'Is that Nina?' said a Jersey-accented voice.
Yes?'
It's Charlie, Charlie Brooks.' Eddie's boss. Oh, hi,' she said. How are you?'
Fine, thanks. Listen, I've been trying to get a hold of Eddie, but his phone's off. Is he with you? I need to talk to him about a new client.'
'No. I've been trying to call him myself.'
Really? Huh. Not like him to be out of contact when he's not working.' Isn't he with Grant Thorn?
Nah, not till later. Well, if you talk to him in the next hour or so tell him I called, else I'll pass it on to one of my other guys.'
I'll tell him.' She disconnected. If Eddie wasn't working, then what was he doing, and why was his phone switched off?
More to the point. . . why had he told her he would be with Grant Thorn all day?
In her current frame of mind, she couldn't help constructing scenarios. None of them were good. Was he doing something he didn't want her to know about? The past months had not been ideal for their relationship. What if he was seeing someone else?
She shook her head, refusing to countenance it. Eddie wouldn't do that to her.
Would he?
She reached Grand Central and rode the subway back to Queens, taking the gloomy walk south to Blissville. Along the way, her phone chimed - not a call, but a text message. Eddie. Terse as ever.
Sony I missed call in middle of somediing. Talk later. How did UN go? Eddie x Super fine,' Nina sighed.
The black Cadillac limousine cruised through midtown Manhattan. 'Almost there, Mr Thorn,' said the driver.
Good, cool,' said Grant. He was wearing the formal suit he had bought the day before. He was also on edge, a far cry from his usual cocky self as he fingered his collar.
You okay?' Eddie asked.
Yeah, yeah, fine. Just, you know, this is a big thing. Even bigger than winning the People's Choice award.'
Eddie kept his opinions on that to himself as they arrived at their destination. The Osirian Temple's New York 'church' was actually an unimposing East Midtown building with a neon sign over its entrance, an Egyptian-style eye superimposed over a triangle, which he assumed was meant to be a pyramid. But while the building was nothing noteworthy, the crowd outside resembled the crush surrounding the red carpet on Oscar night.
Lot of people,' he said. Several men in tailored dark green blazers cleared a space so the Cadillac could pull over.
Fast-growing religion, man. I mean, who doesn't want to live for ever?
Depends who you're living with.' The limo stopped. You want me to wait with the car?'
No, come in with me, check it out. Maybe you'll even want to join up.
To his credit, Eddie just about managed to hold in a sarcastic comment as he got out of the limo and opened the door for Grant. The crowd responded enthusiastically as the star emerged.
Hi, everyone, hi! Great to see you,' said Grant, turning on the megawatt smile that had helped take him to ten million dollars a movie. The men in green acted as a human cordon as he headed for the entrance, shaking hands and posing for photos. As the limo pulled away, Eddie's experienced eyes swept the crowd for any hint of threat, but everyone seemed to be behaving. All the same, he subtly increased his pace, shepherding Grant towards the door.
It soon turned out, though, that the movie star wasn't the afternoon's top attraction. More men emerged from the building, a green-blazered phalanx driving through the crowd like a plough to clear a path across the sidewalk. Someone cried It's Osir!' - and as one, the throng turned to watch a longer limo arrive.
If Grant had been greeted with enthusiasm, this was nearer to hysteria. To Eddie's amusement, a hand that had been outstretched to Grant was snatched away just as he reached for it, leaving the actor with a brief expression of startled hurt. The minders flanked the limo's door.
Khalid Osir climbed out.
Even at first glance, Eddie could tell Osir had that special quality possessed only by a lucky few - a natural, powerful charisma, evident in the easy confidence with which he moved and the irrepressible sparkle in his eyes. Eddie guessed him to be in his mid-forties, though he somehow got the feeling that Osir was older than he appeared. And while Grant was a movie star, a man of the moment who had made it with the help of good looks, modest talent and a great agent, Osir looked more like a movie legend, someone who would outshine younger rivals generation after generation. He glanced at his client. Grant's face was a mix of awe and a hint of jealousy.
