Quintin Jardine - Deadly Business

He gazed at her. When it comes to hypnotic looks, Natalie was an amateur compared to him; she couldn’t break away.

‘Trouble was,’ he continued softly, ‘the name was coughed out twice. Same man, same blood group, same nationality, same passport number, married in Las Vegas four years three months and five days ago to Miss Natalie Morgan, of Edinburgh, Scotland. Legally recorded, and never annulled in the great state of Nevada, nor, I will bet you, anywhere else. You didn’t have time, did you? Susie was so ill that you took the chance and let Duncan go ahead and tie the double knot.’

She shrunk, visibly, into the big chair. When she looked at me, she wasn’t super-confident, arrogant Natalie any more, she was just a scared lady.

‘I have all the paperwork, copies of every document,’ Miles told her. ‘There’s a warrant out in Vegas for Culshaw even now. I’ve got no doubt the Edinburgh police will issue one for you as soon as we’ve seen them, for conspiracy, by encouraging your lawful husband to commit bigamy. After that, they’ll see how many other laws you’ve broken.’

‘And as for your takeover bid,’ I added, ‘that is royally fucked, if you’ll excuse my Catalan. Since Duncan and Susie’s marriage was never legal, he can never have been Janet and wee Jonathan’s stepfather, so he can’t have committed their shares in your support. We’ve already been to see Susie’s executor. He’ll have called the cops himself by now, Natalie, and set them on your husband. You’re next, just one phone call away.’

She picked up her wine and drained it. I pushed the rest of mine across the desk, and she did that in too. She looked out of the window for a while, then back at me. ‘What’s the way out?’ she asked.

‘What makes you think there is one, lady?’ Miles drawled.

‘There’s always a way out,’ she replied, ‘if you look for it.’

‘Why should we want to?’ I asked.

‘But you do,’ she countered, ‘otherwise you’d have made that one phone call by now. What do you want?’

I looked at Miles; he nodded. ‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Here it is. You make the phone call; not to the police but to Diego Fabricant, instructing him to agree to the winding up of Babylon Links PLC and to return the Gantry Group’s cash. Next, you announce this afternoon that you’ve dropped your takeover bid. All this happens before we leave this building. Agreed?’

She nodded. ‘Yes. Relatively cheap at the price, I suppose.’

‘Ah,’ I continued, ‘but I’m not done yet. Tomorrow morning you’ll receive a counter-offer for Torrent PLC from an American venture capital fund. Its owner is a significant shareholder in Gantry, who’ll be very happy by then, since he’ll have made a tidy gain on his investment yesterday. You were out to pick up our company for about one-third of its real value. This offer will be generous by comparison. It’ll offer you fifty per cent of yours.’

‘What?’ she gasped. ‘Do you expect me to accept that?’

‘Yes,’ Miles said. ‘Absolutely. I’ve looked at your accounts. I pulled them from Companies House before we drove through here. They’re wide open; Torrent PLC is significantly overvalued, and its assets are a lot less than people think they are. It doesn’t even own this building; that belongs to the same offshore company that owns your house, and you own that, so you’re out of sympathy. Fifty per cent is okay, so when my friend Buddy’s offer is on the table, if you don’t accept it, we walk away, you go to jail, your client base evaporates, you go bust and the liquidator comes after you for your private wealth. You’re not as smart as you thought you were, Miss Morgan, but you ain’t stupid either. You’ll still be left with a few million. I think it’s crazy to let you go, but it’s what’s Primavera wants; I’d have turned you in without a second thought. Deal or no deal? You have five seconds.’

‘Deal,’ she sighed. She looked shell-shocked.

So, why had I asked Miles to let her off lightly? Let’s just say I’m a kind person at heart. Within limits. ‘One final condition,’ I told her. ‘When we leave here, you do not get in touch with Duncan. I know where he is, or at least where he’s going, and the pleasure of breaking the great news to him has to be all mine.’

I poured the last of the tainted Fransola into one of the glasses and we left her there, to dwell at length upon the speed with which the world can be turned upside down by a single reckless act driven by over-confidence.

‘What she said, about Susie,’ Miles murmured as we walked towards the lift. ‘About how she got those business awards. That wasn’t true, was it?’

‘Nah!’ I replied. ‘Maybe one or two in her time, but not all of them.’

Liam was waiting in the lobby downstairs. He looked at me as I stepped out of the lift and I nodded.

‘All of it?’ he asked.

‘The works; she’s a pragmatist. She had this irrational hatred of Oz and Susie,’ I told him. ‘Hopefully she’s worked it out of her system now.’

‘Let’s hope so,’ he agreed. ‘To be honest, I didn’t think she’d agree to sell out, even though the Buddy guy’s offer was fair. To be even more honest, I don’t understand why he made it. He’s a US investor, this is Britain.’

Liam hadn’t been there when Miles had spoken with his pal; he and Tom had still been on the Hampden Park Stadium tour. (Tom wasn’t impressed, he confessed afterwards, having done the Camp Nou equivalent in Barcelona.) ‘There’s more to it,’ I said. ‘I’ll tell you about it later.’

We’d done a lot of planning, Miles and I, in a very short time. The first part of our scheme for dealing with Natalie and Duncan had gone as well as I’d dared hope. The second part lay ahead, and it was going to be made a hell of a lot easier by the luxury of having my brother-in-law’s plane at our disposal.

He’s been married to my sister for about fifteen years now. We’ve been close, he and I, for all that time, but I don’t believe I’ve ever seen him as up for anything as he was that day. He’s a guy who’s made it big in his career; because of that, inevitably he’d become used to doing everything at arms’ length. The search of the Las Vegas marriage records, for example: he’d told somebody to do it, and it had gotten done. Being involved in the aftermath, hands-on, had turned him into a kid at a lock-in in a sweetshop.

He, Liam and I joined Tom in the car, where he’d just eliminated the last Zombie Gunship on his iPad, and headed for Edinburgh Airport. On the way, I called the office and told Wylie to put the short-notice board meeting that we’d arranged on hold. I turned in the hire car, then we took a short taxi ride to the general aviation terminal, where the plane and its crew were waiting. It occurred to me as I got on board that the last time I’d been on a private aircraft the journey hadn’t ended where it was supposed to, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and trusted in the singularity of lightning strikes.

Miles’s pride and joy was the newest Beechcraft passenger jet, the aviation equivalent of a Roller. It isn’t very big, but it can do Los Angeles to Scotland in one jump with a couple of thousand miles left in the tank, so the journey we were about to take was a short hop in its terms. I slept for most of it. The last couple of days had taken more out of me than I’d realised, and I’d nodded off before we reached cruise height.

When Liam roused me, we were a hundred miles short of Nice, our destination airport, and it was six forty-five, Central European Time. Immediately, I thought of Susie, who’d been on the same flight path, and who would never waken again.