The Ben Hope Collection: 6 BOOK SET (162 page)

Adam felt fingers at the back of his neck, and the gag went slack. He shook it free and it dropped into his lap. He twisted his head round so that he could see Pelham in the corner of his eye.

‘Make her stop,’ he pleaded. His voice came out as a croak. ‘Don’t let her hurt my boy. Please. I’ll do anything.’

‘All this could have been avoided, Adam. You have to learn there are consequences to your actions.’

‘Please,’ Adam sobbed. His eyes were screwed up in agony. Mucus dripped in strands from his chin.

‘You’ll give me your word of honour? That you won’t defy me again? Because next time I won’t give you a second chance.’

Adam hung his head, breathing hard. Then nodded. ‘I’d like us to be friends, Adam. I really would. And friends don’t ever lie to each other. You’re not lying to me, are you?’

‘I swear to God. I swear. Don’t hurt him.’

Pelham straightened, stepped over to the glass and tapped loudly, once. He held his hand there, and for a terrible instant Adam thought he was going to tap a second time. But then he took his hand away.

Behind the glass, the woman’s eyes glinted with rage. She slammed the cleaver back down on the trolley, ripped off her gloves and apron and stormed out of the room. The stocky man and his tall companion moved in silence towards the bench and wheeled the trembling, whimpering boy back out through the door.

Adam was left staring at an empty room.

Pelham wheeled the chair round brusquely to face him. ‘So let’s start again, shall we?’

Adam nodded weakly.

Pelham undid the straps holding his wrists and ankles, then unbuckled the leather belt around his chest. Adam slumped in the chair. His hands were as pale as a corpse’s, and the pain was excruciating as the blood started flowing back into them.

‘You told me you left your notes in the safe in that smart house of yours in Ireland. Is that right?’

Adam let out a defeated sigh. ‘In my study,’ he whispered.

‘Such a stupid thing to have done. Look at the time you’ve wasted, and the unnecessary stress you’ve inflicted on your son. No parent should ever allow their child to experience trauma like that. I only hope he can forgive you.’ Pelham pulled up a stool, sat down and took out a little notebook and pencil. ‘Right. Now that you’ve decided to see reason, you’re going to tell me exactly where those notes are and how to get to them. Then I’ll be sending Irina and her colleagues over immediately to fetch them, and I won’t be expecting them to return empty handed. Understand?’

‘I understand,’ Adam murmured.

‘Now, I know you’re a very clever chap and you’ve got that whole house password-controlled. So I want you to give me all the necessary codes to get into and around it. Start talking.’

Adam told him everything. The passwords for the gate, the front door, the study, the safe, even the bedrooms.

Pelham looked pleased as he stood up and headed for the door. ‘See how easy it can be?’ He paused with his hand on the handle and waved the pad. ‘I’m going to give this information to our friend Irina. Then we’ll get you cleaned up and you can start familiarising yourself with that thing downstairs. Making that machine work is your life from this moment on, Adam. And your son’s, too.’

When Pelham was gone, Adam sank his chin on his chest, put his hands over his face and sobbed. He didn’t care about the guards in the room with him. Dignity no longer served any purpose.

Then he went rigid with fear as a thought struck him like a bullet to the head.

Sabrina
. He’d forgotten all about her.

Oh, God. Sweet Jesus. Please don’t let Sabrina still be there
.

‘Is she the one you’re looking for?’ Salt asked him.

‘Yes,’ Ben said quietly. ‘It’s her.’

‘Any idea who she is?’

‘Some idea.’

‘You going to tell me? Could come in handy.’

‘No, I’m not.’ Ben had to speak carefully. He could hardly breathe.

‘She’s a spook, isn’t she? One of Them. That’s what They do, man, they hook them in. Brainwash them. Turn them into automatons to carry out their missions.’ He pointed. ‘I’m sure these are the bastards who killed Julia and Michio. It’s all got to do with Kammler, see? The whole thing.’

Ben stared at him. ‘Julia and Michio?’

Salt nodded through a swig of beer. ‘Julia Goodman and Michio Miyazaki. They were part of the Krew,’ he mumbled. ‘Like me. We were all in it together.’

‘I don’t get it. What crew? You mean they were lab assistants like you at Manchester?’

