Steiner just stared at him coldly. Dorenkamp was pale and wide-eyed. Across the table, Pete Neville was sitting back in his chair with his arms folded, glaring at him angrily.
In short, Ben said, theyre useless. I recommend you ditch them and get something more appropriate.
And what exactly is it that you would recommend, Major? Steiner asked curtly.
In my experience, the Heckler & Koch MP5 machine carbine is a good companion to compact, concealable semiautomatic pistols such as the 9mm Glock, Browning or SIG, Ben said. Whatever works. He pointed at the Flash-Balls in the cases. These wont.
Steiners lips tightened. No firearms. That is a contractual condition of your employment. I want you to protect me, but there must be no loss of life. I will neither tolerate bloodshed nor authorise the use of lethal force.
Ben could see he was resolute. Herr Steiner, these people who are after you arent playing. Theyre evidently armed and serious. He paused, remembering what Dorenkamp had told him about Steiners anti-gun stance. I understand your principles, and I admire them. Its laudable that you want to avoid any kind of violence. Believe me, so do I. Thats what Im here for. And the best way to avoid conflict is to ensure that were as well equipped as, or better equipped than, your enemies. Steiner shook his head.
Then Id urge you to think about your family. Putting yourself at risk is one thing, but you also have the emotional interests of your wife and nephew to consider. Ive seen too many families torn apart by kidnapping.
Steiners face became even harder. We are getting nowhere. Your proposal is out of the question. He threw a look at Dorenkamp.
The, ah, equipment requirements had already been discussed with Captain Shannon, Dorenkamp said weakly. Im surprised you werent notified of that.
No, Ben thought. I damn well wasnt. He sighed, knowing that he had no choice but to back down. In normal circumstances, in sane circumstances, if this had been his contract, being forced to use such inappropriate equipment would have been a deal-breaker. He would have found it unacceptable to risk the safety not only of his principal, but of the whole team. And any team leader who agreed to this kind of a deal was a cowboy. Shannon was clearly just agreeing to anything to get his hands on the money.
But Ben wasnt here to make Shannon look incompetent in front of his employers. He was here to make reparations, not trouble. It was intolerable, but that was the way it was.
He took a deep breath before replying, I apologise. Youre quite right. I was notified. It must have slipped my mind. Well make do with the items youve supplied.
Steiner eyed him coolly. Good. Let us move on to the subject of your first assignment. I am due to attend an extremely important meeting at a conference centre outside Lausanne early this afternoon. My presence there is vital, and I have no intention of letting a gang of Nazis prevent me from carrying on my business.
Ben listened and nodded. It wasnt a long drive to Lausanne. But far enough to be cautious. I should have a look at the vehicles.
Steiner shook his head. We are not travelling by road. As team leader, you may travel with myself and Herr Dorenkamp in my personal helicopter. The rest of the team will follow in the second craft as arranged.
This was just getting worse. Ben knew it was the wrong thing to do, but he had to say something. Im sorry, but that doesnt seem entirely secure.
Dorenkamp was staring at the tabletop with a weary look of resignation.
Why not? Steiner demanded.
Because in my experience its bad practice to separate the principal, in this case, you, from most of the team. If anything kicks off
But Steiner silenced him with a gesture. I dont have time to waste on a long road trip. The aircraft will reach the destination within half an hour.
Fine, Ben said. Then perhaps youll agree to let at least one of my team ride with me in the lead chopper?
Regrettably, that is not possible, Dorenkamp cut in. There are only five seats. Pilot, co-pilot, and three passengers.
Then perhaps one of the men could take your place? Ben said.
Steiner shook his head impatiently. I cannot allow that. I need my Personal Assistant with me at all times. We will have important matters to discuss in the air, prior to the meeting. He paused. We are wasting time here. I had already discussed my schedule with Captain Shannon, who seemed perfectly content with the plans. I am surprised you did not know this either. Or perhaps you did, and this also slipped your mind?
Shannon again. Ben was silent.
You are being paid to protect me, not to organise my business arrangements, Steiner added.
Then I apologise again, Ben replied. He could feel the looks that the other team members were firing at him.
