The Secret Gift
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For Kevin & Lucy.
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
1 The Attack
2 Isolation
3 The Proposal
4 War Stories
5 The Dying Detective
6 A Killing in St Petersburg
7 The World’s Most Expensive Fish
8 The Hit List
9 Fire & Light
10 Safe Ground
11 Fever
12 The Wrong Luggage
13 The Chase
14 War
15 Secrets in the Dark
16 Snow
17 The Master’s Identity
18 The Last Fight
19 Blake
20 Facing Death
21 The Darkest Hour
22 The Pieces of the Puzzle
23 The Odd Couple
24 All the Time in the World
About the Author
Copyright
Other Books
MAIN GUILD TARGETS.
All high priority targets are to be exterminated with immediate effect.
Target One
Name: Elizabeth Armitage.
Code name: Queen.
Age: 35.
Nationality: English.
Gift Level: 9.
Known Gifts: Mind-Switcher (Mutated).
Status: High Priority Target.
Location: Last sighted in London on the 3rd of August.
Guild Classification: Deep Black.
Target Two
Name: Michael Huntington.
Code name: Rogue.
Age: 43.
Nationality: Scottish.
Gift Level: 8.
Known Gifts: Psychokinesis (Partial). Electro-psych (Pure). Light-Tuner (Pure).
Status: High Priority Target.
Location: Last sighted in Ireland on the 9th of December.
Guild Classification: Deep Black.
Target Three
Name: Dominic Ballentine.
Code name: Chimera.
Age: 45.
Nationality: French.
Gift Level: 8.
Known Gifts: Psychokinesis (Pure).
Status: Undetermined.
Location: Last sighted in London on the 28th of November.
Guild Classification: Deep Black
Target Four
Name: James Tucker.
Code name: Furnace.
Age: 30.
Nationality: American.
Gift Level: 7.
Known Gifts: Pyrokinesis (Pure).
Status: High Priority Target.
Location: Last sighted in Kiev, Ukraine on the 2nd of May.
Guild Classification: Deep Black.
Target Five
Name: Cathy Atkinson.
Code name: Dolittle.
Age: 20.
Nationality: English.
Gift Level: 7.
Known Gifts: Mind-Switcher (Pure).
Status: Mid Priority Target.
Location: Unconfirmed sighting in London, England on the 9th of December.
Guild Classification: White.
Target Six
Name: Amanda Ellenberger.
Code name: Singer.
Age: 51.
Nationality: Swiss.
Gift Level: 9.
Known Gifts: Precognitive (Pure), Siren (Pure).
Status: Mid Priority Target.
Location: Last sighted in Glasgow, Scotland on the 20th of November.
Guild Classification: Red.
Target Seven
Name: Joshua Carlebach.
Code name: Ranger.
Age: 22.
Nationality: Israeli.
Gift Level: 7.
Known Gifts: Emotomagnet (Pure), Light-Tuner (Pure).
Status: Mid Priority Target.
Location: Last sighted in New York, United States on the 8th of January.
Guild Classification: Black.
Target Eight
Name: Ross Bentley.
Code name: Devil.
Age: 19.
Nationality: Irish.
Gift Level: 9.
Known Gifts: Psychokinesis (Pure), Precognitive (Pure), Time-scanner (Pure).
Status: Mid Priority Target.
Location: No reported sightings in the last twelve months.
Guild Classification: Deep Black.
Target Nine
Name: Janice Powell.
Code name: Pilot.
Age: 19.
Nationality: Unknown.
Gift Level: 7.
Gifts: Space Rupter (Pure).
Status: Mid Priority Target.
Location: Last sighted in London, England on the 15th of October.
Guild Classification: White.
Target Ten
Name: Anne Wilkins.
Code name: Thief.
Age: 18.
Nationality: Welsh.
Gift Level: 8.
Gifts: Electro-Psych (Pure), Light-Tuner (Pure), Siren (Pure).
Status: Undetermined.
Location: Last sighted in Cardiff, Wales on the 10th of November.
Guild Classification: White.
CHAPTER ONE
The Attack
‘Night was fast approaching and I was running out of time,’ Inspector James Harper began. ‘I felt we had to close in on Wilson before darkness fell; we simply couldn’t risk losing him again. He was headed for the busiest part of town, I weighed up the situation with the aid of my colleague Detective Alan Dinsley, and felt that apprehending Wilson at that time was the wisest course of action to take.’
