Wordlessly, I nodded and followed his broad shoulders back down the hall. He moved like a man who played a lot of sports.
It wasnt hard to imagine him in the same role as Id first seen his likeness.
When I was about fourteen, wed gone on a school trip to the British Museum. Id been so engrossed in the Rosetta stone Id got separated from the rest of the group and wandered round for ages looking for them. Thats how I stumbled on the Assyrian bas-reliefs. As soon as I saw them, I realized for the first time in my life that it wasnt entirely bullshit when critics said that great art speaks directly to us. These enormous carvings of the lion hunt didnt so much speak as resonate inside my chest like the bass note of an organ. I fell in love with the archers and the charioteers, their shoulder-length hair curled as tight as poodle fur, their profiles keen as sparrow hawks. I must have spent an hour there that day. Every time I went to London on shopping trips after that, I always found an excuse to slip away from my mates as they trawled Oxford Street so I could nip into the museum for a quick tryst with King Ashurbanipal. If Asian had come along and breathed life into the carving of the Assyrian king, he would have walked off the wall looking just like Michael Haroun, his glowing skin the color of perfect roast potatoes. Okay, so hed swapped the tunic for a Paul Smith shirt, Italian silk tie and chinos, but you dont make much progress up the corporate ladder wearing a miniskirt unless youre a woman. Just one look at Michael Haroun and I was an adoring adolescent all over again, Richard a distant memory.
I followed Michael meekly into his office. The opulence of the atrium hadnt quite made it this high. The furniture was functional rather than designed to impress. At least he overlooked the recently renovated Rochdale Canal (European funding), though the view of the Canal Cafe must have been a depressing reminder of the rest of the world enjoying itself while he was working. We settled down on the L-shaped sofa at right angles to each other, my adolescent urge to jump on him held in check by the low coffee table between us. Michael dumped the file hed been carrying on the table. I hear good things about your agency, Ms. Brannigan, he said. From his tone, I gathered he couldnt quite square what hed heard with my moonstruck gaze.
I forced myself to get a grip and remember I was twice the age of that romantic teenager. Youve obviously been talking to the clients who havent been burgled, I said in something approaching my normal voice.
No security system is burglarproof, he said gloomily.
But some are better than others. And ours are better than most.
Thats certainly how it looked when we first agreed to the premium. Its one of the factors we consider when we set the rate. That and how high-risk the area is.
You dont have to tell me. My postcode is M13, I complained.
Michael pulled a face and sucked his breath in sharply, the way plumbers are trained to do when they look at your central-heating system. And I thought you security consultants made a good living.
Its not all a hellhole, I said sharply.
He held his hands up and grinned. I felt the years slide away again and struggled to stay in the present. Henry Naismith called to say youd be coming in. He faxed me a preliminary claim, he said.
Im investigating the theft on Henrys behalf, and he thought it might be helpful if we had a chat, I said briskly.
My pleasure, he said. Of course, one of our staff investigators will also be looking into it, but I see no reason why we cant talk to you as well. Can you run it past me?
I went through everything Id learned from Henry and Inspector Mellor. Michael took notes. Just as a matter of interest, I finished up, Inspector Mellor mentioned theyd had other burglaries with a similar style. Were any of them insured with you?
Michael nodded. Yes, unfortunately. Off the top of my head, Id say three others in the last nine months. And thats where we have a problem.
We as in you and me, or we as in Fortissimus?
We as in Mr. Naismith and Fortissimus.
Does that mean youre not going to tell me about it?
Michael stared down at the file. Client confidentiality. You should understand that.
I wouldnt be here if Henry didnt trust me. Why dont you give him a call and confirm that you can tell me anything you would tell him? That way, I get it from the horses mouth rather than via Chinese whispers.
His straight brows twitched. Even if he agreed, it wouldnt be fair of me to have the conversation with you before I have it with him.
So get Henry over. I dont mind waiting. As long as I can keep looking at you, I added mentally.
Michael inclined his head, conceding. Ill call him, he said.
He was gone for the best part of ten minutes. Instead of fishing a computer magazine out of my shoulder bag, or dictating a report into my microcassette recorder, I daydreamed. What about is nobodys business but mine.
When Michael came back, he looked serious. Ive explained the situation to Mr. Naismith, and he was quite insistent that I should discuss the ramifications with you.
