The Spear of Destiny

by Julian Noyce

  “No. I’ve already told you there was nothing unusual about them.”

  “Is there anything else you can think of that may help us in our enquiries?”

  Dennis was tempted to mention Nguyen and her cameraman just so the police would bring them in for questioning. He found himself smiling at the thought. She wouldn’t thank him for it. He liked Kim and decided against it. The police no doubt took names of everyone and knowing Nguyen she would probably come forward anyway.

  Jones and Harding cross questioned him for a further hour when the detective inspector thanked him and formally ended the interview.

  “Am I being charged?” dennis asked.

  Jones shuffled his papers into a neat pile.

  “No Mr Dennis. You are free to go. DS harding will take you to the duty sergeant where you can collect your personal items. Thank you for your help. We may need to question you further so please stay in the local area.”

  “I know. I know. Don’t leave the country right,” Dennis said, extending his forefinger as if it was an imaginary gun.

  “Goodbye for now Mr Dennis.”

  Harding opened the door for him and he waited for her to accompany him. At the duty sergeant’s desk he signed some forms and collected his personal effects, phone, keys and watch which he put on his wrist, thanked the sergeant and followed Harding to the door with iron bars and waited while the officer with the keys opened it. Dennis walked through the door and turned.

  “Cheers Darling,” he said to Harding as the door was slammed and locked, then whistling down the corridor he was let out of the police station by another officer and stepped out into the cold night air. Natalie was waiting at the top of the steps for him. A taxi waiting below. He smiled and went straight to her. She threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips and then pulled away. He was about to say “Wow! Did you miss me?” when she slapped him hard across the cheek.

  “What was that for?”

  “Don’t you ever play the hero again!” she replied before turning and heading down the steps towards a grinning taxi driver. Dennis rubbed his very warm cheek and followed silently after her.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Peter Dennis threw himself into his chair at his desk. It was Monday morning and the rush hour traffic had been horrendous. The small clock on his desk was showing 09.15. He’d intended to be in at 09.00. It didn’t matter though. Dennis worked whatever hours suited him.

  He glanced across at his editors office and saw the door was closed and the office empty. Rogerson was probably also stuck in traffic. Dennis had tried, in the past, to use public transport but found he preferred to be behind the wheel stuck in traffic getting frustrated rather than being stuck on a tube or bus in the same traffic. Rogerson on the other hand had never desired to be squashed in, like a sardine, into a carriage crammed with total strangers. Besides he liked to look out of his top floor window a dozen times a day at his Aston Martin parked in the street below.

  Dennis flicked the switch on the bottom of his computer monitor and waited for the screen to come on. It had been three days since the exhibition, the spear being stolen and his arrest. He and Natalie had spent a quiet weekend at his London apartment and ignored all calls. The moment his monitor came on he regretted it. 228 new e-mails and 142 messages in his spam filter. He opened the spam folder and ran his eyes down the list of the first fifty and without opening any of the messages he clicked delete. He cleared the rest and then emptied the trash bin before opening his e-mail folder and running his eyes down the first fifty of them as well. Four he opened and read with interest. There were some from friends and family, jokes no doubt, and he moved them to a different folder to read later. Then bored he quickly scanned the remaining e-mails and finding nothing of interest, he deleted the entire lot.

  His mobile began ringing and he turned it over to see that it was Natalie calling.

  “Hi babe.”

  “Sorry to disturb you. I know you’ve probably just got in but did you leave without having any breakfast?”

  “Yes. I’ll get something later.”

  “Well I was wondering if we could do lunch.”

  “Lunch?” Dennis said, looking at the mess on his desk.

  “If you aren’t too busy. It’s not a problem if you are.”

  “I’m a bit snowed under love….Um….I’m just trying to think….”

  “Well what if I bring lunch to you in the office. How does that sound?”

  “Good idea. Yes. That will be much better for me.”

  “Ok. How about twelve o’clock. What do you want?”

