"No." She shook her head firmly. "It"s your posture. Well, you"re tanned, and your face is thinner. And the uniform and the haircut, I suppose. But you don"t look like . . . well, the youngster you used to be."
"The spoiled Shareholder brat, you mean." Fitz grinned.
"Oh, you were never as bad as some of them, sir."
"d.a.m.ned with faint praise," said Fitz, laughing now, flopping down into a chair. "Anyway, do you know what happened to Cartup? And has Bobby got any drink left in this place?"
Meilin gave him a wink. "I hide it. Otherwise. that useless bunch of Shareholder friends of his drink it up. And Talbot Cartup recovered three days after you disappeared."
"So I"m in the clear after all! Well, well." He stood up again. "Hold the drinks, Meilin. I"m going to pop in on my old girlfriend. Clear the air. Tell her I wish her well. Y"know, there"s nothing like six weeks of boot camp to give you a new perspective on life."
"Do you think that"s a good idea?" asked Meilin worriedly. "She did try and have you arrested, Fitz. Why not wait until Van Klomp gets home?"
Fitz shook his head. "When he gets home I"ll be back with a few decent bottles. I"m going to see Candy, see my Old Man. Get things off my chest."
He went out onto the streets of George Bernard Shaw City, whistling. Took a cab across town. He really must get the Aston Martin out of hock. The fines on it must be astronomical by now. He walked up the stairs to Candy"s rather pretentious penthouse apartment door. He felt in his pocket. He still had the key in his wallet. Then he paused. He must remember to give it back to her. After all, he had no rights to it anymore. He knocked politely on the imitation oak-paneled door.
She opened it, and stared as blankly at him as Meilin had.
"Afternoon, Candy."
She gave a little squeak of pure, unrefined terror. "Conrad! Don"t. Please. I promise . . ." she panted, backing away.
He shook his head at her. "I haven"t come to hurt you. I just came to say good-bye, good luck and I hope you"re happy. I"m off to NCO training and then probably the front. There"s a chance I"ll get killed, so I"m clearing things up. I just came to say good-bye. And no hard feelings. Anyone could make a mistake. I suppose it was natural you should think that I"d done it."
"You-you"re not-" she whispered, hands still ready to thrust him off.
He shook his head, walking calmly into the familiar apartment, a bubble of unholy amus.e.m.e.nt at her reaction making him grin. "No. I"m not even mad that you accused me. I suppose it was a natural thought."
"Oh, I know it wasn"t you, now. It must have been one of Talbot"s enemies, who did it to shame him. It was half-dark and I made an awful mistake. Look, Conrad, I . . . I"m most terribly sorry. I"m just a weak woman. Talbot organized it all . . . He made me break up with you. I promise. Of course I"m really still in love with you, darling." She stepped up to him and embraced him, plastering herself onto him.
As she rubbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and thighs against him, and lifted her beautiful face to be kissed, Fitz had to admit that maybe Van Klomp had called the shots remarkably closely. What a d.a.m.n fool he must have been. All the same, it was distracting to have her body this close, after six weeks of sweaty male company. He pushed her away, but gently.
"It"s all right, Candy." He rather enjoyed calling her that, now. "You don"t have to fake it. Look, it"s over. I just came to say . . . well, I"ve gotten over it. I wish you happy. I guess you got what you really wanted. I"ll be going now."
She looked consideringly at him. "Must you? Yes, I suppose you"d better. Look, sit down for a minute. There are a few things you gave me that I want to return. They"re in my bedroom . . . unless you want to fetch them with me?" she asked, licking her short upper lip.
Was that an invitation? Now? After all this? Suddenly, Fitz knew he"d rather bed a viper. "I"ll wait."
He sat down.
And about two minutes later-someone smashed the door in. Three of them. They were firing as they came barrelling in.
