by Chris Ryan
The gamekeeper gave Alex a hostile stare and walked off.
As Rob accompanied them to the gate, a green Range Rover swung in from the lane. On the roof were three gutted deer carcasses. The five friends glimpsed shiny long black rifle barrels and tweed jackets. The driver pulled up and four figures got out. Their Highland tweeds were accessorized with funky scarves and swinging earrings.
‘Hey, guys,’ hissed Li. ‘Do you know who that was? That R’n’B star. What’s her name?’ She narrowed her eyes, trying to remember.
Amber peered over Hex’s shoulder. ‘Well, whoever it is, green’s not her colour.’
‘Those people with the pointer should be very grateful to you,’ said Rob. ‘I had a gun dog which died from an adder bite. I was out on the moors with her; didn’t get back quickly enough and she suffocated.’
Paulo was already jogging down the road backwards. ‘No problem. Let us know if you get any news about him. We’re staying at the hostel.’
‘I will,’ nodded Rob.
Li and Amber gave Alex and Hex a brief wave, then joined Paulo jogging down the road. Hex and Alex would take Tiff for the afternoon.
‘We’d better be getting on too,’ said Hex. ‘We’ve got a walk ahead of us.’ Tiff gave him a mutinous look, which he ignored.
A thought occurred to Alex. He called to Rob, who was walking back up the drive, ‘Does anyone round here hunt at night?’
Rob shook his head. ‘No. It’s too dangerous to shoot in low visibility.’
Alex frowned. ‘Not ever?’
‘Not even the gamekeepers do it. Those rifle bullets travel a long way.’ He waved to them. ‘See you around.’ He turned and walked back to the yard.
Alex frowned. If the gamekeepers weren’t shooting at night, what were they doing out in the bothy so late?
9
SUSPICIONS
Tiff was on the phone. ‘It’s pants here. The rave was good but I’m fed up now.’
Hex caught a snatch of her conversation as he went past her room. ‘Not as fed up as we are,’ he muttered under his breath and headed down the stairs.
He found the others in the office – Alex sitting at the desk, Li perched on top of the filing cabinet, Paulo in one of the easy chairs and Amber crosslegged on the floor with the Ordnance Survey map. They were going to discuss the programme for the next day, but Alex had the piece of cardboard in front of him and was looking at the label.
‘Hex, have you heard of ketamine?’
Hex sighed. ‘So that’s what you were fretting about all the way back.’
‘I wasn’t fretting, I was thinking,’ said Alex.
Amber fixed Hex with a long-suffering expression. ‘Hex, for goodness’ sake do a search, tell him they use it to clean the silver and then we can get on with some planning.’
Hex had his palmtop switched on, the screen monitoring Tiff’s position. So long as she was on the phone they knew where she was. He minimized that website screen and flipped open another to search. Seconds later, he had some results. ‘Ketamine. Powerful anaesthetic used mainly on farm animals by vets. Also used by the rave subculture . . . known as Special K, Ket, Vitamin K or just K. Can cause hallucinations, or loss of co-ordination—’
‘Hallucinations?’ repeated Alex.
Hex typed a couple more words into the search engine and scanned the results. ‘It might be what you were given, but it’s not the only thing that causes hallucinations.’
But Alex wouldn’t let it go. ‘Yet they do have ketamine at the lodge and Amber says the vet didn’t prescribe it. Where did they get it?’
Hex’s fingers worked again. He read the results. ‘It’s not illegal to possess it, but its sale and supply are controlled so it’s illegal to give it away or sell it.’ He looked up. ‘They’re not breaking any laws by having it.’
Alex still wasn’t satisfied. ‘What do they use it for? Why would they need to anaesthetize their animals?’
Paulo stepped in. ‘You can use some anaesthetics as tranquillizers. It’s very handy when you’ve got a tonne of heifer trying to kill you for treating a cut on her leg.’
Alex thought. ‘What about that guy? The other gamekeeper?’ He picked up the ketamine label between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Did you see the way he looked at me when I wouldn’t give this to him?’
Li was starting to get irritated. Surely Alex must realize he was making a mountain out of a molehill? He must still be a bit drugged. She had a point she wanted to make but she was afraid it would make Alex worse.
