We?
You. And me. Both of us.
Kleins face was hardening. Something flickered in those cold eyes. Tap. Tap. Tap. He glanced again at Ben. And does your associate share your belief that Fräulein Fuentes is the victim of an elaborate and cleverly disguised kidnap plot?
Mr Hope has extensive experience in the field, Raul said.
Ben cringed even more. Great, Raul. Thanks.
Klein gave Ben a long, searching look. Then he dropped the pen and reclined in his chair. I find it somewhat insulting, Herr Fuentes, to have my professional capabilities brought into question in this way, especially in front of a third party. I have done everything that is possible with your sisters case, both here in Munich and at the scene of the incident, where I spent two entire days scouting the location and speaking with local residents as well as the police. I have spent a great many hours investigating the matter, and my conclusions are definitive. Im afraid there is simply no doubt, in my mind or in fact, that Fräulein Fuentes was a deeply unhappy young woman who tragically took her own life. Her history of mental instability and her ongoing treatment for severe depression are compelling evidence in themselves. The lack of a body was the only reason I agreed to take your case on in the first place, which I now must say I regret. If you and your associate can do a better job, then I wish you the very best of luck, gentlemen.
Klein stood up, leaning his knuckles on the desktop. Now, Herr Fuentes, I have much better things to occupy my time. At this point our business is terminated, and I must ask you to leave my office.
You didnt say a word, Raul muttered as he and Ben stepped out of the building and walked back towards the Kia. The rain was falling harder. Not a single damn word to back me up in there.
Ben remained silent as they got into the car. He was still smarting from embarrassment, angry with Raul for dragging him into this and even angrier with himself to have allowed it to come this far.
So wrapped up in his own dark thoughts that he failed to sense the eyes watching his back and the metallic grey BMW that followed at a distance as he pulled the Kia out into the traffic.
Chapter Eleven
By the time they were nearing Glockenbach district, the rain had worsened into a deluge and Ben had made the decision to walk away from the whole situation. He could have been sitting on a beautiful lonely hilltop in southern Spain at this moment. Climbing in the Sierra Nevada or trekking along the Costa de Almeria in search of a deserted white-sand beach or cove where he could maybe rent a little place next to the sea and spend a while figuring out where his life was going. Not hacking through dirty traffic on a cold wet day in a city he had little love for and no longer any reason for remaining in.
Kleins right, Ben said at last.
I knew you were going to say that, Raul muttered.
Im sorry.
What are you going to do?
Ben shrugged. What can I do?
I need a drink, Raul said.
Yeah, why not, Ben agreed. One for the road. Then he was out of here. Maybe by train or bus, back down south to where it was warmer. Maybe to Italy. He had friends there. He could drop in and see his old army comrade Boonzie McCulloch, the most ferocious grizzled wardog of a sergeant the SAS had ever unleashed upon the world, now retired to a cosy life growing tomatoes and basil with his Neapolitan wife Mirella in their tranquil smallholding up in the hills near Campo Basso.
Theres a place up ahead, Raul said sullenly, pointing through the rain-spattered windscreen. Pull up here. I cant face going back to the apartment yet.
They hurried from the car and went inside. It was one of those kinds of upmarket café-wine-bars that Ben found a little too precious for his tastes, the sort of place they charged three times the going rate for a measure of ordinary scotch, just for the privilege of planting your arse on one of their dainty chairs and being served by some disdainful prick with an attitude problem. They took a table at the back and Raul ordered a stein of beer that came in a litre tankard shaped like a jackboot. Hello, Bavaria. Ben bypassed the local traditions and asked for a double whisky, straight, no ice. The waiter was a malnourished-looking guy in his twenties, stooped and bald-headed and brusque in his ways, at least with Ben and Raul. Maybe he disapproved of whisky drinkers at ten in the morning.
Neither of them had much to say. Ben was okay with that. Enough had been said already, and now they were at the end of the road, there seemed little point in prolonging the pain. They sat and worked quietly on their drinks, drawing one or two looks from people at other tables. They obviously disapproved, too. Ben was toying with lighting up a cigarette, just to scandalise the clientele even more. Then again, in Germany you could probably be clapped in irons or flogged in the town square for public smoking offences, so he decided to leave it.
Raul had the same look on his face that hed had in Frigiliana when Ben had first seen him. He clutched the ridiculous boot with both hands and had already worked his way down to near the ankle when the woman walked in.