I was too well brought up to say I told you so, but according to Richard Ive cornered the market in smug smiles. I hoped I wasnt displaying one of them right then. So, tell me about it, I said, locking eyes.
Michael held my gaze for a long few seconds before turning back to his file. As I said, weve had other incidents very similar to this. These thefts have all been from similar properties-medium-sized period properties that are open to the public. In each case, the thieves have broken in as near to the target as they could get. In a couple of cases, theyve smashed through a window, but with a property like Birchfield Place, that obviously wasnt appropriate. They ignore the alarms, go straight to the object theyre after, whip it off the wall or out of its case and get out. We estimate the longest theyve been inside a property is five minutes. In most cases, thats barely enough time to alert the police or the security guards, never mind get anyone to the site.
Very professional, I commented. And?
Were very unhappy about it. Its costing us a lot of money. Normally, wed simply have to bite the bullet and increase premiums accordingly.
I hear the sound of a but straining at the leash, I said.
You have very acute hearing, Ms. Brannigan.
Kate, I smiled.
Well, Kate, he said, echoing the smile, Here comes the but. The first of our clients to be robbed in this way was targeted again three months later. Hollowing that, my bosses took a policy decision that in the future, after stately homes had been robbed once, we would refuse to reinsure unless and until their security was increased to an acceptable level.
He might have looked like an ancient Assyrian, but Michael Haroun sounded exactly like a twentieth-century insurance man. We wont make a drama out of a crisis; well make a full-scale tragic grand opera. Pay your spiraling premiums for ten years good as gold, and then when you really need us, well be gone like thieves in the night. Nothing like it for killing adolescent fantasies stone-dead. And what exactly is your definition of an acceptable level? I asked, hoping he was receiving the cold sarcasm I was sending.
Obviously, it varies from case to case.
In Henrys case, then?
Michael shrugged. Id have to get one of our assessors out there to make an accurate judgment.
Go on, stick your neck out. I know that comes as easy to an insurance man as it does to an ostrich, but give it a go. I kept my voice light with an effort. This was my security system he was damning.
He scowled, obviously needled. Based on past experience, I would suggest a security guard on a twenty-four-hour basis in the rooms where the most valuable items are sited.
I shook my head in disbelief. You really believe in getting shut of clients who have the temerity to get robbed, dont you?
On the contrary. We want to ensure that neither we nor our clients are exposed to unacceptable losses, he said defensively.
The cost of that kind of security could make the difference between profit and loss to an operation the size of Henrys. You must know that.
Michael spread his hands out and shrugged. He can always put up the admission charges if its that crucial to the economics of running the place.
So youre saying that as of now, Birchfield Place is uninsured?
No, no, you misunderstand me. But we will retain a portion of the payout on the stolen property until the security levels are rendered acceptable. Kate, we do care about our clients, but we have a business to run too, you must see that. His eyes pleaded, and my fury melted. This was bad for my business, so I forced myself to my feet.
Well keep in touch, I said.
Id like that, he said, getting to his feet and nailing me with the sincerity in his voice.
Well keep in touch, I said.
Id like that, he said, getting to his feet and nailing me with the sincerity in his voice.
As we walked back to the lift, my brain checked in again. One more thing, I said. How come I havent been reading about these raids in the papers?
Michael smiled the thin smile of a lizard. We like to keep things like this as low-profile as possible, he said. It does our clients business no good at all if the public gain the impression that the choicest exhibits in their collections are no longer there. The thefts have been quite widely scattered, and the policy has been only to release the information to local press, and even then to keep it very low-key. You know the sort of thing: Thieves broke in to Bloggs Manor last night, but were disturbed before they could remove the Manors priceless collection of bottle tops.
You just omit to mention that they had it away on their toes with the Constable, I said cynically.
Something like that, Michael agreed. The lift pinged and I stepped inside as the doors opened. Nice talking to you, Kate.
We must do it again some time, I said before the doors cut him off from me. The day was looking up. Not only had I met Michael Haroun, but I knew where to go next.
Im convinced that the security staff at the Manchester Evening Chronicle think I work there. Maybe its because I know the door combination. Or maybe its because Im in and out of the building with a confident wave several times a week. Either way, its handy to be able to stroll in and out at will. Their canteen is cheap and cheerful, a convenient place to refuel when Im at the opposite end of town from the office. That day, though, I wasnt after a bacon butty and a mug of tea. My target was Alexis Lee, the Chronicles crime correspondent and my best buddy.