looked thrilled to bits by the encounter.
Jett himself looked upset. His honey-sweet voice sounded strained. ‘Richard, Richard. Listen to me. I wanted you to do the book. I said that all along. Then out of the blue, Kevin dumps this guy on me and tells me I have to play ball, that he knows who’s the best man for the job. And it’s too late for me to do anything about it. Kevin’s already signed the man up on a contract. If I don’t play, we still have to pay. So I have to play.’
Richard had listened in silence, his face a tight mask of anger. I’d never seen him so upset before, not even when his ex-wife was being difficult about his access to Davy. I reached his side and gripped his right arm. I know what he’s like when he’s angry. The holes in the plasterboard walls of his hall bear eloquent testimony to his frustrations. I didn’t think he’d hit Jett, but I didn’t want to risk it.
He stood and stared at Jett for what seemed like an eternity. Then he spoke slowly and bitterly. ‘And I thought you were a man,’ was all he said. He tore his arm out of my grip and plunged into the crowd towards the door. Only then was I aware that the room had fallen silent, every ear in the place tuned in to their conversation. I glared around, and slowly the buzz of conversation built again, even louder than before.
I desperately wanted to chase after Richard, to hold him and make useless offers of comfort. But more pressingly, I needed to know what my part in this whole charade was. I turned back to Jett and said, ‘He feels very let down. He thought you asked me here tonight to celebrate a book deal with us.’
Jett had the grace to look sheepish. ‘I’m sorry, Kate, I really am sorry. I feel like a piece of shit over this, believe me. I wanted to tell Richard myself, not let him hear it from someone else. I know he’d have done a good job, but my hands are tied. People don’t realize how little power guys like me actually have.’
‘So why did you want me here tonight?’ I demanded. ‘To keep Richard under control?’
Jett shook his head. He half-turned his handsome head to the Fiona. ‘Tamar,’ he said, ‘why don’t you get yourself another drink?’
The blonde smiled cattily at me and poured herself off the couch. When we were reasonably private, Jett said, ‘I’ve got a job for you. It’s something that’s very important to me, and I need to be able to trust the person I give it to. Richard’s told me a lot about you, and I think you’re the right one. I don’t want to tell you about it tonight, but I want you to come and see me tomorrow so we can discuss it.’
‘Are you kidding?’ I flashed back. ‘After the way you’ve just humiliated Richard?’
‘I didn’t think you were the kind of lady who let personal stuff get in the way of her work.’ His voice was velvet. To an old fan, irresistible. ‘I heard you were too good for that.’
Flattery. It never fails. I was intrigued, in spite of my anger. ‘There’s a lot of stuff Mortensen and Brannigan don’t handle,’ I hedged.
He looked around him, trying to appear casual. He seemed satisfied that no one was in earshot. ‘I want you to find someone for me,’ he said softly. ‘But not a word to Richard, please.’
That reminded me how angry I was on Richard’s behalf. ‘Mortensen and Brannigan always respect client confidentiality,’ I said, sounding stuffy even to my ears. God knows what the king of thirtysomething rock was making of it all.
He grinned, flashing a display of brilliant white teeth at me. ‘Come to the manor tomorrow about three,’ he said, not expecting any more problems.
I shook my head. ‘I don’t know, Jett. We don’t usually touch missing persons.’
‘For me? As a personal favour?’
‘Like the one you’ve just done Richard?’
He winced. ‘OK, OK. Point taken. Look, Kate, I’m truly sorry about that. I shouldn’t have mentioned it to Richard and raised his hopes without clearing it with Kevin. When it comes to things like contracts, he’s the man who makes the decisions. He keeps me right. In the business side of things, he’s the boss. But this other thing, it’s personal. This is really important to me, Kate. Listening to what I want won’t cost you anything. Please,’ he added. I had the feeling it was a word he’d lost familiarity with.
Wearily, I nodded. ‘OK. Three o’clock. If I can’t make it, I’ll ring and rearrange it. But no promises.’
He looked as if I’d taken the weight of the world off his shoulders. ‘I appreciate it, Kate. Look, tell Richard what I said. Tell him I’m really sorry, would you? I’ve not got so many friends among the press that I can afford to lose my best one.’
I nodded and pushed my way through the crowds. By the time I’d reached the door, Jett and his problems were at the back of my mind. What was important to me now was helping Richard through the night.
When the alarm went off the following morning, Richard didn’t even stir. I slid out of bed, trying not to disturb him. If how I felt was any guide, he’d need at least another six hours’ sleep before he returned from Planet Hangover. I headed for the kitchen and washed down my personal pick-me-up. Paracetamol, vitamins C and B complex and a couple of zinc tablets with a mixture of orange juice and protein supplement. With luck, I’d rejoin the human race somewhere around Billy Smart’s house.
I had a quick shower, found a clean jogging suit and picked up a bottle of mineral water on the way out of the front door. Poor Richard, I thought as I slipped behind the wheel of the car and drove off. I’d caught up with him in the foyer, kicking his heels for want of a better target while he waited for a taxi. He’d been grimly silent all the way home, but as soon as he’d had half a pint of Southern Comfort and soda, he’d started ranting. I’d joined him in drink because I couldn’t think of anything else to do or say that would make it better. He’d been shat on from a great height, and that was an end to it. It didn’t make me feel any better about having agreed to Jett’s request for a meeting, but luckily Richard was too wrapped up in his own disappointment to wonder why it had taken me so long to catch up with him.
I drove through the pre-dawn deserted streets and took up my familiar station a few doors down from Billy’s house. It always amazes me that people don’t pick up on it when I’m staking them out. I suppose it’s partly that a Vauxhall Nova is the last car anyone would expect to be tailed by. The 1.4 SR model I drive looks completely innocuous – the sort of little hatchback men buy for their wives to go shopping in. But when I put my foot down, it goes like the proverbial shit off a shovel. I’ve followed Billy Smart to the garage where he swaps his hired cars every three days, I’ve tailed him in his Mercs and BMWs all over the country, and my confidence in my relative invisibility hasn’t been dented yet. The only worry I have on stakeouts is a uniquely female one. Men can pee in a bottle. Women can’t.
Luckily, I didn’t have long to hang around before Billy appeared. I sat tight while he did his routine once-round-the-block drive to check he had no one on his tail, then I set off a reasonable distance behind him. To my intense satisfaction, he followed the same routine he’d used on the previous Wednesday. He picked up brother Gary from his flat in the high-rise block above the Arndale shopping centre, then they went together to the little backstreet factory in the mean area dominated by the tall red-brick water tower of Strangeways Prison. They stayed in there for about half an hour. When they emerged they were carrying several bulky bundles wrapped in black velveteen, which I knew contained hundreds of schneid watches.
I had to stay close to their hired Mercedes as we wove through the increasing traffic, but by now I knew their routine and could afford to keep a few cars between us. True to the form of the last two weeks, they headed over the M62 towards Leeds and Bradford. I followed them as far as their first contact in a lock-up garage in Bradford, then I decided to call it a day. They were simply repeating themselves, and I already had photographs of the Wednesday routine from my previous surveillance. It was time for a chat with Bill. I also wanted to talk to him about Jett’s proposition.
I got back to the office towards the end of the morning. We have