‘That guy was looking at everyone,’ said Paulo. ‘He thought I was Enrique Iglesias.’
The room erupted in a gale of raucous laughter. Even Alex forgot his preoccupations and clutched the chair, helpless.
Hex calmed down first, tried to get the conversation back on track, but started chuckling instead, which set everyone off again. Gradually their mirth subsided.
Li felt a lot better. Paulo had cleverly cleared the air. ‘Listen,’ she said, ‘didn’t the vet say there was a drugs black market? Maybe that suspicious guy got the ketamine a bit cheap for general use around the animals and was trying to hide the fact.’ She glanced at Paulo. ‘What do you think, Enrique?’
Amber began chuckling again, then Paulo. That started Hex and Alex and before they knew it they were all helpless again.
Amber wiped a tear from her eye. ‘Alex, just get this out of your system. Why don’t you go and look at the bothy again now? There are enough of us here to sort out the kayaking gear for tomorrow. Go and do what you need to do.’
Li felt mean for being irritated with him earlier. ‘I’ll come with you,’ she said. ‘Kayaking’s not my thing. I feel like another walk.’
Li and Alex climbed into the hills just as the sun was setting. The clouds had turned to purple and crimson; the mountains stood out black against a golden halo, as though there was a glowing fire just behind them. The two friends carried torches but preferred to keep them switched off, soaking up the silence, the vast purpling sky, the fresh cooling air. An owl rose out of the trees, its wings a wide silhouette, silent as a glider.
‘This is so lovely,’ said Li. ‘What a pity people come here to kill things. That lodge rears pheasants and grouse for people to kill. And that pop star, or whoever she was, was out shooting deer today – who’d want to shoot a deer?’
‘I suppose people pay a lot of money to hunt,’ said Alex.
‘They do in that place,’ said Li. ‘You know what annoys me, it’s not necessary. It’s not like some of the parts of the world we’ve been to, where you have to be self-sufficient. If we were in the middle of the jungle and we had to kill something to get a meal, I’ve no problem with that. But a bunch of rich Hooray Henrys – they can’t eat a whole deer and they probably wouldn’t want to.’
They started to climb more steeply, pulling themselves up on rocks that jutted out of the wiry grass. ‘Have you seen Glaickvullin village?’ said Alex.
‘No.’
‘I saw it last week when I took Amber down to get more insulin.’ Amber was a diabetic and had to take regular medication, but she didn’t let it cramp her style.
‘And?’ said Li.
‘Well, you know Tongue?’
‘Yes.’ Tongue was a tiny village; they went there to get petrol and diesel for the vehicles. Aside from the petrol station it had a hotel, a bank, a farm and some cottages. That was all.
‘Glaickvullin’s like a different planet,’ said Alex.
‘How?’
They reached the top of the hill. Below, the white walls of the hostel reflected the sunset glow.
‘It’s got a posh country clothing shop and a gift shop selling lots of things marked WITH LOVE FROM SCOTLAND. There are a lot of local people making a living out of the people who come here to shoot. And then there are the gamekeepers – it’s a traditional job. They have to look after the environment, farming the heather, making sure the animals on the estate are healthy . . .’
Li paused,
hands on hips. ‘But they shoot so many birds they have to keep rearing more of them or they’d die out.’
‘Many more of them are released than are shot. A lot of them go and live in the wild.’
They marched on again. ‘That doesn’t make sense, Alex. If there are a lot of them in the wild, why do the keepers have to breed them?’
‘Too many natural predators. And the weather’s so cold up here that partridge and pheasant don’t breed. The point is, it’s a natural resource, like oil. The gamekeepers make sure it’s managed in a responsible, sustainable way.’
‘You sound like you’ve been finding out a lot about this.’
‘My mum has. She doesn’t want me to have a job where I might get shot at, like my dad. My careers officer told her about gamekeeping and she thought it would be perfect – the outdoors, and a few guns, but—’
‘But nice and safe. Birds and deer can’t shoot back.’
