‘Why did you do that?’ Drew groaned. ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’
‘It’s my job. To find you and take you back.’
‘You fool. You have no idea…’
Ben motioned at the Rolls and snapped his fingers. ‘Enough. In the car,’ he commanded.
‘No,’ Drew said.
‘Don’t be stupid, Drew. You’ll get in the car, if have to stuff you in the boot. You really want to do this the hard way?’
‘Twenty minutes,’ Drew pleaded. ‘That’s all I ask. I’ll explain everything to you. Then you’ll know why I can’t let my boy go back there. I just can’t.’
‘You’ve got ten. Starting now. I’m listening.’
‘Ten, then. But not here,’ Drew said.
‘Here’s as good as anywhere.’
‘No, no. We have to go back to the apartment,’ Drew insisted. ‘You’ll understand. Trust me. Please.’
14
The police sirens ululating over Monte Carlo signalled that the cops were furiously searching for the stolen cars and the thieves who’d made off with them in broad daylight. Their transport was just a little too conspicuous, so rather than risk getting caught Ben ditched it in a backstreet right on the edge of town. He and his two charges walked a little way and then hailed a taxi to take them to Drew’s apartment.
Ben knew he was being soft by letting Drew bring him here, but there was no possibility now that the guy could make a break for it and hope to get away from him again. The man seemed so forlorn and broken that Ben couldn’t bring himself to play hardball with him. If Drew had something to say, he at least deserved a few minutes to get it off his chest before he was carted home to face justice.
The apartment wasn’t exactly a typical desperado hideout. A penthouse crowning an exclusive block overlooking the harbour just a couple of minutes’ walk from where Ben had found the two of them, it was as palatial in size as it was luxurious. The place had more antiques than Sotheby’s, and some of the Oriental rugs draped over the polished marble floors were probably worth as much as the Rolls Royce Ben had trashed that day.
Seeing Ben’s surprised look, Drew explained that the apartment belonged to a former client, Prince Al-Naseem. Some years ago, Drew had travelled to Saudi Arabia to do a photo portrait of his prized pair of hunting goshawks. The Prince had been impressed enough with the result to grant him free use of the luxury apartment in Monaco whenever he needed it. ‘I never told Jessica about it,’ Drew sighed. ‘Never thought I’d ever use it.’
‘You’ll get your chance to tell her before too long,’ Ben said. ‘Now, ten minutes. Remember?’
Sitting on a plush sofa with Carl next to him, Drew took a deep breath and began to tell his story.
‘If Jessica’s hired you, then you probably know all about me. I was a drunk. I admit it. I was a bum. It’s not something I’m proud of. And when Jessica started seeing that Mike character, I got even worse. Like a fool I went and got myself so sloshed that I crashed the car that day. For the first time,’ he added, shamefaced, touching the fresh cut on his brow.
‘Wasn’t your fault, Dad,’ Carl said softly.
Drew lovingly caressed his hair. ‘Maybe not this time, son. I’m not much of a getaway driver. But the first time was my fault and I hate myself for it.’ He paused. ‘Carl, why don’t you go and play with your chess set while I talk to this man?’
‘Dad…’
‘Please, Carl.’
With the boy reluctantly gone from the room, Drew was able to speak more freely. ‘I felt like drowning myself after the accident. I’d not only risked Carl’s safety, the repercussions were devastating. Next thing I knew, Jessica had the restraining order slapped on me and I couldn’t even see my boy any more. Maybe I was being irrational. I know I was. But I blamed him for it.’
‘Mike?’ Ben asked.
Drew nodded. ‘That fucker was the reason I’d hit the bottle so hard this time. I wanted some kind of revenge. So even though I was banned from driving, I bought an old banger for cash, no tax or insurance, and started hanging about the house. I’d hide in the trees and spy on the place with binoculars. Saw him playing with my boy in the garden. I knew Carl didn’t like him either. He’d told me so. I suppose that could have been a consolation to me, but it just made me feel worse knowing that this slimy prick had taken my place. My role. My life. It was like he’d erased me, like I didn’t exist any more.’
Drew paused to reflect sadly. ‘God, I was so down, I could’ve just drunk myself into the ground at that point. But then, I don’t know, I just somehow focused. Look at this guy, I thought. What’s he got that I haven’t got? The answer was obvious. He was better looking than me, he was thinner than me, and he was probably a damn sight richer than me now that I’d squandered most of my money. Not to mention that he wasn’t a pitiful stumbling piss-artist, either. So I realised what I had to do to better myself. I poured all the booze down the drain and vowed I’d never touch another drop. Same with all the junk food. Off with the beard, the hair. I started exercising like crazy to lose weight, tried to eat right.’
‘And you started on the detox medication,’ Ben said.
‘You knew about that? It’s true. Christ, I’d have done anything to better myself. As time went by, I kept hanging about the house. Couldn’t help myself. I looked so different I don’t think they’d have recognised me, but I still made sure they never spotted me. I’d noticed the way Mike would often go off on his own for hours at a time, and I got this idea in my head that I should follow him and see what he was up to. I became obsessed with the idea that he was cheating on Jessica, seeing some other woman on the island. It made me so furious. I might have been a shit husband, but I’d never once been unfaithful in all the years we were married. I hatched a plan that if I could catch the scumbag at it, I could get him out of the picture. Then maybe, just maybe, Jessica would see how I’d changed and she’d take me back in and I’d have my family again.’
Ben could see the raw emotion on Drew’s face. He was being completely sincere.
‘So I started tailing Mike. And I found out where he was going. He wasn’t seeing another woman. He was meeting up with men.’
‘Meeting men?’ Ben echoed. ‘You mean—?’
‘Uh-huh. Well, that was my initial thought, at least. They’d meet up in cafés, on the ferry. I took pictures with a long lens. There were two different men, but it was always a one-on-one meeting. I never saw them going into hotel rooms or anywhere private like that, but I was sure there was more to it. That’s when I brought on board a detective from the mainland.’
‘That would be Paul Finley in Dover?’
Drew glanced at Ben in surprise that he knew. ‘That’s right. The agency specialised in divorce and custody cases, infidelities, that kind of stuff. If someone was cheating on their wife or partner, they’d know about it. I went to Dover and hired them on the spot. I was convinced that we could nail Mike, and that Jessica would throw him out. Anyway, a while went by without contact. Then Finley phoned me to say he’d seen what I’d seen. He was keeping track of Mike’s mysterious little meetings. But he’d managed to get closer than me, and he didn’t think it was a gay thing at all. He said he thought Mike was passing information to these guys.’
‘What kind of information?’
‘Finley couldn’t tell. At least, not at first. Time went by and I didn’t hear anything from him. Then one day, he called me. Sounded excited, and anxious too. Said he’d found something out. Something very strange and disturbing. Those were his words. He wouldn’t say any more over the phone. What he did say was that he believed it had something to do with Carl.’