery four-wheel drive that had been positioned behind him, close to the hangar. ‘Sonja’s safe inside it, don’t worry. I gave her a drink.’

‘Where’s Eric?’ asked Cadel.

‘In the bathroom. Throwing up.’

By this time the four policemen in front of the office had swung around to face Sergeant Cope, who was jogging heavily towards them. Though Cadel assumed that these four men were police officers, only one wore a uniform. The others possessed a kind of dense, serious, no-nonsense quality which he recognised from countless surveillance teams.

Saul moved to join the group.

‘I just want to get my gun,’ he informed Cadel, in a low voice. ‘I shouldn’t leave here unarmed – not if Prosper’s hanging about.’

‘Where are we going?’ Cadel queried. And Saul fixed him with an enigmatic look.

‘I don’t know,’ the detective replied. ‘Somewhere that’s not Clearview House, is what I’d recommend.’

Cadel flushed. He would have liked to speak – to apologise, perhaps – except that he couldn’t find the words. In any case, Saul had already focused his attention on Sergeant Cope, who was waving his arms around as he stressed the need for defensive measures. Prosper English was known to be in the vicinity of the airstrip, Sergeant Cope explained. The suspect was armed and dangerous, but was apparently proceeding on foot. For that reason, he might try to hijack a car.

‘Or a plane,’ Saul interjected. ‘We can’t leave this airport unsecured, or he might come back.’ Before anyone could comment, he addressed the youngest uniformed policeman. ‘You’re Cam, aren’t you? I’m told you have my gun.’

Startled, Cam threw a questioning glance at Sergeant Cope, who shook his head.

‘I dunno, mate. That gun was in the possession of a fugitive,’ the sergeant demurred, gesturing at Vadi, who sat staring straight ahead, his face utterly impassive. ‘I dunno if we should let it go. Not right now. Not until it’s processed.’

‘For Chrissake, Ian, give him his gun,’ another policeman objected.

‘It’s evidence,’ said the sergeant.

‘It’s
protection
,’ said one of the plain-clothes officers.

‘It’s all right.’ Saul raised a hand. ‘I just thought I’d ask.’

‘Aren’t you taking those kids?’ Sergeant Cope inquired, making a half-hearted attempt to reassure his unarmed colleague. ‘You won’t need a gun if you’re getting them outta here. I mean – I wouldn’t advise that you
slow down
for anyone, but other than that – ’

‘Yeah, I know. You’re right.’ Saul spoke abruptly, as if the whole subject was distasteful to him. ‘Where are the others? On their way?’

‘Yup.’

‘Then wait for them. Just to be on the safe side. Don’t split up, for God’s sake, because you’re gonna need all the help you can get, if you’re taking on Prosper English.’

And Saul turned on his heel, walking away with his arm draped around Cadel’s shoulders. One of the plain-clothes officers called after them, not unsympathetically, ‘If he tries to shoot you, Saul, just drive straight over the bastard!’ But Saul didn’t acknowledge this jocular advice.

‘What’s wrong?’ Cadel asked, with some apprehension. He eyed the detective’s rigid profile. ‘Are you mad about something?’

‘They think I screwed up,’ Saul rejoined. His tone was flat. ‘Which I did, of course. Letting that arsehole jump me. No wonder they won’t give my gun back. I already lost it once.’

‘That wasn’t your fault!’ Cadel hated to see Saul’s dejected look, because he felt responsible for it. ‘Alias is a master of disguise – he’d fool
anyone
! And he didn’t fool you the second time!’

‘No,’ Saul conceded, relinquishing his grip on Cadel in order to drag out his car keys. ‘But Prosper’s no expert, and he fooled me, too.’

‘Only because you weren’t expecting him! You didn’t think he knew where I lived!’

‘That’s right. I didn’t.’ Saul stopped beside the four-wheel drive. ‘I guess I wasn’t fully informed.’

Saul’s words were carefully chosen. They hit Cadel with as powerful an impact as the detective’s heavy, reproachful gaze. Cadel blanched. The long-dreaded moment had finally arrived.

And he wasn’t ready for it.

‘You mean – are you talking about . . .’ He took a deep breath. ‘Genius Squad?’ he bleated.

There was a pause. Cadel was conscious of Sonja squeaking and twitching in the back seat of Saul’s car, but couldn’t drag his eyes away from the detective, whose expression he was trying to decipher.

‘Is that what you call it? Genius Squad?’ Saul finally said. ‘I have to admit, I’m still in the dark. There are people in Sydney who’ve been interviewing your Clearview House friends ever since Judith Bashford spilled the beans. But I don’t really know what’s going on. I’ve been too busy to find out.’ He heaved a sigh. ‘All I know is that I look like a goddamn fool.’

‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!’ Cadel was frantic. He couldn’t bear the thought of Saul’s disapproval. ‘I’ll tell you everything! I’ve been wanting to all along, I swear! I
hated
lying to you!’

‘Why did you, then?’

‘Because . . . because . . .’ Hesitating, Cadel glanced through the open car window beside him. Sonja seemed to be in a highly emotional state; she was whimpering and grunting, her fingers splayed, her back arched. ‘Because there was nowhere else for us to go,’ he said at last, hopelessly.