Salt shook his head. ‘No, man. Julia was my boss. She was head of department. Michio was a planetary scientist based in Tokyo. I’m talking about the Kammler Krew.’

This was getting more and more impenetrable. ‘What happened to them?’

‘Climbing accident. Heart attack. At least, that’s what the official reports will tell you. But here’s what really happened. I was in email contact with them all the time. Not every week, you know, but often enough. Then, bang, they’re gone. Off the radar. Vanished. So I make a few enquiries, don’t I? I’m told that Julia’s taken a long holiday. OK, she was seriously into hiking and climbing, that kind of thing. But she never mentioned anything to me about a holiday. Next thing you know, she’s fallen off a mountain in Spain. Dead, of course. Meanwhile, I hear from Michio’s brother who tells me Michio was off on a research trip to America. Maybe that’s true and maybe it isn’t. But guess what? Wouldn’t you know it, Michio gets stung by a scorpion, goes into shock, dies of heart failure. Both of them killed in a short space of time, and nothing to link them whatsoever except for one thing. Both members of the Kammler Krew. See?
Ha.’
Salt slapped the table.

Ben was feeling a growing surge of unease as he listened. It started in his guts and worked its way upwards until his throat felt clamped and his heart was thudding. If what Salt was saying was the truth, it meant that the stakes had just risen from attempted kidnap to actual abduction and murder.

And was Ruth part of it?

A dull roar filled his ears. His eyes lost focus.

Salt jabbed his finger again at the screen, making it wobble on its hinges. ‘So who knows, man? What side is she on? The assassins’, or someone else’s? That’s the world we live in, man. You can’t trust anybody.’ He paused, looking down at Ben’s hand. ‘Hey. You’re bleeding on my table. I eat off this table.’

Ben followed his gaze and realised that he’d crushed his can in his fist without knowing it. The thin metal had sheared, leaving a sharp edge that had gashed his palm. A trickle of blood was dripping across his hand onto the wood. He wiped it away, struggling to clear his mind.

‘I’m not getting this, Lenny. Why would these people, whoever they are, be going after scientists?’

Salt frowned at him, apparently taken aback, as though it was the stupidest question of all time.

‘Maybe it’s to do with tests of some kind?’ Ben said, remembering what Don Jarrett had told him.

Salt’s brow crunched up into a grimace. ‘Tests?’

‘Tests on the gas chamber. Poison residues in the ground, something like that? But why physicists? That would be something a chemist would do.’

Salt stared. ‘You’ve got this totally wrong, man. This has nothing to do with gas chambers.’

‘Holocaust deniers,’ Ben said. ‘It’s about people who…’ But he could see the deepening look of consternation on Salt’s face, and his voice trailed off.

‘No way, man.’

‘But Kammler was the designer—’

‘I know that,’ Salt interrupted him. ‘SS Building Division, and all that shit. But that’s a whole separate thing. Forget about the Holocaust and all that. That’s not why people are going after the Kammler stuff. This is about science.’

Ben stared at him. ‘Science?’

‘Weird, weird shit.’ Salt shook his head. ‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’

‘As in Nazi time machines and UFOs? You’re right. I don’t.’

‘You’ve got to be open, man. There’s stuff out there that would blow your mind. The Germans were developing all kinds of far-out technology in the war. Heard of the Foo Fighters? Those lights that the British bomber crews saw on night missions over Germany that would just, like, hover there and then go whizzing across the sky like nothing anyone had ever seen before or could explain? Who do you think made those? And where d’you think the Yanks stole it from
after the war? Philadelphia Experiment. Heard of that? US Navy special optical cloaking device, 1943? They made a whole ship disappear, man. Right into the ether, with all the crew on board. Then brought it back. Electromagnetic fields, anti-gravity. Weird science is all real, man. Everything you’ve ever heard of is real. But the fucking spooks use disinformation to cover it up, discredit a few scientists here and there so that nobody will take it seriously. Meanwhile the bastards know full well it’s all true and they’re hiding it from the world.’

Salt’s voice started fading away into the background of Ben’s thoughts, and after a while Ben could hardly hear him at all as he sat there ranting and gesticulating, his eyes wide with indignation, his wizened face cracked open in a snaggle-tooth snarl.

Ben closed his eyes and remembered that day in Switzerland. Replayed the events in the clearing, the kidnappers coming out of the trees in their black combat clothes and masks. The swastika badges on their jackets.