  “Twelve is fine. I’ll be here all day. Oh and bring me something with chicken in it. Sandwich, salad, baguette. I don’t mind.”

  “Ok.”

  “Ok.”

  “Well I’ll see you later then.”

  “Yeah. Sorry babe,” Dennis said, nearly dropping the phone he was propping to his ear with his left shoulder while trying to remove post it notes from all around his desk, “I’m a bit busy right now.”

  “Ok. See you soon. Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  Dennis hung up. Usually he hated doing it first. He reached down to open a drawer and rummaged for a stapler when he was hit by an overwhelming whiff of perfume. He turned his head and saw a pair of red stilleto’s. His eyes travelled up to black seamed stockings, to a green tartan mini-skirt, white blouse and on up to bright red lipstick, beautiful eyes behind thinly framed spectacles and to long, tumbling brunette hair.

  Becky!

  Becky Smith! Rogerson’s recently hired personal assistant and the most beautiful woman in the office, the entire building for that matter. Possibly London.

  ’Well second most,’ Dennis told himself.

  “Morning Becky.”

  Smith came forward and perched herself on the edge of his desk, revealing a glimpse of black suspender.

  “Morning Peter.”

  Dennis closed his eyes and shook his head in quick succession and then looked up at her. Other men in the office were watching her.

  “Is there something I can do for you Miss Smith?”

  Becky placed a large boxfile on his desk and pushed it to him.

  “This is from Tom. He said it had everything you’d need in it. Well not quite everything you‘ll ever need,” she said, shifting slightly revealing her stocking tops to wolf whistles from across the office.

  “Thank you,” Dennis said, deliberately avoiding her eyes.

  He opened the file and began shuffling through what was in it.

  “So did you have a nice weekend,” she asked in her husky voice.

  “Um. Yes. Yes thank you,” he replied, looking up at her at last.

  “How was the exhibition? I wish I’d had someone to go with.”

  Dennis looked up again from the file.

  “It was invite only,” he said with his best smile.

  There was the sound of someone clearing their throat. Dennis peered past her to look across the office.

  “Miss Smith,” Rogerson called from his office door. He had just arrived and his hand was on his door handle.

  Becky turned and smiled.

  “Just coming Mr Rogerson.”

  She turned back to Dennis as she slid herself off his desk.

  “See you later Peter.”

  He watched her go. She was deliberately wiggling her bottom. Halfway to Rogerson she looked over her shoulder back at Dennis and winked at him. He closed his eyes and shook his head again to clear his thoughts. The fact that she fancied him she had made obvious in the two weeks that she had worked there. She followed Rogerson into his office and turned again to close the door. She grinned at Dennis and he found himself grinning and nodding back. Then she turned to her boss and sat and Dennis couldn’t see her anymore. He concentrated on the boxfile she’d given him. It contained a lot of correspondence on the current revolt in Libya and Dennis suddenly found his heart begin racing at the prospect of his new assignment. He tried
to put Becky out of his mind then a thought struck him.

  ‘Shit! Natalie’s coming here for lunch. What if she behaves like that in front of her. Nat will kill her. Me too.’

  He picked his phone up to ring her to arrange to meet out when Rogerson’s door opened again and Becky called him.

  “What?”

  “Mr Rogerson wants to see you.”

  Reluctantly Dennis left his desk and headed over.

  ‘What now?’ he was thinking.

  Dennis entered his boss’s office. Rogerson was frowning at a newspaper front page.

  “Yes sir.”

  “Sit down Pete.”

  Smith held the chair for him and leaned over it further than she needed to giving Dennis a view of her backside. He did his best not to notice.

  “Thank you Miss Smith. I’d like coffee please, Peter?”

  “Yes thank you.”

  She poured the cups while Rogerson continued to read the front page. Then after deliberately making sure her fingers stroked Dennis’ hand as she gave him his cup she poured and placed a cup in front of the editor.

