Driving Force

Chapter 2

Bretthadleftthekeyintheignition,anothertabooinmybook.Isteppedoverintothefrontcompartmentandremovedthekeyring,checkingthatatleastthebrakeswereonandallb.u.t.thecabinlightswereoff.Finally,switchingoffthoseinteriorlightsalsoIjumpeddownfromthepa.s.sengerdoor,lockingitbehindme.

Thefrontpa.s.sengerdoorandthedriver"sdoorbothlockedwiththesamekeythatstartedtheengine,alargecomplicatedkeysuppliedbythemanufacturers.Ilockedthedriver"sdoor-Bretthadn"t-andwiththesecondmoreordinarykeyontheringlockedthegrooms"door.Athirdkeylockedthesmallcompartmentunderthedashboardthatcontainedthemobiletelephonepowerswitchandvariousdoc.u.ments,whichI"dcheckedandfoundsecure.

Iwalkedagainrightroundthebox,makingalastinspection.Everythingseemedasitshouldbe.Thetworampsforhorseswereupandbolted.Thefivedoorsforhumans,twoforthefrontseats,threefortheattendants,weresimilarlyimmovable.Theflapovertheintaketothedieseltanks,fastenedbythefourthandlastkeyonthekeyring,wasproof.a.gainstsiphoningthieves.

FeelingallthesameuneasyIwentbacktothehouseandlockedthebackdoorbehindme,whichIdidn"tdoalways.Istretchedoutahandtoswitchofftheoutsidelightsandthenchangedmymindandleftthemon.

Thefleetusuallyspentthenightinsidealargebrick-walledconvertedfarmyard,thewidestrongentrancegatespadlocked.Thenine-boxstandingaloneonmytarmacseemedunaccustomedlyvulnerable,eventhoughtrucksofthatsizewereseldomstolen.Thereweretoomanyident.i.tynumbersengravedontoomanyparts,quiteapartfromthenameCROFTRACEWAYSpaintedinaboutsixplaces,thewholethinghardlyinconspicuousforanyonetryingtoavoidnotice.



Ireheatedtheoldstew,sloshedsomeredwineintoitforexcitementandatetheresultwhileleavingthesittingroomcurtainsopensothatIcouldseethehorseboxallthetime.

Absolutelynothinghappened.Myuneaseslowlyabated,andIputdownits.e.xistencesimplytothefactofOgden"sdemise.

Imadeandreceivedafewmoretelephonecalls,checkingparticularlywithmyseniordriverthatalltheotherboxeswerebackatthefarm.Therestoftheday"sjourneys,itseemed,hadforoncegoneuneventfullytoplan:nomix-upsovertime,noenginetroubles,noequipmentorattendantsleftbehind.Allthedrivershadfilledintheirlogsheetsandpoppedthemasrequestedintotheletter-boxoftheoffice.Thepadlockswereonthegates.Nokeyswereanywhereaccessible.Despitethedeadpa.s.senger,theoverallmessageIreceivedwasthatthebosscouldrelaxandgotobed.

Theboss,intheend,didjustthat,thoughfrommybedroom,whichwasoverthesitting-room,Istillhadaclearviewofthehorseboxoutunderthelights.IleftthecurtainswideopenandalthoughIneversleptwiththemfullyclosedIneverthelesswokeseveraltimesbecauseofthecontinuingunusualbrightnessoutside.AtaboutthreeinthemorningIbecamesuddenlyfullyalert,disturbedbymorethanplainlight.Disturbedbyamovingflashacrosstheceiling,indistinct,likesheetlightning,seenthroughmyeyelids.

Theweatherhadbeenmildrecently,thoughitwa.s.stillearlyMarch,but.i.tseemedtomethatthetemperaturehaddroppedtendegreesinthepastfewhours.InbarefeetandsleepingshortsIstoodupandwenttothewindow,shivering.

Atfirstsightnothingseemedchanged.Shrugging,Ihalfturnedtoreturntothewarmbedandthenstoppedstock-stillinseriousalarm.

Thegrooms"door,throughwhichwe"dallclimbed,wa.s.slightlyopen,notsecurelylocked,asI"dleft.i.t.

