‘Unfortunately they were already dead when the police got to them but they did well to find them so quickly,’ said Steven.
‘The papers didn’t say how they died…’
‘Cambodia 5,’ said Steven.
‘Oh my God,’ said Leila. ‘But how?’
‘That’s what everyone’s working on at the moment. How are things at your end? How’s the vaccine strain coming along?’
‘Still touch and go but I’m confident we could be ready on time if we keep up the sub-culture schedule and the Department of Health did something to keep the damned bureaucrats off my back.’
‘Is that a problem?’
‘I’ll say. They seem to be reneging on their original agreement. I’m getting continual requests from both the FDA and MHPRA for inspection visits to be made to the institute and quality testing to be done. I really don’t have time for all this nonsense right now.’
‘I thought that the powers-that-be had dealt with all that?’ said Steven.
‘The latest people to get in on the act are Auroragen. It seems like they’ve changed their minds about relaxing their own company regulations. They want to send people to take samples for testing and there isn’t time.’
‘I suppose they’re a bit sensitive about what happened last year when MHPRA pulled the plug on them,’ said Steven.
‘Maybe, but I wish they’d stop trying to make their problems mine.’
‘They lost a lot of money over contaminated vaccine last year.’
‘But it was their own staff who contaminated the vaccine,’ exclaimed Leila. ‘They should concentrate on putting their own house in order and let me take care of things at the institute.’
‘I take your point,’ agreed Steven. ‘I think everyone is getting a bit jumpy at the moment. Nerves are strung to breaking point.’
‘Well, I have turned all requests for visits down,’ said Leila. ‘The technicians and I have been working our butts off to get this vaccine strain ready in time and I refuse to let a bunch of bureaucrats with clipboards make us miss the deadline. If they don’t like it I have a good mind to pull out of the whole thing and hand in my resignation. I feel that strongly.’
‘I’ll have a word with John Macmillan,’ said Steven. ‘If anyone can cut through red tape, he can.’
Leila’s voice softened, ‘Thank you, Steven,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry for sounding off at you. I suppose I’m just tired. Everything seems to be getting to me these days.’
‘I could offer you dinner and conversation…?’
‘I’d love to but I’m going to be at the lab until well after ten tonight.’
‘I understand.’
‘But you could come round after? We could have a nightcap perhaps?’
‘Wonderful,’ said Steven, ‘I’ll see you at the cottage about eleven?’
‘Quarter past.’
Steven had been feeling depressed before getting Leila’s call but now he was whistling softly as he dialled John Macmillan’s number.
‘I thought Lees at DOH had seen to all that,’ said Macmillan when Steven told him about the red tape problems that Leila was having. ‘I’ll get on to him. Not much I can do about Auroragen though,’ he added. ‘They’re a commercial enterprise.’
‘Maybe I should go see them?’ suggested Steven. ‘The personal touch might succeed where officialdom has failed.’
‘Wouldn’t do any harm,’ agreed Macmillan. ‘I’ll have Jean contact them and set something up. She’ll get back to you.’
‘God, I’m so sorry I’m late,’ said Leila as she got out of her car and came over to where Steven was sitting in his.
‘Nonsense,’ he said, smiling and getting out. ‘You’re a busy lady.’
‘It’s still very rude,’ said Leila. ‘And I’m sorry.’ She stood there looking up at Steven and he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
‘I wasn’t happy with the virus titre after the last sub-culture so I repeated it on a new batch of eggs.’
‘No need to explain, really’ said Steven. ‘I’m just happy to see you at all under the circumstances.’
‘Come, let’s set fire to the furniture and get warm,’ said Leila leading the way indoors.
‘It will be a close-run thing — red tape or hypothermia to drive me mad first,’ said Leila. ‘You get the fire from the bedroom; I’ll put the kettle on.’
‘I had a word with John Macmillan,’ called Steven as he plugged in the electric fire in the living room. ‘He’s going to do what he can to get the pen-pushers off your back and I’m going up to see the people at Auroragen to see if I can talk some sense into them.’
‘Thanks, Steven, I really appreciate it,’ Leila said from the kitchen.
‘Well, it’s a fair bet the opposition don’t have red tape to contend with.’
‘Are the police making any progress with their investigation?’ asked Leila as she put down two mugs of coffee on the table in front of the couch and then went over to a cupboard to return with a bottle of brandy and two balloon glasses. ‘I promised you a nightcap,’ she said.
‘All they’ve got to go on is a receipt from a petrol station. It’s not much.’
‘I suppose there’s a chance that the three men who died got the disease before they could do anything about growing up the virus.’
‘I’d like to think so but two of them were murdered so we know there’s a fourth person involved — maybe more — and there was no indication of what happened to the monkey.’
‘Murdered?’ exclaimed Leila and Steven explained.
Leila took a gulp of her brandy. ‘My God.’
‘You look done in.’
‘Another couple of weeks and it will all be done,’ sighed Leila. ‘Then I can sleep and sleep… and sleep.’
Steven wrapped his arm round her shoulders and Leila snuggled into him. ‘Thank you, Steven,’ she murmured.
‘For what?’
‘For being there and putting up with my bad temper. It’s good to know I have someone to call on. The people in London tell me nothing.’
‘It’s a way of life for them. Silence born of insecurity.’
‘Well, I’m grateful; I really am.’
Steven kissed her gently.
‘God, I am just so tired… I’m sorry. I’m such awful company.’
Steven kissed her again and put a finger to her lips. ‘There will be time enough for us when this is all over.’
‘Yes please,’ said Leila.
FOURTEEN
‘God has turned over a new leaf,’ said Giles on the phone to Steven. ‘He’s been kind to us. The attendant at the filling station remembers three Asian men in a Land Rover. Apparently they’d been in before and she got the impression that they were living or working locally. We’ve investigated and they weren’t employed anywhere within a ten mile radius of the garage but with the aid of the lab and an analysis of the muck that was in the tyres we think we know where they’ve been hanging out.’
‘Brilliant,’ said Steven. ‘Where?’
‘It’s an old mill property between Docking and Heacham called, Jessop’s Mill. We’ve checked with the agents and it’s under a six months lease agreement to a Mr Zahid.’
‘Who was one of the three men in the flat,’ said Steven. ‘Great work. I take it, you haven’t approached the place?’
‘Fat chance,’ said Giles. ‘DIS, MI5, Special Branch and the SAS are all tooling up to go in mob handed as we speak.’
‘Let’s hope they don’t get in each other’s way,’ said Steven.
‘They’ve graciously agreed that the police can come along for the ride,’ said Giles. ‘As long as we don’t interfere with the professionals…’
‘I’d like to join you.’
‘Be here in fifteen for the briefing.’
Steven was the last to arrive and was introduced to the others in the squad briefing room. There were about twenty men, all in civilian clothes apart from the SAS soldiers whose leader came over to Steven and offered his hand. ‘I understand you were regiment?’