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Lovers and Liars

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Lovers and Liars by Sally Beauman

One frosty January morning, an exquisitely dressed, beautiful blonde woman sends four identical parcels to four different -destinations: Paris, New York, Venice and London. But there are mysteries here: the transaction is less innocent than it seems, and the lovely woman is not the person she claims to be.

Photographer Pascal Lamartine receives his package in Paris: it is a woman’s black glove, scented and disturbing. In London, reporter Gini Hunter, daughter of a famous American journalist, opens her parcel to find even more threatening contents. And within hours Gini’s enterprising editor assigns both her and Pascal to the story of a lifetime - a story rich in potential scandal. They must investigate John Hawthorne, the charming, charismatic US Ambassador to Great Britain, and the rumours now circulating about him. If true, then Hawthorne’s golden reputation conceals an ever darker secret.

The rich scion of a famous American Emily, once judged perfect presidential material, John Hawthorne appears to have thrown away his political career to take a diplornattc postin& Why;’ And what is the truth about his wife, List, 2 cekimated beauty, adept at seducing the media? Why should such an apparently devoted wife now be linked to the whisperings agamst him, the sexual slaixters, the rumour campaign? Gini and Pascal find themselves trapped in a mirror-world where all evidence, even tape-recordings, even photographs, is suspect. And they cannot remain distanced, for this %ory toadies their own lives, their brief passionate love affair, which ignited and ended in a. war zone twelve years before. In investigatmg John -Hawthorne, they must also examine their own loyzkies and the secrets of dwir hearts.

Defily woven of crotic’secrets and unfi4* deceptiow that span more than two decades, Lovers and Liars is a story brimming with surprises and suspense. It is a story of love, ambition and murderous desires. From its gripping opening to its shocking conclusion, it is a story no reader will be able to put down.

LOVERS AND LIARS

Also by Sally Beauman Destiny

Dark Angel

SALLY BEAUMAN LQ VERS AND
LIARS

BCA1

LONDON NEW YORK SYDNEY TORONTO

This edition published 1994 by BCA

by arrangement with Transworld Publishers Ltd Copyright Sally Beauman 1994

The right of Sally Beauman to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All of the characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

CN 6359

This book is sold subject to the Standard Conditions of Sale of Net Books and may not be resold in the UK below the net price fixed by the publishers for the book.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

Printed and bound in Australia

by Griffin Paperbacks, Netley, South Australia.

To James; with my love and thanks also to m friends y Carlos, Alexis, Howard, and that great games-player, Mr Mackenzie.

PROLOGUE FOUR PARCELS

THE MAIN London office of ICD - Intercontinental Deliveries - is off St Mary Axe in the City. A century ago, there was a dank overcrowded cluster of houses around the courtyard site. They included a lodging-house for sailors, a brothel and a public house which sold gin at twopence a glass. But that was a century ago, before City land values rose to their present heights: ICD’s head office was now on the fifteenth floor of an elegant temple of steel and glass.

From this office-, true to the company name, five continents were linked. An expanding fleet of planes, trucks, vans and motor cycles ensured that urgent parcels and documents were delivered promptly, by uniformed courier, all over the world.

In the summer of 1993, a new employee was hired to adorn ICD’s recently redecorated reception area. The position was advertised in The Times. The successful candidate was a twinset-and-pearls girl named Susannah. She had a diploma in flower arranging from a Swiss finishing-school, a generous dress allowance from her businessman father and an accent like the finest cut-glass.

Had Susannah’s assets been purely decorative, subsequent events might have turned out very differently. But she proved to be intelligent, a fast efficient worker, with good word-processing skills. More important still Susannah had an excellent memory. Unlike

 

most witnesses, her recall of events was unwavering and sharp. This was to prove important, for it was Susannah, early in

January the following year, who took delivery of the four identical parcels, and Susannah - returning to the office after the extended Christmas and New Year break - who at nine-thirty in the morning took their sender’s odd and crucial first call.

it was a Tuesday morning. It was threatening snow outside, and the City was still quiet. Susannah expected business to be slack. The New Year’s celebrations had fallen on a weekend, so yesterday, a Monday, had been a holiday too. An extra day’s escape from office tedium. Susannah yawned and stretched. She was not complaining; the long weekend had given her an extra morning on the ski-slopes at Gstaad.

She made herself some coffee, greeted a few late arrivals who worked backstage in accounts, arranged the fresh flowers she always had on her desk, and in a desultory way flicked through the pages of December Vogue.

Her mind was still on the ski-slopes, and a certain stockbroker she had met, who took the worst of the black runs with fearless skill. He had been at Eton with her older brothers, and a fellow guest at her chalet. She wondered whether, as promised, he would call her to arrange lunch. When the telephone rang at nine-thirty, she felt a sense of pleased anticipation - but it was not her stockbroker. A woman’s voice. Business, then. Susannah checked her watch, and logged the call.

Most ICD deliveries were requested by female secretaries, so there was nothing unusual about this call initially - except the caller’s voice, which was low-pitched, English, harmonious, with an accent very similar to Susannah’s own. Susannah would have denied fiercely that she was a snob, had anyone ever accused her of such a thing, but she was certainly aware, as is everyone English, of the subtle and tell-tale modulations of accent. She responded at once to the fact that her caller was one of her own peer group - and this was to prove useful. As a witness, and from the first, Susannah was alert.

There was, however, something odd about the caller’s manner. It was exceptionally hesitant, even vague.

‘I wonder/ said the voice, as if this were the most unlikely request to make to a courier company, ‘if you could possibly arrange hand-delivery of four parcelsT

‘Of course,’ Susannah said. ‘The destination of the parcels?’

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‘One must go to Paris/ said the voice, ‘and one to New York-! ‘City or stateT Susannah interrupted.