Open.

Istaredhard,b.u.t.therewasnomistake.Therewasablacklineofshadowwherethedoornolongerfittedflatandsnuglyintoposition.TheflashoflightI"dseenmusthavebeenareflectionfromitswindowasthedoorhadbeenopened.

Withoutconsideringclothes,Isprintedheadlongdownstairsandalongtothebackdoor,unlockingit,throwingmyfeetintogumbootsands.n.a.t.c.hinganoldraincoatfromapeg.TryingtofitmyarmsintoitssleevesIranacrossthetarmacandpulledthedoorwide.

Therewasafigureinsidethere,inblack,a.s.surprisedtoseemeasItoseehim.Atfirsthehadhisbacktowardsme,thenwhenhewhirledroundwithafierceexclamation,moreanexplosionofescapingbreaththananactualword,Isawthathisheadwascoveredwithablackhood,hiseyesalivethroughholes,theclichedisguiseofrobbersandterrorists.

"Whattheh.e.l.lareyoudoing?"Iyelledathim,tryingmyselfcrazilytoclimbupafterhim.Stupidthingtodoingumboots:thestepholesweren"tdesignedfortheirclumsywidth.

Black-masks.n.a.t.c.heduptherolledhorserug,gaveitafastshaketoopenitsfoldsandthrewitovermewhileIwa.s.stillhalfwayup.Islidoffthetoe-holds,steppedbackunbalancedintoavoidandlandedinaheaponthetarmac.Theblackfigure,dimlyseen,jumpedoverontothedriver"sseat,unlatchedthedooronthatside,leapedathleticallytothegroundandranfortheshadows,litheandscudding.

PerhapsintrainersIcouldhavemadeitacontest.Ingumbootsandanunbeltedraincoatstillonlyhalfon,itwashopeless.Istoodupdisgustedly,disentanglingmyselffromthehorserug,fasteningtheraincoatbelatedlyandlisteninginvainforanysoundofdepartingfootsteps.

Noneofitmadesense,nordidstandingaroundshiveringininappropriateclothesinthemiddleofthenight.Therewasnothingworthstealinginthehorseboxsaveperhapstheradioorphone,b.u.t.theblackfigurehadn"tseemedtobeattackingeither.Hehadn"tinfactseemedtobedoinganythinginparticular,whenIlookedbacktomyfirstsightofhim,butsimplystandinginthecabwithhisbacktome.Therehadbeendustandstreaksofdirtonhisclothes.AsfarasIcouldrememberhehadn"tbeencarryinganything.Notools,notevenatorch.Ifhe"dopenedthegrooms"doorwitheitherakeyoralock-pick,hemusthaveput.i.tinapocket.

Thekeyholeofthegrooms"doorwasinthehandleitself.Therewasnokeyinthelock,nor,whenIlooked,anyobviousscratchesorsignsofforceortampering.

Coldandcross,Ithrewthehorserugbackintothecab,shutthegrooms"doorandthedriver"ssidedoorandwentbacktothehousetofetchthekeysagaintorelockthem.

OutofrespectformycarpetsIslidmyfeetoutofthegumbootsandpaddedthroughthehallandacrossthesitting-roomtothedesk,notbotheringtoswitchonanylightsinthereowingtobeingabletoseeperfectlywellbecauseoftheglowoutside.Iretrievedthekeysfromthedeskdrawer,retracedmysteps,resumedthegumbootsandclompedbacktowardsthewheels.

Comingclose,Isawwithoutbeliefthattherewasablackmovingshadowagaininsidethecab.Monstrous,Ithought,andwhatinG.o.d"snamecouldhewant?Hewa.s.standingbehindthedriver"sseat,feelingforwardintothestorageshelfthatspreadacrossthewholewidthofthecabhighandabovethefrontseats,projectingoutoverthewindscreen.Thes.p.a.ciousshelf,commontoallofmyfleet,wasusedbythedriversandattendantstostowtheirpersonalbelongings,oftenchangesofclothingandoccasionallyasleeping-bagandpillow.Therewasafull-lengthmattressinstalledfortheuseofseveralofthedriverswhoslepttherehabituallyonovernightstops,preferringittocheaplodgings.Bretthadtoldmeheexpectedbetter.Yourownchoice,Ia.s.suredhim.

