He snatched up the phone, looked at the list and punched in a number. It rang for a while before it was answered.
'South Hampstead Hospital.'
'Can I speak to Jessica Tam please?'
'She's off shift, I'm sorry. You've missed her.' The voice at the other end of the line was curt.
Delaney hung up and looked at the list again. She didn't live far from the hospital. He dialled her home number, it rang for a while but there was no answer. He stood up and hunched as best he could into his jacket.
'Come on, Kate. You can drive.'
'Let uniform deal, Jack,' Diane Campbell said, a warning tone in her voice. 'You are in no fit condition to do anything.'
'I can't just sit here, boss. By the time we get there she'll be home.'
'He's right, Diane,' Kate said as she stood up and put her own coat on.
Campbell sighed and lit another cigarette, calling out from her perch by the window as they walked to the door. 'Jack…'
'Yes.'
'Just be fucking careful.'
Jessica Tam fought desperately to stay awake as the man above looked down at her with the cold smile of an executioner.
It had all happened so quickly: she had opened her door, hardly registering the dark-haired man standing there before he had moved quickly forward, there was a sharp prick in her neck and her legs had gone rubbery beneath her. Unable even to speak she had been bustled back into her house, the door kicked closed behind them, and she was laid on her couch. As the man looked at his watch, like an anaesthetist waiting for a sedative to take hold, she knew all too well what was going to happen next if she lost consciousness; she could see it in the absolute chill of his eyes. If she could just fight it. Keep awake, then there was hope. But she could almost feel the rhythm of her heart slowing. She tried to lift her head, but it felt as if a sandbag had been placed over it. Maybe it had. Her eyes flickered open very slightly, she tried to seize the light, draw herself up along it. But she just felt so tired. So very, very tired. Her eyes closed again and she half formed the thought to fight it, to open them again, and then the thought died.
Kate pulled her car behind a Land Rover parked on pavement outside the nurse's house, and cut the engine.
'You wait here, Kate,' Delaney said.
'I'm coming with you. No arguments.'
Delaney shrugged and regretted it immediately as spikes of pain shot through his battered shoulders. They got out of the car and walked towards the house. Delaney looked through the back windows of a blue Transit van that was parked outside, but he couldn't make anything out, the windows were too deeply tinted.
Inside, Michael Hill couldn't believe his eyes as he crouched low and looked through the window. Jack Delaney and his bitch of a girlfriend walking towards the door. How the hell had he tracked him down? The man had the detecting skills of a blind goose. So far everything had had to be laid out on a plate for him. He hefted Jessica Tam under one arm and lifted the tranquilliser gun, which he had reloaded, in the other. There was nowhere to go. He pointed the gun at the door and waited.
The doorbell rang. He stayed motionless. It rang again. He could hear Delaney move around the side of the house, peering in the windows, but he wasn't visible in the hall. The bell rang a third time. He held the nurse tighter to him, grateful that she was so small.
After another couple of minutes he heard footsteps moving away. Then a car engine starting up and the car pulling away. He let out the breath he had unconsciously been holding and propped his arm under Jessica Tam and around her waist. Walking her to the door as if she had had too much too drink.
He opened the door and manoeuvred her clumsily towards his vehicle. He was halfway there when Delaney stepped around from the side of the van and pointed a pistol at him.
'Your exhaust pipe is still hot.'
Michael Hill stiffened, holding the gun against the petite nurse's head.
'I'll kill her.'
Delaney looked at the man's curly brown wig. Could see the madness dancing in his dark eyes. He had no doubt at all that he meant what he said.
'You pull that trigger and you're a dead man.'
'Maybe I'm a dead man anyway. But we're not finished here yet. I'm a force of nature, Delaney.'
Delaney looked at him and wondered at his own hesitation. Earlier that day he had been unable to kill a man responsible for the death of his wife and the death of his unborn baby. Something in him had changed, that much was clear. A couple of months ago he wouldn't have hesitated. He'd have put a bullet in each of Mickey Ryan's kneecaps first and then put one in his head. He looked at the frail woman who had tried so hard to help him all those years ago. He was powerless. He looked at the expression in the man's eyes facing him. He took a step closer, saw the pupils grow wider as though the man had come to some kind of decision. He moved slowly towards the man, positioning the barrel of the gun in the centre of his forehead.
'Drop the gun, Michael.'
'Look into my eyes, Delaney. You know I'll do it.'
Delaney looked in his eyes and then pulled the trigger. Michael Hill's head snapped back in a way the spine wasn't designed for. His dark brown wig fell off and as he crashed to the floor with his arms held out, his head landed with a wet, slapping thud, jolting one of the brown contact lenses he was wearing loose. He now had one brown eye and one blue and looked, Delaney thought, with his blond hair and white face exactly as David Bowie might have looked if he had carried on with the heroin.
The nurse, Jessica Tam, had fallen from his lifeless arms and was now laid across his body in an unnaturally intimate manner.
Delaney barely registered the sound of car tyres as Kate pulled back into the driveway. He picked the nurse up in his arms and carried her over to the car. Kate opened the door for him to lay her on the back seat and then leaned over her to check her vital signs. She put a finger on her carotid artery and then bent over to listen to her breathing.
'She's got a strong, steady rhythm, Jack. She's going to be fine. Just drugged, that's all.' She looked over at dead figure of Michael Hill and shuddered. 'Are you okay?'
Delaney looked down at his hand, which was trembling now and nodded. 'I'm fine.'
He pulled out his phone, and turned his back to shield himself from the wind as he made a call.
'Jimmy, it's Jack. I've got Michael Hill. He's dead. He had a gun. We struggled. He lost.'
'Glad to hear it.'
'Don't be too glad. He didn't tell me where Sally Cartwright is.'
'I've got another address, Jack. One from his original application. His aunt's. She died recently.'
'Where is it?'
'About a quarter of a mile from where you are. Priory Road. Number thirty-two.'
'Put it out. I'll make my way there. And get an ambulance sent over here.'
'You reckon he needs it?'
'It's for the nurse. At least we saved one of them.'
Delaney walked over to the Michael Hill's supine body. He took the tranquilliser gun off him and put it in his pocket. Then wiped his own gun and put the dead man's hand over the grip of the gun, fitting his finger in the trigger guard. He squeezed the dead man's hand a couple of times and then used it to throw the gun on the floor about three feet away.
He walked back to Kate. 'You didn't see any of that. We struggled. His gun went off.' He ran his fingers through his hair, realising his hands were still trembling and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Kate stepped forward and hugged him. 'You can't save everyone, Jack.'
Delaney kissed the top of her head. 'I can try.'
Kate looked up at him and ran her hand over his unshaven face. 'What am I going to do with you?'
'I've got to go. The ambulance and the others won't be long. Will you be all right waiting here?'
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