Broken Homes pg-4
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Nightingale arrived back at the Folly at three in the morning, looking as rumpled and as pissed off as I’ve ever seen him. He still had Varvara Sidorovna in tow and informed Molly that she would be our ‘guest’ until further notice. I could hear the quotes around the word ‘guest’ and so could Molly, who took up watching the woman from the shadows as a sort of hobby.
‘What is she?’ Varvara Sidorovna asked me one day when Molly was safely out of earshot.
‘You don’t want to know,’ I told her.
Nobody was happy with us that month except maybe Sussex Police because at least Operation Sallic showed a result when Robert Weil finally pleaded guilty. He claimed to have attacked and killed a complete stranger, shot her in the face and buried her in the woods all on the same night. The fact that Sussex MCT couldn’t find the shotgun, hadn’t identified the body and plainly just didn’t believe the motive for one moment was irrelevant. They had a confession and enough supporting forensic evidence to take to court, so up the steps Robert Weil did go.
Operation Tinker, Bromley MIT’s investigation into Patrick Mulkern’s horrible human kebab impression, essentially stalled on all fronts. Sky remained an unidentified adult female found dead in suspicious circumstances, but since there were no signs of violence and Dr Walid could find no discernible cause of death that was probably going to end up as death by misadventure. All they had to show for a homicide investigation was a criminal damage case against Max and Barry.
No doubt both cases would have garnered more interest in the media had not a tower block been blown up right on top of them. That case went straight to Counter Terrorism Command and became Operation Wentworth before mutating into a joint case with the Serious Fraud Office when the apparent motive was revealed to be removing Skygarden Tower, a Grade II listed building, as a barrier to the massively lucrative redevelopment of Elephant and Castle. It’s a case that could take years to come to court and I expected the Faceless Man had a couple of expendable colleagues to throw, as Varvara Sidorovna put it, out of the troika to keep the wolves busy.
I went to see Mr Nolfi, our impromptu children’s entertainer, now released from hospital, at his home in Wimbledon. I took Abigail along, to teach her how to interview a witness without getting bored and fidgeting.
‘Good Lord,’ he said. ‘Is it bring your daughter to work day?’
‘My cousin,’ I explained.
‘I’m doing a project for school,’ said Abigail.
‘How enterprising,’ said Mr Nolfi.
We asked him if he’d managed to replicate his magic trick since he’d been released home and he conjured a werelight right in front of us.
‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ he asked, despite my horrified expression. ‘I tried doing them for weeks after I got out and then just two week ago it was like somebody has turned on the electricity.’
‘You mustn’t tell anyone about this,’ I said.
‘Why ever not?
That was a good question.
‘Because it’s like the magicians’ circle,’ said Abigail. ‘A magician must never reveal his secrets.’
Mr Nolfi nodded sagely. ‘Mum’s the word eh?’ he said.
‘Believe it,’ said Abigail.
I found Zach behind a bar in a pub situated ten metres below Oxford Street and accessible only via a Crossrail service tunnel. It had a vaulted ceiling and walls that were covered in something that looked like faded wood panelling until you ran your finger across it. The clientele were all men and dressed universally in moleskin trousers, leather waistcoats and high visibility jackets. They sat around the tables, hunched over their beers, heads almost touching and talking in whispers. A Zodiac jukebox stood by the bar and played Dire Straits very, very quietly.
I leaned over the bar and whispered, ‘You’ve been avoiding me.’
‘Do you blame me?’ asked Zach.
‘Did you know?’
‘Did I know what?’
I held up my hand to stop him.
‘No,’ he whispered.
We drank in silence for a bit.
‘Have you talked to Beverley?’ he asked.
‘Why do you ask?’
‘Because she came here to talk to me about you,’ he whispered.
‘Why?’
He shrugged. ‘I don’t know. Suddenly everyone seems to think I’m the Peter Grant expert.’
‘Really? Who else?’
‘Your boss, for one,’ whispered Zach. ‘Then Lady Ty snuck up on me while I wasn’t looking and nearly scared me to death. And Oberon wanted to know on behalf of Effra who probably was asking on behalf of Beverley.’
‘How’s Nicky?’
‘Not a happy camper, but she’s young and immortal,’ he whispered. ‘She’ll get over it eventually.’
With a worryingly creaky mechanical sound the jukebox flipped records and started playing Sultans of Swing.
‘Why Dire Straits?’
Zach waved his hand at his whispering clientele. ‘They’re working their way through the last hundred years of popular culture. It was the early 70s last month.’
‘But Dire Straits?’
‘They were getting a little bit too fond of Marc Bolan,’ he whispered. ‘I did consider introducing them to the lo-fi percussion and funky R amp;B goodness that was the Washington Go Go sound, but in the end I reckoned that might be just a bit too much for their tiny little minds to cope with.’
‘You could try Public Enemy,’ I whispered.
‘I hear you’re living with the Night Witch,’ whispered Zach. ‘What’s that like?’
‘Creepy in a sort of charming Bond villain way,’ I whispered. ‘We’re all very polite and careful around each other. We’re getting rid of her soon.’ Nightingale was forging a bracelet that he planned to seal around her wrist using his magic metal-fusing powers so she couldn’t get it off without more magic or some serious bolt cutters. To prevent the former it was fitted with the guts of an electronic tag that reported her location every sixty seconds — if Varvara Sidorovna used magic it would blow the chip and sound the alarm.
‘Nightingale’s told her that if he has to track her down again he’ll deport her back to Russia,’ I whispered.
‘Won’t they just give her a medal?’ asked Zach. ‘Heroine of the Great Patriotic War and all that.’ He caught me staring at him. ‘I did a history GCSE you know. I liked the Russians — I could relate.’
‘Shoot her or recruit her,’ I whispered. ‘The point is she becomes their problem not ours.’
The jukebox flipped to Who Wants To Live Forever by Queen.
‘You’re kidding me?’ I said too loudly and got glared at.
‘We have karaoke nights,’ whispered Zach. ‘This is the favourite followed by I Want To Break Free.’
I finished my pint and made to leave.
‘Have you considered the idea,’ asked Zach, ‘that Lesley might be doing this as a way of worming her way into the Faceless Man’s organisation — under cover double agent style of thing?’ He trailed off.
‘He’s promised her her face back,’ I said.
‘You can’t know that,’ hissed Zach.
No, but I knew that Dr Walid had found chimeric cells on a woman who’d had her face erased by a shotgun blast. Covering evidence of experiments by the Faceless Man aimed at restoring Lesley’s face. A bait he must have reckoned she couldn’t resist — how could anyone? He’d probably planned to keep her in the Folly and get her to spy on us. Nightingale had said that the Faceless Man wasn’t Moriarty, but from my perspective he was doing a really good impression of the man.
‘That’s the only motive that makes sense,’ I hissed back.
‘It might be both,’ whispered Zach. ‘You’ve got to at least consider that possibility.’
I shook my head.
‘If she gets in touch with you, will you let me know?’ I asked.
‘What do you think?’
I thought that there was not a chance in hell he would.
&nbs
p; ‘Fair enough,’ I said and went home.
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