Robert Goddard - Name To a Face

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The brain-teasing new thriller from the “master of the clever twist.”
A sequence of extraordinary events over the past 300 years provides the links in a chain of intrigue, deceit, greed and murder:
The loss of HMS Association with all hands in 1707.
An admiralty clerk's secret mission thirty years afterwards.
A fatal accident during a dive to the wreck in 1996.
An expatriate's reluctant return home ten years later. The simple task he has come to accomplish, shown to be anything but. A woman he recognizes but cannot identify.
It's a conspiracy of circumstances that is about to unravel his life. And with it, the past.

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Carol rose unsteadily to her feet. She shot Harding a glance that was at once resigned and despairing.

“Going somewhere?” Whybrow enquired.

“I need another drink.” She picked up her glass and headed for the kitchen.

“You have much less to say for yourself than when we last met, Tim.” Whybrow unclasped his hands and smiled patronizingly at Harding. “Perhaps you feel you said too much on that occasion.”

“I have nothing to say to you.

“That’s a pity. I was hoping you could satisfy my curiosity on one point. This… thing… you have with Hayley This… rêve d’amour. Do you seriously expect it to last? I mean, quite apart from the age difference, there’s her psychiatric history to be taken into consideration. Don’t you think you might be-”

Harding had lunged at Whybrow before he was even aware of the intention forming in his brain. His need to shut the man’s mouth was overwhelming and irresistible, as much a physical reflex as a mental reaction. The blow he aimed would have driven Whybrow’s teeth down his throat.

But the blow never landed. Whybrow dodged it with ease, twisting out of reach and sliding off the couch, then countering with a crunching kick to Harding’s midriff and a deftly imposed arm-lock. Suddenly, Harding was on his knees, the side of his head pressed down heavily against the glass table top, his left arm scissored up between his shoulderblades, his right anchored to the floor by the weight of Whybrow’s foot on his hand.

“Thanks for being stupid enough to try that, Tim,” Whybrow hissed into his ear. “Your attempt to blackmail me earlier today made me angry. And I don’t like feeling angry. It upsets me. It disrupts my sense of order. It provokes me.” His grip was tightening, the force he was exerting steadily increasing. Harding’s view through the window of the tower blocks of Monte Carlo was blurring as the pressure and the pain mounted. He wondered which would break first: his arm, or the glass his cheekbone and temple were being ground against. He had clenched every muscle and was straining to break free. But Whybrow was too strong for him. In truth, he always had been. “Do you understand, Tim? This is your fault. This is all your fault.” He grasped a handful of Harding’s hair by the roots, raised his head an inch or so, then slammed it down. Harding heard something crack. “Do you understand?” Harding’s head was yanked up again, higher than before.

And suddenly Whybrow’s grip slackened. There was a gurgling noise in his throat. Something hot and wet was flooding onto Harding’s back. His head was pushed down almost gently. His left arm was released. Then his right. Whybrow dropped onto one knee. Blood, thick and vivid red, flowed across the table and down onto the floor. Harding raised his head and looked round. He saw Carol standing above him, a long-bladed kitchen knife in her hand, the blade glistening red to the hilt. Then he saw Whybrow clutching his stomach, from which blood was gushing freely, struggling to rise, grimacing with the effort, jaw tight, eyes squeezed into slits, breath snorting in and out, feet scrabbling.

Somehow, he made it. There was blood everywhere now. On the carpet, the table, the couch. On Harding’s shirt and Carol’s suit. Whybrow tried to speak, but only a strangled slur emerged. He staggered forward, his shoes squelching in the blood pooling beneath him. Three stooping, tottering strides took him to the window. He turned and squinted at Harding and Carol, as if trying to focus on distant, receding objects he was no longer sure were actually still within sight. He stretched out a hand towards them. He opened his mouth. He gagged. Then he fell back heavily against the window. The pane shuddered but did not break. He slid slowly down into a sitting position, blood-tracks smeared on the glass behind him. Still he tried to focus. Then something went out inside him. His head fell forward. He slumped to one side.

All movement ceased. Time froze. And the only sound was blood dripping onto blood.

FIFTY-THREE

Carol put the knife down on the table with exaggerated care. Harding laid a hand gently on her shoulder. Something between a gasp and a sob escaped her. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, then held up her hands to signal that she was not about to break down; she was in control.

“Listen to me carefully, Tim,” she said. “I’ll have to phone the police soon. You shouldn’t be here when they arrive. It would only… complicate things. Put something of Barney’s on. His clothes will hang off you, but… you can’t leave looking like that. There’s blood all over you. You weren’t here when it happened, OK? It was just… me and Tony. He admitted hiring Barney’s killer. He taunted me. I cracked and let him have it. Crime of passion. They go easy on that kind of thing here, don’t they? So, don’t worry about me. I’ll get off lightly. You see if I don’t. I’ll need you to testify in my defence, though. You’ll do that, won’t you?”

“Carol-”

“You will do that, won’t you?”

“Of course. But-”

“I don’t regret it, you know.” She turned and stared unflinchingly at the sagging, crumpled, still-bleeding mess of clothing and flesh that was all there was left of the coiled strength and nimble cunning of Tony Whybrow “I used the same knife Hayley held to my throat. It was in my hand when the fight started. I’d already decided what to do with it. Barney was a good man. A rogue, of course.” She shook her head in fond remembrance. “But a lovable one. Except that I didn’t love him, did I? Not enough, anyway. Well, I’ve made up for some of that… neglect… today.” She looked round at Harding, as if she had suddenly remembered he was still there. “Go, Tim. Now. Leave me to it.”

“I can’t.”

“Don’t be stupid. Or noble. Or… whatever it is you’re being. Just go.”

“There’s bound to be lots of forensic evidence that a third person was involved in this, Carol. You’ll never be able to cover it up. Once the police realize you’re trying to trick them, they’ll treat you as a murderer. But it wasn’t murder. You and I both know that. Whybrow meant to kill me. Something in him had snapped. He was… angry. Like he said. Angry-and dangerous.” Harding touched the side of his face and winced. “I think he broke my cheekbone. And he wouldn’t have stopped there. You had to do it. OK? You had no choice.”

“They’ll never believe that.”

“Yes. They will. Because it’s the truth. And it fits the facts the way the truth does. I for one have had enough of lies and deceptions and carefully manipulated versions of events. This is where we stop running from the truth, Carol, you and I. This is where we face up to every part of it.”

“What about Hayley? You could go to her now. Take off somewhere. Be free.”

“We’re all going to face up to it. Hayley included. And then we’ll all be free.”

“Is that really how it’ll be?”

“Yes. I truly believe it is.”

“And I have to trust you on that?”

“You do.”

“One last time.”

“Exactly.” Harding shaped a smile. “One last time.”

Several seconds passed. Carol’s breathing slowed as she held Harding’s gaze and studied him, checking something she saw in him against something she knew in herself. Then she nodded. It was a moment of complete understanding between them; perhaps the very first such moment. “I’ll make that call,” she said softly.

They waited outside for the police to arrive. Carol paced the terrace, chain-smoking, while Harding stood by the pool, staring into the water. When his phone rang, he answered at once.

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