Hello, my friends!' the cult leader boomed over the cheering. Tm so happy to see so many of you here today. May the light of the sun-god Ra bless you all!
May the spirit of Osiris protect and strengthen you!' people chanted in reply. Even Grant joined in, though he accidentally transposed protect' and strengthen'. Osir beamed and made his way to the building, talking to his followers along the way. Eddie couldn't help noticing that attractive women got the lion's share of his attention.
Another man had meanwhile stepped out of the limo, practically unnoticed by the crowd -though his scowl immediately stood out amongst the smiles, and the third man who followed him set off warning bells at the back of Eddie's mind. It was obvious from his features that the second man was closely related to Osir - a brother? - but it was equally plain that his sibling had been more favourably blessed both by the genetic lottery and by life itself, his own harder, thinner face scarred by a major burn across his right cheek. His wiry, greasy-haired companion in the snakeskin jacket, meanwhile, looked like a redneck, but from his alert stance and attitude Eddie could instantly tell he was ex-military.
Osir reached the door to find Grant waiting for him. Ah, Mr Thorn!' he said, clasping the actor's hand and shaking it firmly. Cameras flashed in the crowd; the two men instinctively turned to face them with their widest smiles. It's so good to finally meet you.
Same here, Mr Osir,' said Grant.
Call me Khalid, please. I feel like I know you already from your movies.'
Grant grinned, pleased. Really? Cool! I've tried to watch all of yours, but they're kind of hard to get on Netflix. I saw Osiris and Set, though. You were awesome in that.'
Osir waved a hand modestly. You must visit the Osirian Temple's headquarters in Switzerland, and I will show you the others. Come whenever you like; my door is always open. But acting is behind me now - I have a new calling. And I am so very pleased that you,' he turned to address the crowd, that all of you have chosen to follow me on this incredible journey. There are already tens of thousands of us, all around the world, and our numbers will grow as more discover that only through the teachings of Osiris can true immortality be found. We shall all live for ever!' He raised his hands, the crowd cheering again.
His brother impatiently gave an order, and the minders pushed the crowd back. One opened the door, and with another wave Osir went inside with his companions, the man in snakeskin giving Eddie a disdainful look.
Grant went to the door, but hesitated when he realised Eddie wasn't following. What's up?
It's not really my kind of thing. You go in; I'll wait for you.'
No, come on, man. You listen to what he's got to say - it'll change your life. You'll be able to reverse your ageing, look like you're in your thirties again/
I am in my thirties,' Eddie told him frostily.
Really? Whoa. No offence, dude. You just look kinda . . . battered.' Realising his words weren't thawing his bodyguard, Grant changed his mind. 'Okay, you . . . wait for me. Yeah.
Have fun, Mr Thorn,' Eddie said as Grant went inside. He shook his head, grinning faintly. His employer was living proof that some people would believe anything.
Still, at least the Osirian Temple appeared to be the harmless kind of crank cult.
Several hours later, Eddie returned home. 'So how did it go at the UN?' he asked as he entered the apartment - and saw that today's wine bottle was fully empty. 'Oh.'
It was absolutely goddamn horrible,' said Nina, scowling. She had only felt up to calling Hogarth
a few hours earlier, and the act of relating the argument had made her angry all over again. I didn't accomplish anything at all, and Maureen was an utter bitch who ended up making me feel this big.' She waved an unsteady hand at him, holding her thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart. 'I shouldn't have gone. I wouldn't have gone if you hadn't forced me.'
I didn't force you,' Eddie objected.
Yeah, you did! You might as well have carried me there in a sack!
He shook his head. Jesus! Rothschild's the one who pissed you off, so why're you having a go at me?'
Because you're hereV she cried. 'For a change.'
Oh, for Christ's sake,' Eddie sighed. Not this again. I was working! I offered to try to work something out with Charlie yesterday, and you told me not to.'
The mention of Charlie reminded Nina of something. Where were you this morning? I tried calling you, but you didn't answer your phone.'