‘Precisely,’ said Alex. ‘She’s worried I’m going to try for the armed forces again.’ Some time ago Alex had applied to join the army but had been turned down. He’d been gutted, but he’d never quite let go of the dream.
They walked on. Instead of wiry grass swishing against their legs they felt brittle twigs which smelled charred. The gamekeepers had been out burning heather, which kept it in good condition to provide cover for the birds.
‘Parents, huh?’ said Li. ‘Always trying to wrap you in cotton wool.’
‘Yeah,’ said Alex. ‘Can’t be easy for Mum, though. She gets so worried about Dad. Hey – were you checked out by the police before this trip? To see if you had any criminal history before they let you look after the kids?’
Li nodded. ‘Yeah. I was dead scared what they’d turn up. All these things we’ve done over the past few years – I know it wasn’t illegal but I’d hate my parents to know about it.’
Alex agreed. ‘I was scared stiff until they gave me the all-clear.’ He turned his torch on to check his compass. It was fully dark now; the torch would have to stay on.
‘So what does the future hold for you, Li?’
‘I have an uncle with a traditional martial arts school in Shanghai.’
Alex asked, half joking, ‘Is there a Cheong style of martial arts?’
‘Actually there is. There are thousands of traditional family styles of martial arts throughout the country.’
‘And might the Cheong academy be getting a dynamic new sensei?’
Li sighed. ‘I don’t know. I’d really, really like to carry it on. They all say I’m the natural successor, but I don’t know if I’m ready to settle down.’
Settle down. The words made Alex feel sad.
Li stopped and shone the torch around. ‘Hey,’ she whispered. The beam caught a stone wall twenty metres away.
‘That’s it,’ said Alex.
They crept up in silence. The bothy was dark. Alex’s torch reflected off the windows in a white slick. He peered inside. It all looked much the same as earlier that day.
Li tried the door. ‘Locked.’
Alex stood back and shone his torch over the building. It looked peaceful and quiet, like an empty house.
Li went and stood close to him. ‘What now?’
‘I feel like a right twit. But I’d like to stay for a bit, see if anything happens.’
There was a low stone wall that went round one side of the bothy, like a garden wall. They sat down beside it, huddling into the shadow. The two friends could have carried on their conversation, but now things were different. This was a mission.
After about ten minutes a new sound joined the peaceful night sounds. At first it was barely noticeable, like a buzzing insect, but bit by bit it became louder. An engine. Coming their way.
Li gripped Alex’s arm. Two pinpoints of light bounced up the hill. Headlights.
Alex’s mind raced. He hadn’t expected a vehicle – by the sound it must be a quad bike; he’d thought it would be somebody on foot. Had there been a vehicle the previous night? There could have been, parked behind the bothy.
Would the driver see them in the headlights? They hadn’t come kitted out for camouflage. Alex’s combat trousers were khaki, which looked pale at night. Why hadn’t he worn black? They hadn’t got camouflage cream on either. ‘Hide your face,’ he hissed to Li.
The bike pulled up beside the bothy and the engine stopped. A torch flashed around, then a figure was at the door. The lock clicked and the hinges creaked open. A shadow passed inside, its footsteps like sandpaper on the gritty floor inside. There was a golden flare as a match was lit, followed by a softer glow that lit the room gently. The paraffin lamp.
A second figure remained on the bike, a cigarette glowing red and lighting up his hands. The acrid tang of the smoke drifted over to Li and Alex. He was only ten metres away from them. They stayed very, very still. The other figure came back out of the bothy. The lighted cigarette was mashed under a boot. Then they both went inside.
Li and Alex could see the pale square of light on the ground, occasionally darkened by shadows moving across the window. It allowed them to make out the vehicle – a six-wheeled all-terrain vehicle, or ATV, similar to the quad bikes they had at the hostel.
Li decided it was safe to whisper. ‘Should we go closer—?’
Suddenly the door opened and the two figures came out again. A deer carcass swung heavily between them. They loaded it onto the flat bed at the back of the ATV, went back in, then came out with another. Their torches illuminated the name on the flat bed: 6x6 POLARIS, and a dent in the flange of metal that arched over the wheel. One of the men pulled elastic ropes over the carcasses to secure them while the other went back into the bothy. The pale square of light in the window disappeared, leaving only the pinpoint of torches. The door was locked, then the engine chugged into life and the headlights came on. The second man climbed on behind the driver and they sped away, the headlights questing into the night.