ThebusyfigureinthecabsawmecomingandwasoutandawayagainbeforeIcouldreachhim.Iraninhiswakesluggishly,asifthroughtreacle,mybarefeethalf-slidingoutofthebootsateverystride.Heheadeddownthedriveandseemedtomeltintotheshadowsofthetreesbytheexittotheroad.

Uselessly,Ifollowedhimtotheroaditself,buthewasnowheretobeseen.Itwasacountryroad,unfenced,withopengatewaystootherhouses.Treesandbushesbythehundred,hidingplacesunlimited.Itwouldhavetakenhalfanarmytofindhim.

PuzzledanddispiritedIretracedmywaybacktothebox.Thedriver"sdoorstoodwideopen,ashe"dleft.i.t.Iclimbedupclumsilyandstoodbehindtheseat,ashehad,lookingintothestorageshelf,switchingonthecabinlightforabetterview.

Th.e.s.h.elfwasemptyexceptforthemattressandaplasticcarrier-bagwhichprovedoninspectiontocontainremainsofBrett-typesustenance;screwedupwrappersfromchocolatebars,anemptysandwich-shapedcasingbearingalabelannouncing"BeefandTomato",withthepriceunderneath,andtwoemptyc.o.kecans.

Iputthebagbackwhereithadbeen.Itwaseachdriver"sbusinesstokeephisownboxcleanandIdidn"tfeellikepickingupafterBrett.WhateverheandDavehadbeendoingthatday,givingliftstomoribundbusinessmenseemedjustthestartofit.Thosetwowouldhavealotofexplainingtodointhemorning.

Icarefullylockedthedoorsagain,andagainwalkedbacktothehouse,butonceinsidefeltfarfromrea.s.sured.Theagilevisitorhadgotintotheboxthefirsttimewithoutbreakingawindoworotherobservableforceandpresumablycouldgetinagainthesameway.

Withoutknowingintheleastwhathewanted,Istilldidn"tliketheideaofhisreturningathirdtime.Italsooccurredtomedisturbinglythatperhapsheintendedtoleavesomething,ordestroysomething,ordisabletheboxaltogether.InalarmanddoubtIshedthegumbootsandraincoatandranupstairsforsubst.i.tutesintheshapeoftwosweaters,jeans,socks,andshoesIcouldrunin.Ipulledmyownoldsleeping-bagfromacupboardandwithalastcheckthroughthewindowtoseeifathirdvisitationwasinprogress-nosignofit-Iwentdownstairsforapaddedjacketandgloves.

Withalltheseaidstowarmth,Icrossedyetagaintotheboxandsettledmyselfinthefrontpa.s.sengerseats,moderatelycomfortableinbodyifnotinmind.

Timeslidby.

Idozed.

Noonecame.

CHAPTER2.

Predictably,Iwokestiffandcolda.s.soonasnature"slightingsystembegancreepingintotheelectricstuff,andItrailedyawningacrosstothekitchenforwarmthandcoffee.Thenewspapersandthepostarrived.Isortedthroughthebills,readtheheadlinesandturnedtotheracingpages,atesomecornflakesandansweredthefirstphonecallsofthenewday.

Myroutineworkinghoursstartedatsixorsevenandnormallyendedatmidnight,Sundaysincluded,but.i.twasawayoflife,notahardship.Itwasthesamefortrainers,allofwhomseemedtobelievethatiftheywereupandcaringfortheirhorsesbyorbeforedawn,everyonewhoworkedforthemshouldbeavailablelikewise.

Planstendedtochangeovernight.Thefirstcallonthatday,aFriday,wasfromthetrainerofahorsethathadgotcastinitsstableandinjuredhimselfbythrashingaboutonthefloor,tryingtogethimselfbackontohisfeet.

"Theb.u.g.g.e.r"stwistedhisoff-hind.Myheadladfoundhim,hoppinglame."Thebighealthyvoicereverberatedintomyear."Hecan"trunatSouthwell,sodit.Strikehimoffyourlist,w.i.l.l.you?"