Fitz reacted as any soldier in HAR army would, under the circ.u.mstances. He froze to immobility-as the sudden hardening of his slowshield forced him to. He did see one of the men fall, as the other two emptied their pistols. And then-as the army-issue slowshield was no longer being fired at . . .
Fitz stopped being immobile just as the two paused to reload.
They never got that chance. Fitz dropped one with a marble-based lamp-which made a better club than a light-and in the semidarkness dropped the other attacker with a disarming kick to the forearm and a punch that flattened the man against the wall, knocked loose a fair amount of the plaster, and put an original Miro painting onto the man"s head. It was the best use the picture had ever been put to, in Fitz"s opinion, but Candy had liked it.
Kicking a pistol ahead of himself, Fitz stepped across to the overhead light switch and the wall-mounted telephone. Clicking the lights on, Fitz picked up the telephone and tapped in the emergency number.
"Police? This is Conrad Fitzhugh at 207 Kensington Mansions, Masden Boulevard. There"s been an armed break-in by some thugs. I"ve got a couple of them. You"d better get here quickly-and send an ambulance, too. One of them has been shot by his mates."
Fitz put the phone down and ran to check on Candy. The bedroom was empty, and the bathroom door was soundly locked. Sensible girl! He knocked on the door. "Candy! Are you all right?"
There was a terrified whimper from inside.
She must be frightened witless. Getting involved with ultrawealthy Shareholders was one thing, but nothing could have prepared her for this. Their politics were dirty. No wonder she"d blamed him. "It"s all right. I"ve dealt with them. The cops are on their way."
"Thank G.o.d!" she said.
"You"re not hurt?"
"I"m fine."
"Good. Stay in there until the cops get here, Candy. I"ll call you when it"s safe."
He ran back through to find one of the attackers determinedly staggering towards a pistol. Fitz dealt with him. Hard. He took some duct tape from the drawer under the telephone and did some trussing and gagging. Then he did some first aid on the gunshot victim.
He was busy with that when the ambulance and half a dozen uniformed policemen arrived. He stood up, allowing the two paramedics to take over. The police lieutenant looked at the two burly trussed-up men, and prodded one with his toe.
"Well done, soldier! These Vat-bandits are getting more cheeky by the day. Firearms! I"m tempted to shoot the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds with their own guns and save the courts the trouble. It"ll be the organ banks for them, for sure," he said, beaming. "Come on, boys. Take "em away. Better put some cuffs on them, read them their rights and take "em to the station. Simpson. Nygen. You two had better accompany the medics and keep that one under guard."
Fitz tapped him on the shoulder. "Candy-my ex-girlfriend-sensibly locked herself in the bathroom when these guys broke in. Can we go through and let her out? She"s terrified, poor girl."
The police chief beamed expansively. "Sure, soldier. Though why she worries with a guy like you around, I don"t know."
They went through and the police lieutenant knocked cheerfully on the bathroom door. "Lieutenant Swiggers here, ma"am. You can come out now, ma"am. We"ve got the miscreants safe under lock and key."
Candy emerged with her cell phone still clutched in her hand. "Lieutenant! Thank G.o.d you"re here." She pointed at Fitz. "Arrest him! He"s wanted for attempted murder."
Just at this point one of the uniformed cops came through. "Uh. Lieutenant. The paramedics just found this in the injured guy"s pocket."
It was a badge. And an ID card. "He"s a Special Branch detective."
Van Klomp shook his head at Fitz, who stood behind the bars of a holding cell in the GBS Central Police Headquarters. The big man sighed. "As my mother used to say: Lelik is nix, maar stupid! Fitzy, you"re so dumb it almost isn"t funny. As soon as I got home, and Meilin told me where you"d been thickheaded enough to go, I got hold of Mike Capra and headed here. We nearly beat you into the place. You moron! Of course Talbot Cartup had to stick to Candy"s story when he came around-or be the laughingstock of the town. Now, Capra will talk to you. I believe they"ve scheduled throwing the book at you for the morning."