‘Your wisdom led to a lot of police officers losing their lives,’ Superintendent Wayne Beckett countered coldly.
‘I couldn’t have foreseen what happened next. I made the logical decision considering the information that I had at that time.’
‘Did any of your officers object to this course of action?’
‘Not that I am aware of,’ Harper shrugged. ‘We all understood that we’d be putting innocent lives at risk if we allowed Wilson to disappear into a crowd. Everyone knew that he had proven dangerous and elusive since his crimes were uncovered. We didn’t want to lose him again. We all believed that it was the right time to apprehend him.’
‘How did it all go so wrong?’
‘That’s a difficult question to answer.’
‘How about this question instead: Do you think the terrorist attack in Liverpool that occurred last night – 1 December – was linked to Malcolm Wilson?’
‘Impossible to say with any certainty.’
‘Are you aware that we’ve already questioned a number of your officers?’
‘Yes, I am aware of that.’
‘Are you also aware that most of them claim this wasn’t a normal terrorist attack?’
‘I’m not aware of exactly what they told you. I am aware, however, that they are fine police officers and would never lie to, or withhold evidence from, a commanding officer.’
‘Stop trying to butter me up,’ Beckett snarled. ‘The stories your officers told me are complete fiction. No one in their right mind would believe them.’
‘I’m not aware of what they told you, so I can’t comment on that.’
‘Right, how about you tell me what happened in Liverpool last night. Give me your own version of the events. Begin with you making the decision to apprehend Malcolm Wilson. How many men did you have at your disposal and what were their positions?’
‘It was exactly 6.35pm when I gave the order to close the net on him. There were a total of twenty-one police officers at the scene, including myself. Wilson was not aware of us at that point – I’m sure of that. He was on foot and was headed deeper into the city cen
tre. We had twelve armed officers in plain clothes on the ground, following him from various distances. The rest of us occupied three cars – all unmarked. We also had the services of a marksman who was positioned nearby. Wilson took to Ranelagh Street. That route was leading him to an area of the city which is always very hectic at that time on a Friday evening. Detective Dinsley believed there was a risk of losing him in such a built-up area, particularly as it was getting dark. I concurred. That’s when I told the officers on the ground to make the arrest. They encircled him moments later.’
‘Who was the first to use a weapon?’
‘I believe it was Officer James Burnett.’
‘What is your understanding of Burnett’s actions?’
‘I heard the shots and thought that perhaps Wilson had tried to run and my men had opened fire. It quickly became apparent that that was not the case. I saw Burnett discharging his sidearm with my own two eyes. He never once took a shot at Wilson, who was completely surrounded at the time.’
‘Explain in as much detail as possible what you witnessed next.’
‘Burnett fired eight rounds. All shots were directed at his colleagues. He killed five officers in total. Two more were seriously injured.’
‘He killed six officers; Officer Fiona Jennings succumbed to her injuries two hours ago.’
‘I hadn’t heard …’
‘Please continue, Inspector Harper.’
‘Burnett took us all by surprise. It was so unexpected. Most of us failed to react in the way we should have. I think it was Richardson who finally tackled him and dragged him to the ground. That was when the ninth shot went off – the one that killed Burnett.’
‘Do you know of any reason why Burnett, an officer with an exemplary record, would open fire on his colleagues?’
‘I know of no reason.’
‘No one ever suspected him of taking bribes, perhaps? Did he gamble or use drugs?’
‘No, nothing in his record would suggest he was anything other than a dedicated professional.’
‘Well, my opinion at the present is that he was working with Wilson in some capacity.’
‘If that was the case, why didn’t Burnett inform Wilson that we were watching him?’
‘I don’t know yet.’ Beckett raised his voice. ‘Now, what happened after Burnett was grounded?’
‘Wilson made a dash for Church Street. A number of us – I had left my vehicle at this point – gave chase. There were a lot of civilians in the area and we didn’t dare risk firing on Wilson.’
‘This was when the explosion occurred, yes?’
‘Yes.’
‘Describe that moment for me.’
‘It was powerful enough to destroy two of the buildings on the street. I was thrown to the ground by the force of it. There was a cloud of debris spewing out across the road. People were screaming. There were bodies all around me …’ Harper ran a trembling hand across his forehead and swallowed hard. ‘I got back to my feet and wandered into the dust cloud towards a number of stricken bystanders. I was trying to help them. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, and when they did, I saw three of my men had been killed by the blast. I don’t know how many civilians – maybe a dozen or more.’
