28.
Agust of cool air on her left cheek. She didn"t want to get out of bed and tried to turn over, but found she couldn"t. Something was holding her down. There was a roar of noise, then silence. She opened her eyes, saw pale light and immediately felt a wave of nausea swell inside her.
She closed her eyes quickly and it gradually subsided.
Someone was speaking, a man, insistent. Something touched her shoulder and she tried opening her eyes again.
This time she made out a circle. She realised she was sitting, not lying, and simultaneously registered a steering wheel in front of her face. Struggling to free herself, whatever was holding her released abruptly, and she found herself rolling to her left. The nausea lurched in her stomach again, and she saw a polished black boot looming in front of her face.
It began to move, but not fast enough. She vomited over it and a man cursed. Her vision blurred and she fell forward onto the ground.
After a while, she opened her eyes and saw that she was lying on bare earth by the side of a highway. Occasional cars and trucks were pa.s.sing, engines roaring, headlights ablaze under a sky the pale grey of dawn or dusk. She sat up slowly and took in the flashing blue light on the car parked behind her Seat. One cop was crouching over his shoes, wiping them with a piece of newspaper, while the other looked inside her car. She noticed with a groan that the front of the Seat was caved in against a concrete post.
The cop straightened out of the car and replaced his cap. He said something to the other man and held up her pa.s.sport in one hand; in the other was an empty bottle.
Brandy, Kathy guessed. They both looked down at her with disgust on their faces.
It was late morning before Captain Alvarez and Lieutenant Mozas made an appearance at the district police station where she had been taken. By that stage she had been given a breath test, a blood test, a medical examination, water, coffee and a bread roll. The young doctor had offered to pump out her stomach, but she had declined, although she still felt dazed and horribly sick. This wasn"t surprising, he had suggested, with a blood alcohol reading of that magnitude. A woman officer had taken her to a washroom, where Kathy had tried clumsily to clean up her clothes. She had examined the arm where Lizancos had injected her and found only a faint red mark. Apart from that and the hangover, she seemed to be untouched.
Alvarez looked stiff and proper in a black double-breasted suit, hair brushed hard against his skull, as if he"d come straight from ma.s.s. Mozas, in jeans and sweater, might have been taking the family on a Sunday outing.
Neither man seemed pleased to be there. Alvarez sat opposite her across the table, Mozas, disconcertingly out of her cone of vision, somewhere to her right.
"Why are you here, Sergeant Kolla?" Alvarez asked. He had the same look of distaste on his face as the highway patrol officers, and Kathy wondered if there was some particular taboo in Spain against drunk women. She thought they must have had enough British tourists pa.s.s through to get used to the idea by now. Probably the whole building despised her.
"I . . ." Her throat felt dry and clogged, and her first attempt to speak ended in a coughing fit that brought back the nausea. They waited with exaggerated patience while she took a sip of water and tried again. "I had a free weekend," she said hoa.r.s.ely, "so I thought I"d come back to Barcelona, as a tourist."
"Are the drinks in London so expensive?" Alvarez sneered.
"It was a very cheap flight."
"Who did you come with?"
"I came alone."
"Where is your luggage?"
"In the car?"
The policeman lifted her backpack onto the table and emptied it in front of her. Towel, wash bag, sungla.s.ses, change of shirt and underwear, and The Complete Works of Luis Domenech i Montaner. There was no sign of her tools.
"What is your hotel?"
"I never got around to finding one."
"Where did you go last night?"
"I"m afraid I can"t remember."
"Yesterday afternoon?"
Kathy shrugged. "Sorry, my mind"s a blank. I don"t even know where you found me."
Alvarez"s eyes and lips narrowed with irritation. "Did Scotland Yard send you?"
"Absolutely not. They have no idea."
Alvarez snorted, half turned in his chair and lit a cigarette. Mozas took this as his cue to edge his seat closer to Kathy"s right side and say quietly, "This is no good, Kathy, this "I don"t remember" business."
"But it"s the truth, Jeez. I honestly cannot remember taking a single drink last night."
"You think someone gave you something?" he offered sympathetically. "It happens. An attractive young woman on her own, a man slips something in her coffee and she wakes up twelve hours later remembering nothing . . ."
"Well, I suppose it"s possible."
"But you weren"t raped." His tone hardened abruptly.
"What would be the point, if your phantom did nothing?"
"He"s your phantom, Jeez. I can"t remember a thing."
"Did you come here to meet someone, perhaps?
Someone you met the last time you were here?"
"No. I just thought I"d take a stroll down La Rambla."
"So you went to La Rambla?"
"I can"t remember."
Alvarez snapped something and both men got to their feet. Kathy was taken out to a cell. Her belt and shoelaces were removed and the door was locked. She examined the plastic cover on the mattress of the single bunk, then stretched out on it and tried to sleep.
She woke to the clang of the steel door. A uniformed man gave her a tray with a sandwich and cup of water, and left again. She found she was hungry.
When they took her back to the interview room she saw from the clock on the wall that it was now two-fifteen.
Three hours had pa.s.sed since the two detectives had spoken to her, and now here they were again. Kathy wondered what they"d been doing. They seemed to have acc.u.mulated some files of paperwork.
The younger man, with the better command of English, sat opposite her this time, with Alvarez, glowering, to the side.
"Do you feel a little better, Kathy?" Mozas inquired sympathetically.
"A bit, yes, thanks."
"Good. And perhaps your memory has come back?"
"I"m afraid not."
"Well, let"s try to help it. Yesterday you got off the plane at El Prat and went to the Hertz desk. Do you remember that?"