  “Will there be anything else Mr Rogerson?”

  “No thank you. You can leave us.”

  Dennis watched her go. She closed the door silently and blew Dennis a kiss through the window. He glanced nervously back at Rogerson still reading. His boss hadn’t noticed.

  Rogerson finished reading the front page of the newspaper he was holding, then turned it around and dropped it in front of Dennis.

  “Hell of a party huh?”

  It had been three days since the spear exhibition and the story was still dominating the front pages.

  “I assume you’ve been keeping up with events.”

  “Yes. I’ve read every newspaper going.”

  “Good. Then you can squash some of the conspiracy theories. Dixon has been covering the story since it happened. I want you to work with him on this. Is he in the office?”

  “I haven’t seen him Tom.”

  “Well as soon as he gets in, nab him, tell him everything you know. Everything Pete.”

  “Wouldn’t it be better if I did the story?”

  “No. Dixon has covered it since it happened. I’ve got Alex and Suzy in Tripoli covering the Gaddafi thing. Like I said before I want you to do an article on the impact his death will have on the country. I‘d get you a plane ticket but the whole bloody country is in uproar. Apart from foreign military there is nothing in or out. You‘ll just have to do what you can from here. Set up a satellite link on your laptop with Alex and Suzy. They‘re in a hotel in Tripoli and should be able to get wi-fi. You should find everything you need in that box file Becky has given you. If you need anything else come to me Pete. Ok? ”

  “Understood.”

  “Now tell me what happened with the police.”

  Dennis told his boss everything that happened as far as he could remember.

  “Have you told anyone else?”

  “Apart from Natalie. No.”

  “Good. You can tell Dixon everything you’ve just told me.”

  “Ok.”

  Rogerson studied his journalist for a moment.

  “How are you Pete?”

  “How am I?”

  “Yes how are you? It’s a simple enough question. You’ve been through a lot lately. The affair with Von Werner and the sarcophagus, that maniac Russian….”

  “Ukranian.”

  “What?”

  “Danilov was from Chernobyl. Chernobyl is in the Ukraine.”

  “Well it was Russia once. Look the thing is you barely got over that and then this happens. I just want to make sure my number one journalist is holding his own.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Good. And how is Natalie?”

  “She’s great. No she’s terrific. Apart from….” Dennis stopped.

  “Apart from what?”

  Dennis wished he hadn’t mentioned it.

  “She met me from the police station and slapped me for ’playing the hero’ as she called it.”

  Rogerson laughed.

  “Slapped you!”

  “Yeah. She had a bit of a go at me.”

  “But you’re ok now. Both of you.”

  “Yeah. We’re fine. I don’t know why I did it.”

  “Well she’s right. You could have got yourself killed. I guess that’s why you’re the best storyteller I have. You know, always being part of the action. Getting that first hand experience.”

  “Something like that,” Dennis replied.

  “Well that’s it for now. Let me know if there is anything else you can think of that may be relevant to a story, any story in the last 72 hours.”

  Dennis got up to leave. At the door he stopped.

  “Thanks Tom.”

  “For what?”

  “For caring.”

  “I might be your boss Pete but I’m also your friend. Grab Dixon as soon as he gets in!” Rogerson shouted as Dennis closed the door.

  He made his way slowly back to his desk. There was another yellow post it note stuck to his computer screen. Before he even read it he saw that it was Becky’s handwriting and the message ended in a kiss. An ’x’ with a horizontal line either side.

  “For fuck’s sake,” Dennis said quietly, “This is a form of sexual harrassment.”

  He looked across at her. She was talking to another girl, Ruby, a journalist, but every time she agreed with something Ruby said she nodded then glanced his way. It wasn’t that he was shy or afraid of beautiful women, he’d had his fair share of them, it was just that this one looked like she could get him into trouble. Trouble with Natalie and that was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. He couldn’t imagine life without the beautiful archaeologist now. Their relationship over the months had blossomed into something he’d never had before. He’d been in love before of course, many times. Been hurt many times. Did the hurting. He thought about his girlfriend now and his pulse raced like it always did about her. He glanced at his clock. 10am. She’ll be here in a few hours. He noticed Becky finish her conversation with Ruby and start heading his way.