"But Bobby, those guys-who turned out to be Special Branch plainclothes security police-tried to kill me."
Van Klomp snorted. "Dead men don"t have to go to court, Fitz. Much more convenient, ne. The security lot act as enforcers for some of the top Shareholders. And Cartup is their boss."
Fitz sighed. "Bobby, can you get a message to my father?" He looked down. "I"ve been thinking the last while that I need to sort things out with him. I was going to go and see him after I"d seen Candy."
"You should have done it first, idioot," said Van Klomp roughly. "He would have told you not to be so stupid. He came to see me the day you went into the army. I had him on the phone a few minutes back."
Mike Capra stood up. "Detective-inspector, you"ve stated that you entered the premises at 207 Kensington Mansions through a smashed-in front door. Was the door broken before you arrived there?"
The thick-set man nodded. "It was."
"At this point you state that the accused, who was lying in ambush, opened fire on you without any warning or provocation."
"That"s what I said, yes," said the detective. "And these are the same questions you asked DI Scott. You"ve got the sworn statements of two trained officers on these points."
Mike Capra nodded. "The court has indeed. Thank you. I have no further questions."
"The prosecution may call its next witness," said the judge.
The next witness was a demure-looking Candice Foster in a virginal white blouse and neat gray skirt. "It is safe, Judge? He is restrained, isn"t he?"
The judge nodded benignly. "Quite safe, my dear. You may take the oath."
Fitz was amazed to learn just how insanely jealous and violent he was. And how he"d locked her in the bathroom-on his second attack while he waited in ambush for her fiance. She did some most artistic weeping and shuddering, too. To the point where the judge cautioned Capra to be gentle in his cross-examination.
"M"lud! When am I ever anything else?"
"When it suits you, Capra," said the judge, dryly.
"Precisely, M"lud. It does not suit me to be anything else but gentle when I am forced to defend a man accused of so vilely abusing one of our most respected citizens. A person who would dress such a man in lacy yellow polka-dotted women"s underclothing, tie him to the bed, beat him and then suffocate him with a plastic bag, deserves little."
Talbot Cartup cringed. The prosecution had been very circ.u.mspect about the exact nature of the a.s.sault. The press gallery scribbled frantically.
"Now. Ms. Candice Foster, could you clarify one point? On the occasion of the second a.s.sault you have stated that the accused broke down your door."
"Yes. He"s a very violent man. Very strong. I tried to fight him off, but-"
"Thank you, Ms. Foster. There is no need to upset yourself with the sordid details. Now: On the occasion of the first a.s.sault-I have examined the police report in detail. I could find no report of forced entry on that occasion. How did the accused get in that time?"
She shrugged. "Maybe he climbed in the window."
Mike Capra looked thoughtful. "Number 207 is a penthouse apartment, is it not?"
"Yes," she nodded proudly. Everyone knew those cost a mint.
"You say he came into the lounge where you and your fiance were sitting in discussion, at which point he forced you both through into the bedroom, and you into the bathroom. You must know where he came from? Through which door, Ms. Candice?"
"My bedroom," she said thoughtfully. "I remember now. The window was open."
"Thank you. I have no further questions at this point."
"Very well. I think the court will recess for lunch. The defense may present its arguments and I should be able to deal with sentencing today," said the judge.
"I thought you said we should be able to wrap this up, Mike," hissed Fitz. "The judge has already decided to sentence me. And you hardly even questioned those d.a.m.n liars. Even that lying doorman who says he saw me there. Recognized my car."
"Patience," said the Capra. "When you want to catch monkeys you put lots of tempting things in the calabash. You don"t frighten them off before they have their hands in it. We"ll do the nasty questions and scaring after lunch. They"ve been very cooperative. Don"t be ungrateful. Go and enjoy your nice prisoner"s nubbins like a good boy. You"ll be back on army rations soon."
And so it was.