"Vaguely."
"It was five past one when you signed for the car. You got behind the wheel of a red Seat Cordo, and you drove out of the airport. Where did you go?"
Kathy shrugged.
"Into Barcelona?"
"I suppose so."
"I don"t think so, Kathy!" The detective gave a grin of triumph, and Kathy felt a little chill, wondering what they could know.
Mozas consulted his notes. "You went to Sitges."
"Did I?"
"Oh yes. And please don"t say you can"t remember."
Kathy said nothing. She saw that Mozas was dying to tell her how he knew.
"How do you know that, Jeez?"
"You drove down on the A-16 autopista to Sitges. Your vehicle was filmed going through the Castelldefels toll booth at one twenty-two p.m."
"Oh."
"Did you go to Sitges the last time you were here, Kathy?" Mozas asked. "You must remember that!" He grinned again, and Kathy recognised a trap.
"Well, yes, I did," she said carefully. "I drove down the coast one afternoon. It was very pleasant."
"Any particular points of attraction? Places of interest?"
"I did a bit of sightseeing . . ."
"And you went to a fitness club, yes?"
"I believe I did, yes."
Alvarez suddenly unleashed a stream of angry prose at Mozas, who stiffened, his playful manner evaporating. "The captain says that you are full of s.h.i.t, Kathy. He wants you to tell us the truth now, or he will hand this over to our bosses to take to the highest levels in Scotland Yard. We know you broke into the Apollo-Sitges Fitness Club yesterday evening . . ."
"No."
"The alarm was recorded at eight twenty-three p.m., and your car was photographed again on the autopista at eight fifty-four p.m., returning to Barcelona."
They"ve had help, Kathy thought. Lizancos has told them exactly where to look. What else has he told them?
"Why would I want to break into a fitness club? Are you accusing me of a robbery?"
"No, Kathy. In a way it"s much more serious than that.
The building is owned by Dr Javier Lizancos, as you well know. You"ve met Dr Lizancos, of course. You went to his home on the eighteenth of September, the day before you went to Sitges to visit his premises there." Kathy noticed that Captain Alvarez had picked up The Complete Works of Luis Domenech i Montaner and was pointedly turning the pages, studying the ill.u.s.trations. Mozas leaned towards Kathy across the table and lowered his voice. "Is there someone you are in contact with here in Spain, Kathy? Another arm of the police services, perhaps? The Guardia Civil? It would be so much simpler if you would tell us. It would avoid misunderstandings."
"No, really."
Mozas looked put out. "But you cannot even speak Spanish! You don"t have Linda with you. What did you expect to achieve?"
"I just wanted a change of scenery for the weekend."
Alvarez got to his feet and reached towards her, brandishing the book. For a moment Kathy thought he was going to hit her with it. Instead, he slammed it down on the table, open at the page ill.u.s.trating the house of the superintendent of Sant Pau, and glared at her.
Mozas said, "Dr Lizancos has reported an intruder in the grounds of his house in the Eixample district last night.
This house, that you have the plans for in your bag. Fortunately he had a guest staying with him, the manager of his Sitges building, who had come to report on the break-in there. This man scared off the intruder, but he did take note of a car parked outside in the street. A red Cordo, with the same number as yours."
Kathy felt thoroughly outcla.s.sed by the lizard doctor.
She wondered what he had done with her tools. Was he holding them back, like a careful boxer reserving the big punch, or had he already planted them somewhere?
"Look, Jeez, I can"t help you with this. There"s obviously been an unfortunate series of coincidences, but I"m sure you don"t have time to waste where no real harm has been done, and I don"t think either of us would want an embarra.s.sing international incident."
"I"m not sure that can be avoided, Kathy. You see, from where we are sitting, it looks as if a member of the British police has been caught carrying out illegal acts against a Spanish citizen on Spanish soil. Dr Lizancos is a very distinguished man, highly regarded. He holds the police medal as well as many other honours. He is a personal friend of Captain Alvarez, who, incidentally, is very p.i.s.sed off that you and Linda pa.s.sed yourselves off as acting on his orders when you went to visit the doctor the first time." Mozas paused, his stern expression softening a little. "Is there someone you would like to contact for help, Kathy? Your superior? It doesn"t seem fair that you should have to deal with this all alone."
Kathy imagined Brock at the end of a pleasant Sunday lunch with Suzanne, and felt a sharp pang of longing for home. But ringing him would only seem to implicate him.
As if reading her thoughts, Mozas said, "Mr Brock is your immediate boss, isn"t he? But he"s only a chief inspector.
I think Captain Alvarez will want to go higher than that.
Much higher. Do you really want to be crucified alone?"
Kathy felt sick.
They took her back to the cell and left her there for several more hours. Finally, Lieutenant Mozas came for her with a uniformed cop. The two of them chatted amiably in Catalan while Kathy was led out to the front counter of the police station. One by one her possessions were produced and signed for. Mozas looked at his watch and said something to the desk officer, who muttered and sped up the process, then they were leading her to a patrol car in the street outside. It was a balmy evening, with the glow of sunset on the tiled roofs.
"What"s going on, Jeez?"
"You"ve got a plane to catch," he said. "You know, I never saw big guns move so fast, Kathy." He laughed and consulted his notebook. "Commander . . . Deputy a.s.sistant Commissioner . . . a.s.sistant Commissioner . . . Deputy Commissioner . . . back to Commander. Is that right?
Such odd names. I thought commissioners were the people who check your ticket at the movies. Here"s your orders, by the way."