Then all is settled, Steiner said. He laid his hands on the table, palms down, fingers splayed. Put his weight on them and stood up with a nod. Gentlemen. He turned and walked out of the room.
Dorenkamp got up. He looked tense, and there was a sheen of perspiration on his high forehead. Morning coffee will be served in the refectory downstairs, he said. If you will follow me. Then at one fifteen we will reassemble at the helipad. My assistant Rolf will provide you with everything you need.
Including the useless weaponry, Ben thought as he followed Dorenkamp out of the conference room and the rest of the team filed out after him. Id like to take a look around the grounds, he said to the PA. Just to assess security and familiarise myself with the layout.
Dorenkamp nodded. If you wish. However, I should point out that the grounds are completely secure. We have seen to that.
They made their way back down the stairs, and Dorenkamp led them along the corridor theyd come through earlier. The music had stopped. Dorenkamp pointed at a door. The refectory is through there. Gentlemen, if you would like to help yourselves to refreshments.
As the men went into the room, he turned to Ben. May I have a word?
Ben already knew what he was going to say. Dorenkamp waited until all the others were through the door, then closed it.
Privately, I completely agree with the points you made, he said quietly, just above a whisper. But Herr Steiner can be a stubborn man, and once he has made up his mind, he will not change it.
So Id noticed, Ben said. I can be like that too.
Dorenkamp smiled. So I had noticed. But I would beg you: for the love of God, do not antagonise him.
Ben returned the smile. Ill try to keep that in mind.
Dorenkamp was about to reply, when the sound of approaching footsteps behind them made them turn.
A woman was walking up the corridor to meet them, her heels clicking on the polished floor. She was handsome, mid-fifties. Classic looks, slim and elegant, wearing a black dress and a string of pearls. The glossy, shoulder-length, red-gold hair didnt look dyed. She greeted Dorenkamp with a warm smile. Good morning, Heinrich.
Good morning, Frau Steiner. May I introduce you to Major Hope?
So this was Silvia Steiner, Ben thought as he shook hands with her. She seemed altogether more approachable than her husband. But then he noticed something a little odd. It was the way she was looking at him, more quizzical than disapproving. It was over in a second, and he wondered what it meant.
So this was Silvia Steiner, Ben thought as he shook hands with her. She seemed altogether more approachable than her husband. But then he noticed something a little odd. It was the way she was looking at him, more quizzical than disapproving. It was over in a second, and he wondered what it meant.
Have we met before, Major Hope? she asked him.
Please, call me Ben. And Im afraid I dont believe Ive had the pleasure.
The major is standing in for Captain Shannon, Dorenkamp explained, who regrettably is unable to join us for a while. An unfortunate incident.
Silvia Steiner raised her eyebrows in consternation. Oh, dear. Nothing serious, I hope?
Hell be fine, Ben said uncomfortably. Lets just say he had an inconvenience.
What happened?
Its a long story.
Her gaze lingered on him for a few seconds. Ben tried to read her thoughts. Had Shannon told the Steiners what had really happened? He didnt think so. Not even Shannon could be that unprofessional.
But then the awkward moment passed and Silvia Steiner smiled warmly again. It was a pleasure to meet you.
Likewise, Ben said.
Im sure well meet again soon. She turned to Dorenkamp. Have you seen Otto around, Heinrich? There was something I wanted to ask him.
I believe he is on the golf course, the PA said.
Again? But her look of exasperation faded quickly. She smiled a last time at Ben, turned and headed back up the corridor, rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.
Enjoy your coffee, Dorenkamp said, pointing to the refectory door. I will see you later.
Ben watched him go, thinking he didnt seem like a bad guy. He had a lot to put up with from Steiner. Then he pushed through the door. The refectory was a large dining hall, the walls panelled with ornate oak. On a side table were stacked plates and cups and a stand with a selection of cakes and pastries. Beside it was a large coffee machine that hissed steam and burbled and spat. The coffee smelled good. Ben grabbed a cup and filled it.
The others were milling around the table and talking in low voices while helping themselves to food. Ben carried his coffee over to the window and stood with his back to them, gazing out at the view.
What the fuck? said a voice behind him, hostile and challenging.