Probably 'cause I was working. I'm not supposed to take personal calls when I'm on the clock. You know that.'
But you weren't when I called you, though. Charlie phoned me - he couldn't get hold of you and asked if I knew where you were.'
He hesitated, uneasy. What time was this?
After I left the UN. About half past one.
Oh, right. Yeah, I was with Grant Thorn.'
That's funny,' said Nina, amusement far from her face. Charlie told me you weren't working until later.'
The sound of wheels spinning in his head was almost audible. That's 'cause ... I was doing Grant a favour. Off the books.
What sort of favour?'
He wanted me to pick him up some orange juice.' Seeing her dubious look, he went on: Seriously! Lazy sod couldn't be bothered to walk a block to get it himself
I thought you had a policy about not doing that sort of thing. Y'know, the whole bodyguard not butler principle.'
Well, when he offers to pay me an extra five hundred bucks it's more like a guideline.' He paid you five hundred dollars to get orange juice?'
He retrieved yesterday's wad of notes from his jacket and tossed it on to the table. See? Bloke really does have more money than sense.
Nina regarded the money suspiciously. She knew Eddie more than well enough to be aware that maintaining a poker face was not one of his talents, and he seemed to be inwardly congratulating himself on his quick thinking. Maybe Grant Thorn really had been absurdly generous, but there was more to the story. 'So what were you doing for the rest of the day? It doesn't take that long to buy orange juice/
You didn't see the queue,' he said, with a half-laugh that faded under Nina's gaze. Yeah, I was doing something else too. I . . . met up with a friend/
Her gaze intensified. 'A female friend?
A cop friend.'
To his concealed relief, Nina didn't point out that it was possible to be both female and a cop. Instead, she said, I didn't know you had any cop friends.'
Sorry, J didn't know I was supposed to give you a complete list of all my mates everywhere in the world. I've got loads of friends/
She wasn't sure if he'd meant to put emphasis on the I've part of his reply, but in her current mood she wasn't going to let it pass without comment. Unlike me, you mean?'
Where did that bloody come from? I never said you don't have any friends.'
Well, that's because I do have 'em. I've got . . .' She considered it, face falling over the seconds it took her to finish the sentence. There's Piper.'
Who moved to San Francisco.'
■Matt! Matt Trulli's a friend.'
Who you haven't spoken to for months.'
He's still a friend! And there's Lola!' Nina added with a triumphant jab of her hand. Lola's a friend. And I'm having dinner with her tomorrow, actually. So, yeah, I've got friends.'
I never said you didn't! Why're you getting all defensive about it?'
Because . . . because that's something else that's been getting me down,' she admitted. Almost all of my friends are archaeologists or historians. And ever since I got screwed over by the media, they've been treating me like I'm radioactive.'
Then maybe they weren't really friends to begin with,' Eddie told her. 'So why'd you instantly assume I was seeing a woman friend this morning? What, you - ha! - think I'm having an affair?
No, not really, just . . .' She sagged. 'It would have been the perfect capper to a really horrible day. The thought came to me, and it just wouldn't go away. You're out at all hours, and I. . . well, I haven't exactly been the best company recently. And we haven't, y'know, had sex for a while.
'Five days is "a while"?'
We only just got married - we're supposed to be having sex every five minutesV She flopped back on the couch. 'God. After all the horrible crap that happened to us, I thought that at least our getting married would be one perfect thing that would see us through it. But. . .'
You're not having second thoughts, are you?' Eddie asked, concerned.
No, God, no. It'sjust... it hasn't been what I thought it would. What I hoped it would.
Marriage's like life, I suppose. Things always change, and you've got to adapt with 'em. There's a military saying - dunno who said it, Napoleon or someone - "No plan survives contact with the enemy."
It was Field Marshal Helmuth von Moltke,' corrected Nina, earning herself a double-take from her husband. 'But if marriage was the plan, who's the enemy?'
Everyone and everything outside this room.
T hate this room.
'Okay, off this couch.'
Not a big fan of the couch, either.' They both managed half-hearted laughs.