He remembered them clearly. He hadn’t imagined it. And much as he despised the idea of his sister wearing that badge, until now he’d at least had some clear grasp of what was going on – or had thought he had. It had seemed to fit so perfectly with what Steiner had said. Yet what Salt was telling him blew the whole logic of the situation out of the window. Suddenly everything was changed, turned upside down.

Now his head was aching with concentration as he tried to make sense of it all. There was just one clear thread running through the mess. It was the clear, unalterable fact that, whatever the hell this was about, this woman calling herself Luna, but who was really his lost sister Ruth, had attempted to talk to Lenny Salt about Kammler. He didn’t know why she had – that could come later. For now, all that
mattered was the evidence he was looking at on the screen in front of him. She’d come a long way to talk to Salt, and that meant she was determined. Determined enough, perhaps, to want to talk to someone else when Salt failed to honour their rendezvous.

Ben thought about it for a moment, then looked up at Salt and asked, ‘This group, this crew or whatever it was. Was it just you, Michio and Julia? Just the three of you?’

Salt shook his head. ‘There were four of us, for a while at least. Until Adam dropped out.’

‘Adam?’

‘Adam Connor. O’Connor now. Changed his name. Irish roots, but he’s American. He was Professor of Applied Physics at the University of New York.’

‘You haven’t mentioned anything happening to him. Does that mean he’s still alive?’

‘He was when I talked to him a few days ago,’ Salt said.

‘You told him your theory about Michio and Julia?’

Salt nodded. ‘I warned him, and if he’s got any sense he’ll keep his head down, like me.’

‘How did he react?’

‘Oh, he probably thinks I’m paranoid. Mad old Lenny. Serve him right if they do get him.’

Ben paused, thinking hard. ‘When did you take down the Kammler page on your website, Lenny?’

‘When all this happened. To protect myself.’

‘Before you took the page down, was Adam’s name mentioned there?’

Salt looked puzzled. ‘Yeah, it was, until he made me take it off. He didn’t want to be associated with us any more. Thought it was bad for his reputation or something.’

‘So Luna could have found him, the same way she found you.’

Shrug. ‘I suppose.’

‘Is Adam into conspiracies the way you are, Lenny?’

Salt flushed. ‘No, he’s got his head in the sand like everyone else.’

‘So if she’d turned up, he wouldn’t necessarily have tried to avoid her. But months later, nothing’s happened to Adam. So she can’t have been involved with whatever happened to your friends.’

‘Maybe that’s just what they want us to think,’ Salt said. ‘See how they fuck with our minds, man?’

Ben ignored him. He was thinking about this American guy. The man sounded like a sensible kind of person, as different from Lenny Salt as it was possible to be. Nothing made sense any more, and maybe it was an outside chance – but what if Adam had actually spoken to Ruth? He might know something. She might have given him a phone number, an email address. Even terrorists lived normal lives, lived in regular homes like everyone else. Or she might have given him a surname. Even a fake name could be a useful lead.

‘You’d better give me O’Connor’s number. I’d like to talk to him.’

‘I can’t give it to you. I don’t have it.’

‘Lenny—’

‘Seriously, I don’t have his number. I never did. I don’t like to use phones, man. They’re always listening.’

‘I’m going to be pretty annoyed if I have to travel all the way to America just because you don’t like to talk on the phone.’

‘He’s not in America any more.’ Salt pointed west, through the trees. ‘He’s just across the water there.’

‘Across the water?’

‘Ireland. He moved there, out in the Wicklow Hills near
Dublin. Got a smart house business, lives out in the sticks by a lake.’

‘Will he be at home?’

Salt shrugged. ‘Don’t see why not. He said something about expecting a visitor to stay when I saw him, so I don’t think he’s going anywhere.’

Ben looked at his watch. It was nearly quarter to two. He could drive from here to Pembroke Dock, catch the first ferry and cut across to Rosslare, then head north towards the Wicklow Hills. He should be there by nightfall.

Night was falling fast and early over
Teach na Loch
as the gathering storm rattled the glass in the windows. Sabrina looked out at the black clouds scudding across the sky and the ripples distorting the moon’s glow on the surface of the lake. Then, as she watched, a cloud passed in front of the moon and the water went dark. The gently rolling hills were suddenly black, ominous silhouettes against the even blacker sky.