Ben had no reason to take much notice of her. Like most of the bars customers she was well dressed, middle class, affluent looking. If hed given her a second glance he would have put her age around fifty-eight. She had a mouth like a razor slash. Blond hair turning to iron, scraped severely back and heaped and pinned up on her head like a Pickelhaube helmet. She draped her rain-spotted Burberry coat over the back of her chair, settled her ample frame down, and when the bald-headed waiter scurried over to take her order, all smiles and fawning, she asked for some kind of wild berry tea that arrived a few moments later in a tall chintzy pot with a matching cup and saucer.
Ben quickly forgot she existed. He cradled his drink and was back to thinking about how soon he could be out of Munich when he noticed that Raul was staring at the woman as if shed sprouted horns.
Ben glanced over. She hadnt sprouted horns. She was sitting demurely sipping her tea and studying what looked like an art exhibition brochure.
What? Ben said, but Raul made no reply and went on staring fixedly for twenty more seconds before he slid his jackboot stein away from him and stood up.
Raul, Ben said, warning him with his eyes. What are you doing?
But for reasons best known to himself, Raul was on a mission and didnt seem to hear. He skirted their table and stalked intently across the room to where the woman was sitting. It was like watching a replay of the fight in the bar in Frigiliana, except this time Raul didnt set fire to anybody. Not yet.
Raul stopped at the womans table and stood over her with his fists balled at his sides. ¿Dónde encontraste eso? he demanded loudly, then remembered where he was and repeated it in English, the only language he knew that she might understand. Where did you get that? Tell me!
Ben had sprung up from his chair and was immediately right behind him with his hand on the Spaniards shoulder. What the hell are you at?
The woman was gaping up at him. Her gash of a mouth opened an inch and quavered in bewilderment.
Raul turned to Ben. Ask her in German. Go on, ask. I want to know where she got that.
Got what?
That.
Raul pointed at the womans chest.
Ben stared, baffled, until he realised that Raul was talking about the piece of jewellery that was hanging around her neck. The pendant caught the light and sparkled against the black cashmere polo-neck she was wearing: a glittering cluster of fine-cut white and coloured stones arranged in a spiral pattern about three inches in diameter. Ben was no jeweller. The stones could have been any old cut glass, or they could have rivalled the Koh-I-Noor diamond for value. Either way, Ben was more interested in what had got into Raul Fuentes.
Ben wasnt the only one who was perplexed by Rauls sudden outburst. The bald waiter had spotted trouble and was quickly threading his way through the tables towards them. The womans eyes were wide open with terror. She backed away from the table and stumbled out of her seat to retreat from this crazy person who was accosting her.
Raul lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. She let out a yelp. People were turning to stare. The waiter was running faster towards the table.
For Christs sake, Raul, Ben said. Let her go.
Raul shook his head and held onto the struggling womans arm. Shes not going anywhere. She could be one of them.
Enough. Have you lost your mind?
Thats Catalinas necklace, Raul said through gritted teeth. Shes not going anywhere until I get an answer.
Raul lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. She let out a yelp. People were turning to stare. The waiter was running faster towards the table.
For Christs sake, Raul, Ben said. Let her go.
Raul shook his head and held onto the struggling womans arm. Shes not going anywhere. She could be one of them.
Enough. Have you lost your mind?
Thats Catalinas necklace, Raul said through gritted teeth. Shes not going anywhere until I get an answer.
The waiter had reached them and was waving his hands frantically. You, back off, Ben warned him in German, aiming a finger at his chest.
Ich werde die Polizei anrufen, the waiter said, drawing back a step as if Bens pointed finger were a pistol.
Raul picked up on the word Polizei and said, Thats right, you go right ahead and call them. He aimed a finger at the terrified woman. Weve got a kidnapper here.
Ben turned away from the waiter and snatched Rauls hand. He dug a thumb into the nerve point in Rauls wrist. Just a little pressure was enough to make the muscles spasm and let go.
I said, enough, Ben told him seriously. Look at her. Shes going to have a heart attack.
The woman was bawling now, her face bright purple and wisps of hair coming loose from her pinned-up helmet. Most of the good citizens in the place had turned to gape in alarm. Two or three other men were half out of their seats, hesitating to weigh in. If enough of them rushed forwards at once, things could get messy. The waiter had raced back behind the bar to grab a phone and call the cops.
Rauls eyes bugged. Im telling you, this bitch is wearing my sisters necklace.