make it too early,’ Adam groaned.
It was past noon when he strolled back through the leafy garden. The strong sunlight laid wedges of indigo-blue shadow under the trees. Sam had slept for ten hours, then dressed in a clean white shirt and pressed chinos. He was not going anywhere or doing anything else until he had tracked down Finch Buchanan and made her promise to have dinner with him.
In the lobby Ken Kennedy was sitting under a ceiling fan with a balding man Sam didn’t recognise. They were frowning over a sheaf of papers and Sam passed by without interrupting them. The desk clerk gave Sam Adam’s room number and pointed to the stairs. Sam ran up two shallow flights and found the number he was looking for. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a wordless mumble that he took as an invitation to come in.
Adam was lying on a disordered bed, naked except for a pair of shorts. One limp arm hung over the mattress edge, the other shaded his eyes from the dim light filtering through the closed shutters. ‘Uh, it’s you.’
‘What’s up?’
‘God knows. I’ve never puked or shat so much in my life. Can’t just be the beer.’
‘That’s rough. Can I get you anything?’
‘How about a gun to put to my head? Jesus.’
Adam hauled himself half upright and vomited a couple of greenish mouthfuls into an enamel basin. Sam grimaced and tried to look in the other direction while Adam spat and then sank back on the pillow. ‘You could go down to the bar and get me a couple of bottles of water. Room service doesn’t do much in this place.’
‘Sure,’ Sam said.
It took ten minutes to locate a barman, pay for the mineral water and make his way back to Adam’s room. This time he opened the door without bothering to knock.
Finch was standing with her back to him, staring at her watch and holding Adam’s wrist loosely in her hand. After another five seconds she finished counting and turned her head to see the intruder. She was wearing a sleeveless khaki body-warmer with pockets and a white T-shirt with the Mountain People’s logo on the front. She looked less tense and therefore younger than she had done on the Vancouver flight.
‘I brought him some mineral water.’ Sam smiled. ‘It’s nothing serious, I hope?’
‘This is the doc,’ Adam said.
She was looking at Sam, the total surprise in her face distinctly shaded with irritation.
‘What are you doing here?’ Finch asked coldly.
‘I told you. Bringing the sick man some water.’
‘Do you mind leaving us alone while I examine my patient?’
‘It’s okay. He doesn’t have to go on my account. Do you two know each other?’
‘Yes.’
‘No. Now then, how long ago did the vomiting start?’
‘Twelve hours.’
‘Right.’ Finch took a phial out of her medical bag and shook out a large capsule. ‘I’m going to give you something that should stop it.’
Adam held out his hand and gestured for the bottle of water.
‘Not orally, you’ll vomit it straight up again. It’s a suppository. To be inserted in your rectum. I can do it for you, or you can deal with it yourself, whichever you prefer?’
‘I’ll manage.’
‘Good. Try to drink some water over the next few hours, don’t eat anything.’
Even the mention of eating started up another bout of retching. There were dark sweat streaks in Adam’s blond hair. Finch watched him with her fingers resting lightly on his shoulder, then she took the bowl from him and rinsed it in the bathroom.
She’s an angel, Sam thought. If I were ill, would she look after me like this? Put her hand on my shoulder?
‘Okay, Adam. It’s food poisoning. You should start feeling better soon. Try and rest, and I’ll be back to see you at about six. Your friend will stay and keep you company I expect.’ Finch smiled sweetly.
‘Actually, I was hoping …’ Sam tried.
She snapped her bag shut. ‘See you later, Adam. Goodbye … um …’
‘Come on, you know my name.’
Finch was already halfway out of the door.
‘Wait a minute. Look, I’ll be back,’ he called over his shoulder to the wan figure in the bed.
Adam had covered his eyes again with one arm. ‘Don’t mind me,’ he muttered.
Sam ran down the corridor after Finch. Realising that she wasn’t going to shake him off so easily she turned with a flicker of anger and confronted him. ‘Right. So here you are in Kathmandu. What do you want, exactly? I’m busy, I’ve got a job to do.’
‘I want to take you out to dinner. Is that too much to ask?’
‘Did you follow me all the way out here?’
‘Yes. I got here twenty-four hours ago.’
‘Why?’
‘That was how the plane times worked out.’
‘Don’t try to be more of an asshole than you are already. Why did you follow me?’
Sam hesitated. ‘Look, I know it seems flaky. I met you, we talked, I wanted to see you again. But it isn’t as weird as that makes it sound. You talked about Everest and I loved the way it lit you up. My life is at a kind of static point right now, so taking off out of it for a while seemed a good idea and I thought, why not here? I’ve never seen Kathmandu before.’
‘That’s not what you told me.’ She did look faintly mollified now.
‘Why would you have told me where you were staying, if I hadn’t claimed some familiarity with the place?’ Candour, he thought, was probably the best defence.
They were standing in an angle of the main stairway. Rix, Mark Mason and Sandy Jackson came up the stairs from the lobby, and each of them gave Sam a friendly greeting as they passed.
‘Hey doc, how’s the patient?’ Sandy enquired over his shoulder.
‘He’ll live.’ She returned her full attention to Sam. ‘You know everyone.’
He shrugged. ‘Well, sort of. How about tonight?’
Finch sighed. Her hair was tied with what looked like a bootlace and he wanted to slide his finger underneath and hook it off.
‘Listen …’
‘Sam.’
‘Yes. I do remember. Listen carefully, Sam, and save yourself from any more impulses to do with me. One, I am responsible for the health care of a total of twenty people on this expedition. Two, I am here to climb as high as I can go on Everest. I don’t expect to make the summit, necessarily, but I want to do myself justice. I can’t afford it, but I have saved up the money to pay for this. I’ve made a lot of physical and mental preparations. I don’t have room for anything else in my life right now. Nothing.’
She’s saying the same things as those guys last night, Sam thought. Climbers. Peak pervs. Monofocal mountain morons. But even so his longing to untie Finch’s bootlace, to put his fingertip to the corner of her mouth, to hear her voice in his ear, never even wavered. Her steeliness only impressed him and made him want to be with her even more than before. He held up his hands and smiled. ‘It’s only dinner. Two glasses of wine and a curry, dessert optional. It’s not an addition to your workload or an emotional commitment.’
She studied him briefly, working out whether he was threatening or harmless, then put her hand briefly on his arm.