"M"lud, first I"d like to ask that a policeman be dispatched with my a.s.sistant to bring the accused"s wallet from his personal possessions here, to be used as evidence."
"That should have been entered as evidence beforehand, Mr. Capra, as you well know."
"M"lud, the court shares a building with the Central Police Station. This seemed the most obvious way of dealing with any possibility that anyone might tamper with the evidence. I have grounds to believe certain members of the police are in fact in collusion with the true perpetrators of these crimes."
The judge raised his eyebrows. "That"s a serious accusation, Mr. Capra. I hope you can substantiate it."
"I"ll do my best, M"lud. Now, if a policeman could accompany my a.s.sistant to recover my client"s possessions? I will proceed with other evidence in the meanwhile."
The judge nodded. "It is irregular, Mr. Capra. But under the circ.u.mstances, proceed. Granted."
"Objection, M"lud!" protested the prosecution.
The judge shook his head. "Objection overruled. Continue, Mr. Capra."
"M"lud, if we could proceed to exhibit one of the evidence which I have entered. As you can see these are certified copies of the lease of 207 Kensington Mansions and payment records for the rental thereof. Could I ask the clerk of the court to read out in whose name the lease is held, and from whose account the rentals were paid?"
The judge nodded. And the reedy-voiced clerk read, "Conrad M. Fitzhugh."
As the court bubbled and a furious Talbot turned on Candy . . . the policeman and Capra"s a.s.sistant returned with Fitz"s wallet.
"Please give that item to the clerk of the court," requested Capra. "And sir, if you could be so kind as to examine the inner pouch of the wallet. You should find a key there. Please hold it up."
He did. "M"lud. That is the key to Number 207 Kensington Mansions. Another copy of this key was in the possession of the agents, Messrs. Smythe and Austing. With a letter of authority from the tenant and both Mr. Smythe and Mr. Austing, as well as the block-caretaker, we ascertained that key held by Smythe and Austing fits the lock. I have their copy of the key here. I think we can establish that the two are identical. I should like to enter these as exhibits two and three. If the clerk of the court would like to examine them?"
The reedy-voiced clerk was enjoying himself very much. And he could indeed confirm the two keys were identical. The judge had to bang his gavel and call for silence after that.
"Now, M"lud, I don"t believe the charge of breaking and entering . . . into one"s own property can be entertained. I think we should also question the credibility of a witness who expects us to believe a large man would climb the outside of a five-story building to enter by the window, or by breaking down the door, when he has the key in his pocket. I would also question how someone who felt she was in extreme danger from my client didn"t even bother to change the lock. Far from being guilty of breaking and entering . . . in fact my client should charge Ms. Foster and Mr. Cartup with trespa.s.s."
In the sudden silence Candice"s voice, protesting to Talbot, was remarkably clear. "I forgot he had a key. He always knocked."
"Objection!"
"Sustained." The judge nodded to the clerk. "See that the charges of breaking and entering are struck from the roll. Proceed, Mr. Capra. As usual, you are providing the court with much entertainment." The judge"s voice did not indicate that he approved.
"I do my best, M"lud," said Capra, urbanely. "I have here a statement of account from the munic.i.p.al pound. As you will see, the vehicle which the night concierge at Kensington Mansions described in such loving detail, was impounded some four hours before the incident is supposed to have occurred. He also said my client entered the building by the front door. This is unusual for a man who is supposed to have entered number 207 through a window." Capra turned to the judge. "I think it is very clear that one or the other or both of these witnesses is lying."
The judge raised his eyebrows. "At very best that they were mistaken, Mr. Capra. I will grant you that their credibility is somewhat dented, and the lengthy testimony of Mr. Brenner should probably be subjected to a motion to strike."
Capra nodded. "My feelings exactly, Your Honor. Now we come to the second alleged attempted murder: that of DI Carr. We have already established that the two officers in question may possibly also, at best, have been . . . mistaken, as to the door being smashed in before they arrived."
"Objection!"