‘Oh, city. Yes. Manhattan. Then one is within London, and the fourth must go to Venice … ‘ The voice sounded apologetic, doubtful, as if Venice were a village in Tibet, or some Arctic Circle settlement. There was a breathy pause. ‘Will that be possibleT ‘Absolutely. No problem.’

‘How wonderful.’ The voice sounded greatly relieved. ‘How clever. The thing is … the four parcels must be delivered tomorrow morning, without fail.’

Susannah’s manner became a little less warm. She began to suspect that this female caller was putting her on. ‘I can guarantee that/ she replied crisply, ‘providing we take delivery before four this afternoon.’

‘Oh, they’ll definitely be with you this morning.’ ‘Would you like me to arrange a pick-upT

‘Pick-upT There was a hesitation, then a low laugh. ‘No. That won’t be necessary. I’ll bring them over to your office myself. Theyll be with you by eleven … ‘

By now, Susannah found the woman’s approach distinctly odd. Urgency mixed with such vagueness was unusual. The woman sounded spaced-out, or perhaps under some terrible pressure. Susannah began to run down the details on her despatch programme, at which point - or so she would later claim - the woman became evasive.

‘Size of parcelsT Susannah said. ‘I’m sorryT

‘Size. You see, if they’re especially large or heavy, I need to make special arrangements.’

‘Oh, they’re not large.‘The woman sounded reproachful. ‘They’re light. Quite light. Not heavy at all .

‘Contents?’ ‘I don’t understand .

‘We need to attach customs declaration forms for the three going abroad,’ Susannah explained. ‘Because of narcotics regulations, mainly. So I need an indication as to contents.’

‘Oh I see.’ The voice sounded amused. ‘Well, I’m not sending cocaine, and I don’t think I’d use a courier company if I were … Still, I do see the problem. Contents … yes. Could you put “Gifts”T

‘I’d need to be more specific, I’m afraid . ‘Of course. Birthday giftsT

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Susannah set her lips. ‘More specific still. Confectionery. Books. Toys - something like that.’

‘Oh, that’s easy then. Birthday gifts - articles of clothing. Put that, please.’

,on all those going abroadT

‘Yes.’ There was a pleasant laugh. ‘Odd, isn’t it? All my closest friends seem to be Capricorns

Susannah made a face at her computer. She began flashing up details of flights and courier runs. Watching figures and times, she began to run down the remaining queries: address of sender, addresses of recipients, preferred method of billing. The voice interrupted.

‘Oh, that can all be dealt with when I bring the parcels in . ‘Fine. But will you want to pay by cheque or credit card? I can take the details now-!

‘Cash/ the voice interrupted, suddenly firm. ‘I’ll settle the account in cash. When I come in.’

Cash settlement was very unusual; it was at this point that SusannaWs doubts really began. She said, ‘Fine. If I could just take a name and contact number—

11 have to go now/ said the voice. ‘Thank you so much. You’ve been tremendously helpful.’ Then, without further clarification, this odd woman hung up the phone.

Susannah was left feeling irritated. She suspected she had heard the last of this transaction. She did not expect the woman caller to materialize. She did not expect ever to set eyes on these four parcels. A time-waster, she decided. But she was wrong.

At 11 a.m. precisely the lobby doors swung back, and one of the most beautiful women Susannah had ever seen walked into reception. Susannah was at once certain that she must be a model although she did not recognize her. She managed not to stare, but so exquisite was this woman, so perfect and so costly every detail of her dress, that Susannah was transfixed. She was, later,-able to furnish an exact description - as perhaps had been the intention all along.

The woman was at least five feet ten inches tall, and enviably slender. Her hair, cut short, was that compendium of gold and silver achieved only when nature has been aided by an expensive hairdresser. She needed, and wore, no make-up. Her skin was tanned, her eyes sapphire blue, her teeth perfect, and her smile warm.

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Around her wrist, just visible, was a gold Cartier tank watch on peen crocodile strap, which Susannah at once coveted. She was

. g the most beautiful fur coat Susannah had ever seen in her a coat which made Susannah revise all her pious beliefs about . g small furry animals: this coat, full length and luxuriant, sable.

the coat the woman wore Chanel head to foot, On this Beneath

Susannah was later adamant. It was a suit of soft beige tWeed, featured in the very issue of Vogue now on her desk. gusannah could point to the page on which it was modelled, avsdshe could explain that all the accessories were identical too,
ejn the classic impractical two-tone sling-back Chanel shoes, to
*double strand of real matched pearls. There they were around iWamazing woman’s throat - and there they were on the page of the magazine, with a caption detailing their source (Bulgari)

4md,,their cost (a quarter million).

e4,j Under her arm, the woman carried four small parcels of identical bimk and shape, packed in an identical way, but of varying weight. The hand-over was swift. The details were lodged on Susannah’s Wmputer and could later be recalled. This was the information *ey gave:

Name and address of sender:

Mrs J. A. Hamilton

132 Eaton Place London SW1 Telephone - 071750 0007

Names and addresses of recipients:

1) M. Pascal Lamartine Atelier 5

13, rue du Bac PARIS 56742

2) Mr Johnny Appleyard Apt 15, 31 Gramercy Park New York 10003

NY

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Susannah set her lips. ‘More specific still. Confectionery. Books. Toys - something like that.’

‘Oh, that’s easy then. Birthday gifts - articles of clothing. Put that, please.’

‘On all those going abroadT

‘Yes.’ There was a pleasant laugh. ‘Odd, isn’t it? All my closest friends seem to be Capricorns … ‘

Susannah made a face at her computer. She began flashing up details of flights and courier runs. Watching figures and times, she began to run down the remaining queries: address of sender, addresses of recipients, preferred method of billing. The voice interrupted.

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