Ian Rankin - Tooth and Nail

But Rebus had dialled and was now waiting for the call to be answered. It seemed to take forever. And meantime, the BMW had nipped across an amber traffic light;

'Hold tight,' Rebus said, baring his teeth. The horn was a banshee-'wail as they pushed past' the waiting traffic and flew across the intersection, traffic from left and right braking hard. One car dented the back of another. A, motorcycle slewed on the greasy road. But they, were across. The BMW was. still in sight, less than half a dozen cars ahead now, yet still apparently unaware of ' the pursuing demon.

Finally, the call was answered.

'It's Rebus here.' Then, for his passenger's sake: 'Detective Inspector Rebus. I need to speak to Flight. Is he there?' There was a long pause. The connection crackled wildly, as though about to short out altogether. Rebus gripped the handset between hunched shoulder and angled cheek, driving with both hands' to take first one bend and then another.

'John? Where are you?' Flight's voice sounded metallic and distant.

'I'm in a car,' said Rebus, 'a car I commandeered. I'm following Chambers. He's got Lisa Frazer with him. I don't think she knows he's the Wolfman.'

'But for Christ's sake, John, is he the Wolfman?'

'I'll ask him when I catch him. Did you send any cars to the Old Bailey?'

'I sent one, yes.'

'That was generous.' Rebus saw what was ahead. 'Oh shit!' He braked hard, but not hard enough. The old lady was shuffling slowly across the zebra crossing, her shopping trolley a step behind her like a pet poodle. Rebus swerved but couldn't avoid winging the trolley. It flew into the air as though fired from a cannon, dispensing groceries as it went: eggs, butter, flour, cornflakes raining down on the road. Rebus heard the woman screaming. At worst she'd have a broken arm. No, at worst the shock would kill her.

'Oh shit,' he said again.

The judge was staring out of the rear window. 'I think she's all right,' he said.

'John?' It was Flight's tin-can voice on the line. 'Who was that speaking?'

'Oh,' said Rebus. 'That was the judge. It's his Jaguar I've commandeered.' He had found the windscreen wiper switch and was letting them deal with the pancake mixture on the windscreen.

'You what?' So that was what a roar sounded like. The BMW was still in sight. But it had slowed a little, perhaps aware of the incident behind it.

'Never mind,' said Rebus. 'Look, just get some patrol cars up here. We're on …' He glanced out of windscreen and side window, but could see no street signs.

'High Holborn,' said the judge.

'Thanks,' said Rebus. 'We're on High Holborn, George.'

'Wait a second,' said Flight.- There was a muffled exchange at his end of the line. Then he came back on again. He sounded tired. 'Please, John, tell me it isn't you behind these reports we're getting. The switchboards are lighting up like Christmas trees.'

.’That's probably us, George. We took a bollard out a little way back, caused a couple of accidents and now we've just sent an old woman's messages flying everywhere. Yes, that's us.'

If Flight groaned, he did so quietly. Then: 'What if it's not him, John? What if you're wrong?'

'Then it's all a bit of a balls-up, George, and I'll probably get to see what the inside of a dole office looks like, if not a prison cell.. Meanwhile, get those coppers down here!' Rebus looked at the handset. 'Judge, help me. How do I '

'Just press Power.' Rebus did, and the illuminated digits faded.

'Thanks,' he said.

The traffic was slowing, a jam of lights up ahead. 'And,' the judge was saying, 'if you intend using the apparatus again, I should probably inform you that it can be used in hands-free mode. Just dial and leave: it in its little compartment there. You'll be able to hear the caller and they'll be able to hear you.' Rebus nodded- his thanks. The judge's 'head was close to Rebus's ear, peering, over his shoulder at the road ahead.

'So,' he said excitedly, 'you think Malcolm Chambers is behind, all these killings?'-'

'That's right.'

'And what evidence do you have,Inspector?'

Rebus laughed, and tapped his head. 'Just this, your lordship, just this.'

'Remarkable,' said the judge. He seemed to be considering something. 'I' always thought Malcolm was rather an odd young man. Fine in court, of.course, very much the star prosecutor, playing to the gallery and what- have you. But outside the courtroom, he seemed very different. Oh, very different indeed. Almost sullen, as though his mind were wandering.'

His mind had wandered all right, thought Rebus, wandered all the way over the edge.

'Would you like to speak to him?'

'You think. I'm chasing him for a bet?'

The judge chuckled, pointing to the car-phone. 'I meant talk to him right now.'

Rebus went rigid. 'You mean you've got his number?' 'Oh yes.'

Rebus thought it over, but shook his head. 'No,' he said. 'He's got someone with him. An innocent woman. I don't want to panic him.'

'I see,' said the judge, settling back again. 'Yes, I suppose you're right. I hadn't thought of that.'

And then there was an electric purring inside the car, was the phone, its display illuminated now and flashing. Rebus handed the set to the judge.

'Probably for you,' he said drily.

'No,' said the judge, 'just put it back and press Receive.'

Rebus did so. Only then did the judge speak. 'Hello?' The voice was clear, the reception signal strong.

'Edward? Is that you following me?'

It was Chambers' voice, sounding amused about some thing. The judge' stared at Rebus, who could offer no suggestion, for an answer.

'Malcolm?' said the judge, his composure intact. 'Is that you?'

'You should know. You're only about twenty yards behind me.'

'Am I? Which road are you on?'

The voice altered, taking on an edge' of sudden viciousness. 'Don't fuck with me, Ted! Who's- driving' the fucking car? — Can't be you, you haven't even got a licence. Who is it?'

The judge looked to Rebus- again, seeking guidance. They listened together in silence and heard Lisa's faint voice.

'What's going on?' she was saying. 'What's happening?'

Then Chambers's voice. 'Shut up, bitch! You'll get yours.' The voice rose a chilling octave, sounding like a bad female impersonator,' making the hairs on Rebus's neck bristle. 'You'll get yours.' Then it dropped again, speaking into the handset. 'Hello? Who's that? Who's there? I can hear you breathing, you little shit.' Rebus bit his lip. Was it better to let Chambers know, or to stay silent? He stayed silent.

,’Oh well,' said Chambers with a sigh, as though resigned to this stalemate. 'Out she goes.'

Ahead, Rebus saw the BMW's passenger door swing open as the car veered onto the pavement.

'What are you doing!' screamed Lisa. 'No! No! Let me go!'

'Chambers!' Rebus yelled towards the handset. 'Leave, her!' The. BMW swerved back into the road, the door drifting shut. There was a pause.

'Hello,', said Chambers's voice. 'To whom am I speaking?'

'My name's Rebus. We met at '

'John!' It was Lisa's voice, very afraid now, almost hysterical. The sound of the slap was a static crack in Rebus's ear.

'I said leave. her!' Rebus yelled.

'I know. you did,' said Chambers, 'but then you're hardly in a position to give orders. Anyway, now that I know you two know each other, that makes things interesting, doesn't it, Inspector?'

'You remember me?'

'I have — an; intimate knowledge of everyone on the Wolfman case. I've taken an interest in it from the: start for obvious 'reasons. There was always someone around willing to tell what they knew.'

'So you could keep one step ahead?'

'One step?' Chambers — laughed. 'You: flatter yourself. So tell me, Inspector, what do we do now?' Do you stop your car Edward's car, I should say or do I kill your friend here? Do you know, she wanted to ask me — about the psychology of court trials. She couldn't have picked better, could she, the little bitch?' Lisa was sobbing. Rebus could hear her, and every sound: cut him a little' deeper. 'Picture in, the paper,' Chambers was cooing. 'Picture in the paper with the big tough detective.'