IsaidIwould."Thanksforlettingmeknow."

"Iknowyouruntightschedules,"heboomed."ThefourforSandownareOK.Don"tsendthatBrettforthem,he"sawhiner,heupsetsmylads."

Ia.s.suredhimhewouldn"tgetBrett.

"Right,Freddie.Seeyouatthesports."

Withoutwastingtime,IbuzzedmyheaddriverandaskediftheboxesforSouthwellhadalreadyleft.

"Warmingup,"hea.s.suredme.

"MissoutLarryDell.Theirhorsegotcast."

"Gotyou."

Iputdownthekitchenreceiverandwentthroughtothesittingroomwheremostofthedesk-topwastakenupbytheweek"scomprehensivechartindicatingwhichboxwasgoingwherewithwhosehorses.Iwroteitalwaysinpencilbecauseoftheconstantchanges.

Onanadjacenttable,easilyreachedbyswivellingthegreenleatherchair,stoodacomputer,monitorandkeyboard.Theoretically,itwaseasiertocalleachboxtothescreentoenterorrearrangeitsjourneys,andactuallyIdidkeepthedetailsofthejourneysrecordedtherepermanentlyoncethey"dbeencompleted,butforanadvanceoverviewIstillclungtomypencilandrubber.

Alongatthefarm,inthemainoffice,mytwobrightsecretaries,IsobelandRose,keptthecomputercompetentlyaccurateanduptotheminute,anddespairedofmyold-fashionedmethods.Theterminalinmysitting-roomwasasortofsub-stationuponwhichappearedallthechangesthey"dmadeonthemaincomputer,andthatwaswhatIchieflyuseditfor:checkingwhathadbeenorganisedinmyabsence.

Inreturn,Itypedinanychangeswhichcameinbeforeoraftertheirofficehoursand,onewayoranother,wehadnotsofarleftanyexpectantrunnerwaitinginvainforthecoachtotakeittotheball.

IcheckeddownthelistonwhatlookedlikeatypicalFridayforthefirstweekofMarch.TwoboxesgoingnorthtoSouthwell,wheretheall-weathertrackheldbothflatandjumpingracesallwinter.Fourboxescollectingrunnersforthatafternoon"sprogrammeofsteeplechasingatSandown,southofLondon.Onenine-horseboxtakingbroodmarestoIreland.Onesix-boxtakingbroodmarestoNewmarket,onetakingbroodmarestoGloucestershire,anothertakingmarestoastuddowninSurrey:thethoroughbredbreedingseasoninfullflood.

Oneboxwasoutofaction,scheduledformaintenance.Onewas"goingtoFrance.OnewouldbetakingJerichoRich"sfilliestoNewmarket.Brettandhisnine-horser,standingoutsidemywindowinthestrengtheningdawn,wereduetospendthedayshuttlingawholestringforatrainermovingtoPixhillfromoutonSalisburyPlain:notlongjourneysbutmultipleand,frommypointofview,goodprofit.

ThefollowingweekwouldseetheCheltenhamFestival,peakofthesteeplechasingyear,withtheFlatseasonpropergettingintogeartheweekafter,itscrowdedprogrammebringingmesixmonthsofgoodbusiness.Marchwa.s.sigh-of-relieftime,thefogsandfreezesofwinterrelaxingtheirparalysingmenace:therewasnoincometobemadefromarowofboxesstandingsilentinthesnow,b.u.t.thedrivershadtobepaidallthesame.

Myheaddriverphonedback.Harvebyname,shortforHarvey.

"Pat"sgotflu,"hesaid."She"sinbed."

"s.h.i.t."

"It"sab.u.g.g.e.r,thefluthisyear.Knocksyouout.It"snotherfault."

"No,"Isaid."How"sGerry?"

"Stillbad.WecouldputthosebroodmaresofftillMonday."

"No,they"reneartofoaling.Ipromisedthey"dgotoSurreytoday.I"llsortsomethingout."

PatandGerrywerereliabledrivers:iftheysaidtheyweretooilltowork,thentheywere.Reshufflerequired.

"DavecandotheGloucestershirebroodmares,insteadofPat,"Isaid.Davewasaslowdriver,andIdidn"tsendhimoutbehindthewheelunlessIhadto."Thosemareshavenodeadline."