Ben turned slowly. Hed known who it was, and hed been right. Pete Neville was standing glaring at him, a coffee in one hand and a Danish pastry in the other. Whats the fucking idea of stirring things up, mate? he went on.
Ben gave him a look and said nothing.
Watch it, Pete, Woodcock called out from across the room. He might try and break your arm.
Like to see him fucking try, grunted Morgan.
So tell us, mate, Neville said. What the fuck you trying to do, get us all the boot?
Ben looked at him. A tip. If youre going to come on the tough guy, try not to do it when youve got custard all over your chin.
Neville quickly wiped his chin with the back of his hand.
Ben turned to address them all. Lets get one thing straight, people. Im CO here, and youre going to answer to me and follow my lead.
The team watched him sullenly.
And from now on, Neville, Ben said, you keep your mouth shut. If you speak to me, its in reply to a direct question. Otherwise Ill shut it for you. Understood? He finished his coffee and put down the empty cup. Now, Neville, youve just earned yourself a job. Go and collect the popguns from Rolf. Take them over to our quarters. Check everythings working and get them ready for this afternoon. Youre responsible for them from now on. Any complaints, mate?
Neville didnt say a word.
Better, Ben said. Then he walked past them all and left the refectory.
Chapter Sixteen
Ben spent a little while before lunch wandering about the estate, checking things over and familiarising himself with the layout. Peacocks strutted over the immaculate green lawns. Attached to the châteaus west wing was a large glass-domed conservatory filled with exotic plants, with an ornate fountain in its centre and a bronze statue of the Roman sea god Neptune standing amid the waves, his trident pointing upwards. Ben stopped to look at it, then walked on. Bees hummed around the flowers in the formal gardens. Gardeners in white uniforms were mowing the velvety turf of the tennis courts. Through a gated archway Ben could see the neatly-trimmed entrance to a maze. The sky was blue, and even with the mountain breeze the sun was beating down hard.
A little further on, he heard angry shouts in the distance, and followed the sound to see a man he instantly knew was Otto, heir to the Steiner fortune, storming angrily across the golf course. In a business suit, he might have passed for a younger version of his uncle, but the check trousers, the brightly coloured golf shirt and the jaunty white cap on his head made him appear faintly clownish. A miserable-looking caddie stumbled along after him. Otto turned and started raging at him, then grabbed a club from the golf bag, threw it clumsily at him and screamed at him in German to fuck off.
Any other time, Ben might have smiled to himself at the spectacle. Not today. The whole situation was a mess. He didnt want to be here, sandwiched between a prickly despot and a team of idiots. All he wanted was to be back home at Le Val. Even the idea of sitting at the desk doing paperwork seemed deeply attractive at this moment. And hed brought the whole thing on himself.
Ben watched Otto stamp off towards his private villa, then turned and carried on, thinking about what a difference there was between the two Steiner men. He wondered how they got on.
As he walked, he spotted a building that made him stop and look. Nestling in among the trees, its stained glass windows caught the sunlight.
It was a little grey stone chapel. If the Steiners had had it built specially for them, it was the best reproduction of an eighteenth-century church that Ben had ever seen. He felt himself drawn towards it. Pushed open the studded oak door and walked in.
It was cool inside, and his footsteps echoed off the tiled floor. He wandered up the aisle, between the rows of glistening pews, and stopped in front of the altar. The light from the stained glass windows shone down on him. He looked up at the statue of the crucified Jesus on the back wall behind the altar. Sighed and closed his eyes.
He hadnt prayed for a long time.
Lord, I know you and I have had our differences. I know Ive been inconstant and done a lot of bad things.
He paused.
But please give me the strength to see this through. Give me the patience not to tell them all to go to hell, drive straight
back to Le Val and make sure Rupert Shannon spends the next year sucking his meals out of a tube.
He opened his eyes. It hadnt quite come out the way hed intended. A little dark, perhaps. But it would have to do, and he hoped God understood. He turned away from the altar and walked back up the aisle feeling just a little lighter. Maybe prayer was good for you after all.
As he headed back towards the house, he heard the piano again. This time he recognised the piece. Bartók. Harmonically dissonant and jarring on the ear, it was the kind of music he liked. And Silvia Steiner played it beautifully, as though she really understood it.