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“What kind of procedures?”
“Pretty wide range, really, from hernia operations to terminal cancer care.”
“Can you think of any reason why anyone would want to harm him?”
“Anyone co
“Yes.”
“No,” said Harwood. “It doesn’t make sense. I can assure you that everything is completely in accordance with the law. Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m really stuck here, Mr. Harwood, so I’m just casting around in the dark. As far as I can make out, Roy was last seen leaving his house and getting into a big light-colored car, probably an expensive model, with another man. As far as I know there were no signs of coercion, but it’s not out of the question, if the man was carrying a hidden gun or something. Later, possibly during the night, his computer was taken from his house, which was left unlocked. His mobile phone was lying on the kitchen table. There were no signs of a struggle. I’ve considered kidnapping, and it might still be a possibility, though there’s been no ransom demand yet. Roy’s a wealthy man.”
Harwood stroked his chin. “Not that wealthy, I wouldn’t have thought.”
“It’s all relative,” said Banks. “People have been kidnapped for less, I should imagine.”
“True enough. But wouldn’t there have been some sort of communication by now? When did you say this happened?”
“Friday night. Yes, it’s been nearly two days and I’ve heard nothing so far. Which leads me to think it’s something else. It just doesn’t look like a bunch of thugs, that’s all. More like… I don’t know.”
“Organized crime?”
“It’s a possibility,” said Banks. “But what co
“None that I know of,” said Harwood. “Just an idea I was tossing out. I mean, I don’t even know what those people do. It’s not as if it’s just the Mafia anymore, is it? One reads about Russians and Yardies and Vietnamese gangs. People who’d cut your throat as soon as look at you. Who knows?”
Banks took a copy of one of Roy’s digital photos out of his briefcase and set it on the table. “Do you know either of these men?”
Harwood pointed to Lambert and spoke coldly. “Well, I know him. That’s Gareth Lambert. But I can’t say I know the other one.”
“You know Lambert?”
“Oh, yes. Roy and I have done a bit of business with him in our time. Not for a while, mind you. He disappeared from the scene.”
“He’s back.”
Harwood frowned. “I didn’t know that.”
“Interesting,” said Banks, putting the photo away. “I mean, that Roy would know, but not you.”
“Gareth Lambert and I had a disagreement some years ago,” said Harwood. “We haven’t communicated since.”
“What about?”
“A private business matter.”
“I see. Do you know how I can get in touch with him?”
“As far as I know, he moved to Spain.”
“Big country. You don’t have his address?”
“No. As I said, we had a falling-out. I no longer have any interest in where Mr. Lambert is or what he does.”
Banks would have liked to know more about that falling-out, but Harwood was a shrewd businessman, good at keeping secrets, at holding his cards close to his chest. “Did Roy ever mention anything that led you to believe he was up to something dodgy?”
“No. Not that he would have told me. Sometimes, in the business world, ignorance is bliss.”
“Is it possible he stumbled across something? Maybe someone was stealing and he found out about it?”
“From one of the centers?”
“Wherever.”
“I have nothing to do with the day-to-day ru
“What about Roy?”
“Your brother’s a hands-on sort of investor. He likes to know how the businesses operate, likes to put faces to names. I imagine he’s been doing the rounds.”
“So it’s likely he visited the centers?”
“I should think so. Some of them.”
“Could he have stumbled on some sort of fraud or something?”
“We keep a pretty close eye on the figures. I think we’d know if anyone was bleeding the company.”
“What about stuff going missing? Drugs, for example.”
“They’re strictly controlled.” Harwood looked at his watch. “Look,” he said, standing up to leave, leaning over the table with his palms spread on its surface, “I have to go now. I don’t know whether you consider me a suspect in whatever you think is going on, but I want you to know that Roy’s a valued friend. If I can help you in any way, please don’t hesitate to get in touch again.”
“Very well,” said Banks. “Thank you for your time.”
Harwood walked off. Banks finished his cigarette, then stubbed it out and set off along Old Brompton Road. He turned through the narrow arch into the mews and reached for Roy’s key. Just as he put it in the lock, someone grabbed his arm and a familiar voice said, “You’re nicked.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“You look like death warmed over.”
“Thanks. You know, you shouldn’t go around creeping up on people like that doing your Sweeney impersonation. You might get hurt.”
“You do seem very jumpy.”
“Maybe I’ve got good reason to be.”
“Care to tell me about it?”
Banks gave A
They were sitting in Roy’s kitchen, afternoon sunlight pouring in through the open window. Banks picked a bottle of Château Kirwan from the wine rack and A
“Who’s going first?” A
“How did you find me?”
“That doesn’t matter. The point is that I have found you.”
“No,” said Banks. “The point is, why were you looking for me? Why come all the way down here when I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do?”
“You really don’t know?”
“I’ve got no idea. As far as you’re concerned, I’m on holiday. Do you know something I don’t?”
“Lots of things, probably.”
“No need to be sarcastic.”
A
“I’m sorry,” A
Banks caught her eye for a moment, then gazed past her out of the window. There were flowering shrubs outside in the backyard, and A
Banks didn’t flinch when she touched him, but he didn’t say anything at first, just kept staring over her shoulder, through the window. Finally, he turned his eyes back to her.
“You’re right,” he said. “I feel as if I’ve been a long, long way from everything that used to matter, but I’m getting closer again.”
“Light at the end of the tu
“And all the other clichés. Yes.”
“I’m glad,” A