  “Oh shit.”

  Then he saw James Dixon breeze into the office.

  “Hey James,” Dennis called across the floor.

  Dixon placed his briefcase down by his desk and looked up as Dennis reached him.

  “Well. Well. Well. If it isn’t the man of the moment.”

  Dennis pulled up a chair as Dixon sat.

  “What’s up Pete?”

  “Rogerson wants us to work together this morning. I’ve got to tell you all about what happened on Fri….”

  Dixon bent his neck around Dennis’ shoulder at Becky’s disappearing figure as she entered Rogerson’s office.

  “Was that Becky I just saw in that short skirt.”

  “Yeah.”

  “What do you mean yeah! She’s the hottest babe that’s ever worked here.”

  “Yeah I know.”

  “And you’re telling me you wouldn’t.”

  “No I wouldn’t.”

  “Bullshit!”

  “Look mate between you and me she’s a bloody nightmare.”

  “Nightmare?”

  “Well a distraction then. I think she’s interested in me. Either that or she’s just a tease.”

  “If she was interested in me I wouldn’t hesitate mate. I’d be in there so quick….Oh shit she’s coming over.”

  Dennis turned, saw her and grimaced. He kept his back to her.

  “Oh Peter I was coming to tell you that Mr Dixon was here but I see you’ve found him.”

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  “Morning James,” she said walking off while biting the end of her pencil. Dixon just nodded and waited until she was out of earshot.

  “Fuck me! Damn. I wish I was you.”

  “No. You really don’t. Look, come on forget about her. Let’s get started.”

  Dennis flipped open Dixon’s laptop.

  “I need t
o know what you’ve done so far.”

  Dixon tore his eyes away from the brunette and opened his documents on his laptop.

  “Okay Pete. This was done Friday night.

  The two journalists settled down to read the computer screen.

  “Ahem!”

  They looked up. Natalie was standing there. A large paper bag in one hand, two cartons of coffee in the other.

  “Oh hi!”

  “Did you forget.”

  “What? Oh no! I….what’s the time?” he looked at his watch. It was just after twelve, “No. I’m….of course not. We were just working hard and I lost track of time. This is James.”

  “Hi James.”

  “Hi,” Dixon replied, then spun in his swivel chair to get something from behind, “Another one Pete?” he said quietly.

  Dennis looked at Natalie who raised her hands slightly.

  “Oh yeah. Right.”

  Dennis got up and put the chair he’d borrowed back. He led Natalie towards his desk.

  “What did he mean another one?”

  “What? Oh I’ve no idea,” Dennis replied quickly, avoiding the question.

  “You look nice.”

  “Thank you,” Natalie replied.

  “Who let you in?”

  “A new girl. I don’t know her name. Pretty. Brunette.”

  “Oh her.”

  “Very short skirt.”

  “Has she? I didn’t notice.”

  “She seems nice,” Natalie said smiling as he pulled up a chair for her.

  “I don’t really have much to do with her,” he replied. Then his eyes grew wide at his waste bin. The most recent post it note was on top of the rubbish. The kiss plainly visible. Dennis nudged the bin in under his desk and out of sight.

  “Peter you’re acting very strange.”

  “Am I? Oh no! Just got a lot on at the moment.” He gestured at the paper bag. “What did you get me?”

  “What you asked for. Chicken salad.”

  “Thanks babe,” he said, unwrapping his baguette. Natalie bit into her sandwich then dabbed at the corners of her mouth.

  “Yes she’s very pretty. I’m surprised you’ve never mentioned her. What does she do here?”

  “Her? Not a lot.”