Peter Hamilton - The Mandel Files

She allowed herself a rueful grin. “Midnight, he says. It’s gone three.”

Then Victor Tyo and one of his squad members carried Katerina in between them. She’d begun to hum tunelessly.

Julia stared at her old schoolfriend, humour and toughness leaching from her face. Whatever zombie incarnation she’d been girding herself for, it wasn’t a match for the mental-husk reality provided.

Katerina was lowered on to the settee, utterly uninterested in her environment.

Julia sent Greg a silent desperate plea that this was some awful nightmare, not real.

Walshaw frowned disapprovingly at the grubby rope wrapped round Katerina’s wrists. Greg pointed to the fresh scratches on his face.

“See if you can find some padded cuffs,” Walsaw told Victor. “And tell Dr Taylor to stand by. She’ll probably need sedating.”

Victor nodded crisply and departed, happy to be out of the office.

Julia sank down on to the settee, peering timidly at the beautiful empty shell slumped quiescently beside her. “Kats? Kats, it’s me, Julia. Julie. Can you hear me, Kats? Please, Kats. Please.”

Katerina’s lost eyes swam round. “Julie,” she sighed inanely. “Julie. Never thought it would be you. They bring so many others for me, but never you. It’s late, isn’t it? I can feel it. It’s always late when they come for me. We’ll be good, won’t we, Julie? You and I, when he watches? If we’re good then I can go to him afterwards.”

“Yah,” Julia stammered. Her eyes had begun to brim with tears. “Yah, Kats, we’ll be good. The best. Promise.” She pulled her shawl off and tucked it clumsily around her friend’s trembling shoulders. “I’d like you to leave us alone now,” she said without looking round.

Greg had known some officers who could speak like that. Commanding instant obedience. Rank had nothing to do with it, their voice plugged directly into the nervous system.

As he left the office he saw Julia tenderly smoothing back Katerina’s dishevelled tresses.

The corridor was narrow with a high ceiling, built from composite panels which cut up the original open-plan floor into a compartmented maze. A pink-tinged biolum strip ran overhead, its unremitting luminescence showing up the threadbare rut running down the centre of the chestnut carpet squares.

Walshaw closed the door behind him. Rachel moved down towards the lift, giving them a degree of privacy.

“I’ve been doing some checking this afternoon,” Walshaw said. “There’s a clinic on Granada which claims it can cure phyltre addiction.”

“Successfully?” Greg asked.

“Forty per cent of the patients recover. I was wondering. Miss Thompson, isn’t it?”

Gabriel was resting with her back flat on the wall, head tilted back, eyes closed, her breathing shallow. Greg recognized the state, he’d seen it in the mirror often enough. That relentless enervation which siphoned the vitality out of every cell.

“Morgan, to someone of your age and ex-rank I’m Gabriel, OK? But no, I can’t tell if it works with Katerina. That’s too far into the future.”

“I don’t think Julia will give up,” Greg said. “Not now.”

“No, I don’t suppose she will,” Walshaw agreed.

“You know Kendric di Girolamo is going to have to be eliminated, don’t you?” Greg said.

Walshaw reached up languidly and began massaging his neck. “Eventually, yes.”

“No. Not eventually. You’ve seen what he’s done to that girl; and that was just for fun. The guy’s an absolute loon. Tell you, I’ve seen inside his mind. Homicidal psychopath isn’t the half of it. Julia needs head of state level protection while he’s on the loose, no messing.”

“Julia has been badgering me to do the same thing. She is even more intent than you, if anything.”

“Hardly surprising, after what she went through with Kendric. Paedophile shit.”

Walshaw turned his head very slowly until he was staring directly at Greg. “What?”

“Kendric and Julia; he seduced her. You didn’t know?”

“She hates Kendric.”

“Not always,” Greg said. He couldn’t ever remember seeing Walshaw so thrown before, not even the blitz and the possibility of a leak in the giga-conductor project had upset him this much. Another of Julia’s secret admirers.

“So that’s what is behind this sudden urge for blood,” Walshaw said tightly.

“It’s not just a wronged girl’s lex talionis. Kendric is dangerous, believe me.”

“I do.” For a second the security chief looked heartbroken. Greg was suddenly glad he didn’t have the use of his gland at that moment, there were some secrets people were entitled to keep. He guessed Julia had become a surrogate daughter to Walshaw over the years. That strange character flaw of his, the need to have someone to provide him with a purpose in life.

“Kendric can’t be eliminated right now, dangerous though he undoubtedly is,” Walshaw said. “Your episode with Charles Ellis at the Castlewood condominium confirms there is someone else involved, the organizer of the blitz. Kendric couldn’t have arranged for the sniper at Ellis’s penthouse, because he didn’t know Wolf. Which makes Kendric our last link with the organizer. And we have to find out who that is.”

“But Wolf knew Kendric,” Greg said. “Weird.”

“Not really,” said Gabriel. “The organizer is their link, a one-way databus who passes on all Kendric’s intelligence to Wolf. But there’s no return flow, Wolf has nothing Kendric needs to know. And Kendric would’ve told the organizer that you’d confronted him, that you knew about Wolf. So the organizer fixed for the sniper. Morgan here is right, Greg. We can’t get rid of Kendric, he’s your only hard lead left. In fact he ought to watch out, the organizer must realize that, too.”

“Shit,” Greg muttered in frustration. “Kendric won’t take us to the organizer, not now. He’s too smart. They’ll never contact each other again.”

Gabriel opened her eyes. “Snatch him,” she said flatly. “That’s your only option. Snatch Kendric. Interrogate him. Snuff him.”

“Risky,” said Walshaw. “A quick clean kill is one thing, snatches have a tendency to get messy no matter how good the hardliners you use. Lots of questions asked.”

“My precognition would make sure there’s no mess.”

“I’ll authorize it,” Julia said firmly.

Greg hadn’t seen her emerge from Walshaw’s office. But now she stood in the corridor, head held high, in complete control of herself, as if the bomb-blast of Katerina had never happened. No longer the ivory-tower habitue, but very much the Princess Regent. Some small part of him mourned the passing of the timid, sweet girl he’d first met on a sunny March day. Innocence was the most appealing of human traits.

Morgan Walshaw shifted uneasily as Julia’s chillingly bright gaze turned on him, demanding. “If that’s what it takes to sort this out, then that’s what’ll happen,” she said. “It’s bad enough having Kendric coming at me like this, but unknown enemies as well, that’s totally out. I’m not having it. And the snatch is the way to unmask them. That bastard Kendric has been banking that we won’t fight him on his own level. Well, his credit has just run out.”

“Julia-” Walshaw said.

“No arguments, just do it!”

Greg could see how much effort it took Walshaw to retain control, no espersense needed for that.

“It isn’t up to me, Miss Evans.”

Julia realized she might’ve overstepped the limit. “I’m sorry, Morgan. It’s Kats, you see, she keeps asking for him. Doesn’t say anything else. Bastard. I think she’ll have to be sedated.”

“OK.” He raised a cybofax and muttered into it. “Doctor’s on her way.”