Well, look,' said Eddie, I'm not seeing anyone else, okay? I know what it's like to be on the other end of that from when I was married to Sophia. So don't worry about it. Or anything else, either. Have a nice girlie day out with Lola tomorrow, and take your mind off everything.' He gestured at the wad of money. 'If Grant asks me to pick up any more orange juice for him, maybe we'll even be able to afford a holiday.'
That'd be nice. Somewhere exotic.
Egypt?' The TV was showing another promo for the opening of the Sphinx, the live event now only three days away.
Nina huffed. Yeah, right. I think it'd be a tad out of our price range.
He kissed her cheek. Let's see what tomorrow brings, eh?'
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Despite waking with another hangover, Nina felt better than she had for quite some time. Merely committing herself to doing something outside her depressed rut had acted like a spark; after Eddie left to babysit another client around town, she decided to follow his example and cross the river to spend time in her native Manhattan before meeting Lola.
She found the memo Lola had given her and double-checked the gallery's address. The message from Macy Sharif was written above it, forgotten until now. She didn't remember the name; the intern must have started at the IHA after she left.
Remembering what Lola had said about Macy 's getting into trouble with the Egyptian police, she almost dismissed the note from her mind, but on a whim, prompted by her new-found urge to action, decided to follow up on it instead. It would take her the better part of fifteen minutes to walk to the nearest subway station, so making the call would at least pass the time. She left the apartment, dialling the number as she descended the narrow stairs
'Hello?' A man's voice.
'Hi,' said Nina, thumb already hovering over the button to end the call. 'May I speak to Macy Sharif?"
Hesitation, then wariness: 'Who's calling?'
'My name's Nina Wilde. She left a message asking me to call.'
The ambient noise from the other end of the line became muffled as the man put his hand over the phone. There was a short exchange with someone else, then a cry of excitement. Nina raised her eyebrows. This Macy was very keen to speak to her.
A clunk and rattle as the phone was snatched from its owner. Hello? Hello! Dr Wilde, are you there? Is that you?' The woman's accent was upscale southern with a vaguely Hispanic lilt.
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br /> 'Yeah, hi,' Nina replied as she reached the sidewalk, rounding a ridiculously large red pickup truck parked outside her building before crossing the street. Is this Macy?'
'Yes, it is, yeah! Dr Wilde, thanks for calling me back, it's such an honour to be talking to you. Really! ['ma big fan of yours/
A fan? Nina wasn't quite sure how to take that. This wasn't some practical joke, was it? Uh . . . thanks. You left a message at the IHA that you wanted to talk to me?
Yes. Look, this 11 probably sound weird and maybe a bit stalkerish, but I really need to see you in person. I've got something I need to show you. You still live in New York, don't you?'
Nina eyed the streets around her. More or less.'
Tin staying with a friend in the East Village. Is there any chance you could meet me?'
I'm actually heading into Manhattan right now,' Nina volunteered without thinking, before realising that she'd just blown a chance to turn Macy down politely. 'But I don't know if I'll have the time today.'
I can meet you whenever, wherever - I just need ten minutes of your time.'
'For what?'
It's about Dr Berkeley's dig in Egypt, at the Sphinx.'
The mention of Berkeley brought back the previous day's humiliating meeting with Rothschild, which didn't do Macy's request any favours. That dig's nothing to do with me,' Nina told her. 'If you want to talk to somebody about it, you'd be better off finding someone at the IHA.'
No, I really need to show this to you. In person. You'll understand why once you've seen it. Please, Dr Wilde? Just ten minutes. Five minutes, even. It's really important.
The pleading in her voice seemed completely genuine. Look,' Nina finally said, I'm meeting a friend, and we're going to dinner later. But I might be able to see you after that.' The East Village was her old neighbourhood, not too far from where she and Lola would be having dinner. She tried to think of somewhere fairly close to a subway station, so she could return home afterwards with the minimum of fuss. 'There's a coffee shop called 52 Perk-Up
on 7th Street, near Second Avenue. If I've got time, I'll call you and we can meet there. I can't promise anything, though.
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