Li and Alex breathed out a long, grateful sigh. Alex got up and looked through the window of the bothy, shining his torch in.
‘Anything?’ said Li, coming up behind him.
‘Can’t see much,’ said Alex. He turned to look at her. ‘But Rob at the lodge specifically said nobody went shooting at night.’
‘There wasn’t any shooting,’ said Li. ‘Those deer were already dead. The guys were probably catching up with work.’
Alex searched the ground with his torch. ‘You always gut them immediately they’re shot. If you leave them they blow up with gas and smell awful. And I can’t see any entrails here.’
‘So those deer were already gutted.’
‘But that’s weird,’ said Alex agitatedly. ‘Those people who went shooting this morning had their carcasses with them to show off their catch.’ He looked at Li, who was standing with her hands on her hips. Her body language was saying ‘sceptical’. Alex sighed. ‘I’m going off on one again, aren’t I?’
Li prodded him gently in the ribs. ‘At least they showed up. You didn’t imagine it entirely. However, I was expecting them to do something a bit more exciting.’
Alex turned away from the bothy. ‘Come on, let’s get back.’
For a while they walked in silence. Li could tell that Alex was lost in his thoughts. Although he was trying to laugh it off now, there was something still bothering him. Whatever he thought he saw here must have been quite upsetting. She’d heard that people who had a bad trip on LSD could be deeply scarred. In a way, she understood. She’d had a bad experience abseiling once, and it took her a long time to put it behind her. Perhaps it was a similar feeling.
‘Go on,’ she said, ‘tell me what you’re thinking. I know you’re still fretting.’
Alex sighed. ‘I just keep thinking there’s something important I’ve forgotten.’
Li’s torch picked out a shiny object in the darkness. She stopped, startled. Her voice dropped to a whisper. ‘That wasn’t there before.’
They went closer. Their torches picked out si
x tyres, shiny green paintwork, handlebars. The name on the flat bed: 6x6 POLARIS. The same dent in the wheel arch.
‘It’s the ATV from the bothy,’ whispered Li. ‘What’s it doing here?’
Alex put his hand on the bonnet. It was warm, but had probably been stopped for about five minutes. Li flashed her torch around. There was no sign of the drivers. She peered into the darkness for torches, but the night was pitch black.
Alex inspected the flat bed on the back of the ATV. ‘The deer are gone. But where are the drivers?’
Li looked at the map. She laughed quietly.
‘What’s funny?’
‘Oh it’s nothing.’ She felt silly. Then she felt dishonest. Here was Alex, trying to get to grips with a weird experience; the least she could do was confess about her own. ‘You know the cave where Tiff got stuck and I had to rescue her? The cave with the noise?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Well, the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced it sounded like a generator. When we got back I got out the map of the pothole and matched it up with the Ordnance Survey map. I really was thinking there might be a machine buried in a hidden cave there, doing something clandestine. But it was just open moor.’
Alex shrugged. ‘Maybe what you heard was somebody driving nearby. Or an underground water course.’
‘No, it didn’t sound like that. It was constant, but it didn’t really sound like water. Paulo came in while I was looking and asked what I was doing. I pretended I was looking at the map for another reason. Anyway, just as a matter of interest, it was right here. And now here’s the Mary Celeste ATV.’
Alex chuckled and linked his arm through hers. ‘Glad I’m not the only one going mad. Come on, let’s get back. Thanks for coming out with me.’
10
WHALE
A grey seal swam alongside Paulo’s kayak, its dark eyes looking at him curiously, its long snout ending in two narrow nostrils. It had been following them since they pushed off from the stony shore.
A road bridge crossed high above them, making a dark shadow across the choppy water. Six yellow Day-Glo kayaks paddled out of the V-shaped inlet, on their way to the sea – Amber and Hex at the front, Alex and Tiff in the middle and, bringing up the rear, Li and Paulo. Plus one seal.