"Yeah.OK."

"Iwanthimherefirstthough.Whenheturnsupatthefarm,sendhimalonghere.Bretttoo."

"Willdo,"hesaid."Isitaboutthedeadman?"

"Itis."

"Sillysods."

"AndtellJoggerIneedhimp.d.q.Tellhimtobringhisslider."

"Hewon"tbeinforhalfanhour."

"Thatwilldo."

"Anythingelse?"

"Suretobe,infiveminutes."

Helaughedandwentaway,leavingmethinking,asIoftendid,thatIwasluckytohavehim.WhenI"dbeenajockeyHarvehadbeenmyweighing-roomvalet,bringingmycleanedsaddlesandfreshbreechestotheraceseveryday.Valetswereabitliketheatricaldressers,althoughonevaletwould"do"tenorsojockeysregularly.Itwasaclosepersonalservice:onecouldkeepfewphysicalsecretsfromone"svalet.

WhenI"dhungupmybootsandboughtthetransportbusiness,he"dappearedtomysurpriseonmydoorstep.

"I"mheretoseeifyou"llgivemeajob,"hesaidforopeners,comingstraighttothepoint.

"ButIdon"tneedavaletanymore."

"Notthat.Idon"twanttokeeponwiththat.Myolddad"sdiedandtheweighing-room"snotthesameaswhenhewasthere,andIwantachange.I"msickofthewash-tub.Howabout.i.tifIdriveforyou?Idrivehundredsofmileseveryweekanyway;haveforyears."

"But,"Isaidslowly,"you"dneedaHeavyGoodsVehiclelicence."

I"llgetone."

"Theboxesaren"tlikecars.You"dhavetotakeacourse."

"IfIgetthelicence,w.i.l.l.yougivemeajob?"

I"dsaidIwouldbecausewe"dalwaysgotoneasilytogether,andinthatcasualwayI"dacquiredthebestlieutenantonecouldimagine.

Hewa.s.sandy-haired,strong-armed,aboutmyownage,aninchortwotaller.Drylydisillusioned,hewasquicktodenigratebutinawaythatmadeonesmile.Brett,hehadremarkedtomeonce,shiftedtheblamebeforeyouevenrealisedtherewasafault."Hecarriesabagfulofalibisaroundwithhim,readytopulloneout."

Iwentupstairs,showered,shaved,tweakedtheduvetstraightonmybedandreturnedinshorttimetomydeskandtheuninterruptedviewofthehorsebox.

Jogger,thecompanymechanic,sweptupthedriveinhisvanandsqueakedtoahaltnosetonosewiththehorsebox.Spry,bow-legged,baldandc.o.c.kney,heeeledoutofthevanandstoodlookingatthehorseboxwhilescratchinghishead.Thenhecameovertothehouseinthepeculiargaitthathadearnedhimhisnickname,arollingmotionlikethatofspeedwalkers,almostrunningbutwithonefootonthegroundallthetime,elbowstuckedin.

Iwenttothedoortomeethimandwewalkedbacktotheboxtogether,heimpatientlyslowinghisscuttlingprogresstomatchmine.

"What"stheboil,then?"hesaid.

Hespokehisownsortofc.o.c.kneyrhymingslang,andindeedIoftenthoughthemademostofituphimself,butIwasusedtoitbythattime.Forboil,readboilandbubble,trouble.

"Justcheckitallover,w.i.l.l.you?"Ianswered."Takeagoodlookattheengine.Thenslideunder,makesurewe"renotleakingorcarryingadditions."

"Gor,"hesaid.

Iwatchedhimchecktheengine,hiseyesswift,fingersdelicate,headnoddingwithcertainties.

"Allhunky-dory,"hesaid.

"Good.Goovertherest."

Hewentalongtohistruckandbroughtouttheflexiblestick,withmirrorattached,thatcouldbeangledtorevealinvisibilitiesroundcorners,andalsothelowplatformoncastors,onwhichhelayonhisbacktoslideundertheboxesforquickundergutsinspections.

"Whenyou"redone,I"llbeinthehouse,"Isaid.

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