“Look.”
Pulling himself up to peer over the wheel he saw the BMW pull out onto the road. “I’ll try.”
“No swerving about.”
He turned the key. “I’ll try.”
The roads were too quiet to stay close without being seen and Sean hung back, making Paddy worry that they would lose Lafferty at every corner and junction. Soon they were out of the tangle of suburban streets and following the big open road to the north of the city.
Paddy clung to the back of the passenger seat, watching the distant red taillights, promising Vhari Burnett that she wouldn’t walk away this time. Vhari had died to protect Kate, she was certain of this now, and Thillingly had killed himself because he let the sisters down. Paddy had to do the right thing this time. She couldn’t take Lafferty on herself, though, and Sean wasn’t a fighter; Lafferty might easily kill them both.
Before long they had left the main road and were following a winding single strip of tarmac bordered by vegetation. Sean was having trouble keeping the car inconspicuous, but he dropped back so that the car was invisible ahead of them, reappearing just as they turned a corner. He flicked the lights off.
“Sean, that’s not safe.” Paddy had to blink hard to make out the road in front of them.
“It’s okay.” He leaned over the steering wheel and peered ahead. “I know this road. We took it last night. They’re headed to Killearn.”
“Are you sure?”
“Aye. I remember that bend in the road back there.”
“Stop if you see a phone box.”
“What for?”
“I’m going to call the police.”
He drove on for a minute. “Paddy, who is this guy?”
She didn’t know what to say. “He’s a bad man. He’s got a woman in there and he’s going to kill her.”
Sean dropped speed rapidly until the car stopped dead.
Paddy slapped his shoulder. “Go. Go!”
He pointed out of the passenger window. “Phone,” he said simply.
A red phone box stood by the side of the road. The bordering hedge was trimmed carefully around it and the light in the ceiling glowed pale yellow in the dark.
Paddy scrambled out of the car, feeling in her pocket for a five-pence piece. The dial unfurled slowly after each nine and she held the five pence poised above the slot. She didn’t need it. The calm operator asked her whether she needed fire, police, or an ambulance.
“Police,” she said, watching the blind corner ahead of them, afraid they’d lose him completely. She told the police officer that a woman was being murdered in Huntly Lodge, Killearn.
“How do you know that, madam?”
“I’ve seen a man hitting her and now I can hear her screaming,” she lied.
“Uh huh.” He didn’t sound at all concerned. “You can hear her screaming now?”
“Yes.”
“I see, and your name is…?”
Her own name might be flagged up to Knox. She didn’t know who she could trust. “Mary Ann Knox,” she said. “Please hurry.”
“Yes, Miss Knox, and you can hear her screaming?”
“Yes.”
“I see, uh huh, well, the phone box you’re calling from is three miles from Killearn, so how can you hear her screaming?”
They weren’t going to come. Paddy looked at Sean sitting in the car. “I heard her screaming. Please come.”
“How do we know this isn’t a hoax?”
“You don’t want this to be the Bearsden Bird all over again,” she said, and hung up. She was back in the car and Sean pulled off before she had the door shut.
“They coming?”
“Aye,” she said, not sure at all. “Aye, they’ll come.”
For three long minutes they drove into the dark, following the road, not knowing if he was ahead of them or behind them or already parked in a lay-by, strangling Kate in a field, burying her helpless body in a shallow grave.
“There!” shouted Sean so suddenly he made Paddy catch her breath. Red taillights glinted on a far hill, following the road around a corner.
The road was straightening out as they came into the dark village and Sean hung back, letting the slow BMW take Killearn Main Street alone, following it down through a dip in the road to Huntly Lodge.
They had passed the gate to Huntly Lodge before Paddy had realized where they were.
“Was that it?”
Sean was concentrating on the road. “Was what it?”
“Was that the gate we stopped at last night?”
“Aye, it was. He’s driven past it. Should I stop?”
“No.” She sat back in the seat, stunned at the enormity of her mistake. She had called the cavalry to the wrong place. “No, keep following.”
The taillights led them on and Sean followed at a cautious distance. Paddy hoped that they were following the wrong car, that Lafferty had stopped at Huntly Lodge and met the police there, that the car in front of them was an innocent midnight driver, someone pleasant going home after a long night out in the city, but they saw him as he hit the top of a hill and it was Lafferty; she could see him in the front seat, his round bald head and broad shoulders clear in the moonlight.
They were out of the green soft hills now, away from the relatively flat farming land, following the road down the side of Loch Lomond. Steep hillsides rose to their right; wind-gnarled trees clung dramatically to the sheer rock. To their left the flat land led down to the gleaming waterside. Sean had to let Lafferty get lost ahead of them and for a while they weren’t even sure they were on the same road.
They came to a turn in the road, passing a small cottage partially hidden behind a set of trees. They wouldn’t have noticed it if the BMW lights weren’t still on. The front door of the cottage swung wide into the dark inside. The car doors lay open. Lafferty was inside.
Paddy waited until they were around the corner. “Stop here.”
Sean brought the car slowly to the side of the road. He looked at her in the mirror. “The police aren’t coming here, are they?”
“No. They’re not coming.” She looked out at the flat silver expanse of the loch. “We’re on our own.”
THIRTY-THREE. TWO TWENTY AN HOUR
I
Paddy opened the door, stepping out into a soft muddy bank that swallowed the sole of her boots.
“Fuck.”
Sean leaned over from the driver’s seat and whispered loudly. “Should I come too?”
Paddy tutted. “Of course ye should bloody come. This guy’s an animal.” She found herself echoing Burns’s words.
Sean climbed out of the car and looked anxiously back down the road. “Sure ye don’t want me to wait with the car?”
“He’s going to kill her. He’s built like a brick shithouse. I could do with a wee hand.”
“But the police…” Sean shrugged nervously. “Can’t we drive until we find a phone and tell them to come here?”
“She could be dead by then.”
“We could be dead.” He felt immediately ashamed and slipped her eye. “I didn’t really sign up for this.”
“Okay.” She was furious. “You just keep watch then.”
“I’m not much of a fighter, Paddy-”
“Please your fucking self, Ogilvy.”
“Paddy-”
“I’m trying to save someone’s life, here, I haven’t got time to squabble.”
“Can’t I-”
But she’d moved off already, creeping down the lane heading back to the cottage, angry at Sean and sick with fright. Reluctantly Sean tripped after her.
It was a small Victorian cottage, a miniature mansion. A low slate roof hung over the whitewashed walls; picturesque windows had black wooden shutters open at either side. The front door was low, the heavy black lintel giving it a frown, flanked by cast-iron foot scrapers for horse riders to clean their boots on.
Across the road Paddy and Sean hung back behind the trees. Through the front windows they could see light seeping through doorways from the hall. Lafferty believed he was alone: he didn’t need to leave the lights off anymore.