‘Did you see Wilson after the explosion?’
‘No, he wasn’t seen again. Oh, one other thing: I don’t think it’s right to describe it as an explosion.’
‘Why not?’
‘The buildings simply erupted. There was no blast. No flames. No bright flash.’
‘That doesn’t sound plausible.’
‘I understand that it sounds insane, sir. But it’s what happened.’
‘Let’s not dwell on this right now,’ Beckett said impatiently. ‘Tell me how the fighting started.’
‘A man appeared from the rubble,’ Harper said ominously. ‘He walked straight towards us.’
‘Describe him in as much detail as you can.’
‘He stood approximately six feet nine inches tall. He had a very stocky build – exceptionally so. He wore a dark coloured jacket and beige combat trousers. Almost like tactical clothing that the special forces wear. He also wore a black hood pulled over his head that cast a shadow over his face. His eyes were … er …’
‘What about his eyes?’
‘His eyes were glowing,’ Harper admitted. ‘They were glowing bright green.’
‘Glowing eyes?’
‘I know how it sounds, but I’m telling you the truth. His eyes were glowing like neon. I’ve never seen anything quite like it before.’
‘So, did this giant with glowing green eyes attack your men on sight?’
‘Too right he did. Waded into us. I saw him kill two men with his bare hands.’
‘And what did you do?’
‘I unloaded what ammunition I had left.’
‘From what distance?’
‘No more than three metres.’
‘How many rounds?’
‘Seven shots.’
‘And you missed him seven times?’
‘I hit him seven times.’
‘Why wasn’t his body recovered?’
‘The bullets … they …’
‘They what?’
‘The bullets bounced right off him. I shot him five times in the chest. I thought he was wearing a ballistic vest or something so I adjusted my aim and capped off two more rounds – both bullets struck him in the head. He remained unharmed and kept stalking forward. He whacked an officer to my left, knocking him ten feet into the air. He was about to clobber me when our sniper, who had picked up a position nearby, shot him in the back. He took some notice of that. But he still wasn’t grounded by it.’
‘Do you expect me to believe that a round from a high powered sniper rifle struck this man in the back, yet it failed to inflict a significant injury?’
‘I don’t expect you to believe it,’ Harper snapped. ‘I am simply telling you what I witnessed. That monster took seven 9mm rounds from me, from a distance of less than three metres, and it didn’t even slow him down. I watched him toss a grown man into the air as if he was a scrap of paper. I saw the sniper’s bullet bouncing off his back like it was a ping pong ball. He stumbled forward, straightened himself, then took off into the cloud of debris.’
‘Impossible, I say.’
‘I don’t give a damn what you say!’ Harper shouted. ‘I trust my own eyes and I hope they never set upon that man again. The mere thought of him makes my blood run cold.’
‘Is that all you’ve got to say?’
‘It is.’
‘I’m ending the recording at this time.’ Beckett switched off a recorder that was placed between them on the desk top. He gazed at his colleague with a mixture of sympathy and puzzlement. ‘Bloody hell, Jim! Is this some sort of sick joke?’
‘I wish it was, Wayne. I really do.’
‘You’re telling me this giant is real?’
‘He is. You have to put out a search for him immediately. Get his description to the newspapers as soon as you can.’
‘Not a chance. This is being wiped off the record forever.’
‘Why?’
‘Because if it goes public, every man and woman involved in the operation will have to be discharged from the force on grounds of insanity.’
‘I’m not insane.’
‘I know you’re not. Listen, go home and get some sleep.’
‘Nothing will be done about this?’
‘Of course we’re doing something about it. Interpol are already searching for Wilson. I’ll have MI5 informed of this giant of yours. I just hope they find a way of stopping him if they do find him.’
CHAPTER TWO
Isolation
A single hour had passed since I said farewell to Cathy and I was already feeling intense loneliness. We’d spent over a year together in a small cottage on a remote strip of the west coast of Ireland. All we’d had during that time was each other and now she was gone. All I had now were my own thoughts. I had nothing
really, as most of my thoughts were in fact memories. Painful ones. I was now the loneliest person in all the world.
I’d brought her across the country to Dublin airport where she was to catch a flight to France, where her mother was living. June Atkinson had been unwell recently and Cathy said that she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t go to her. At least that was the excuse. The truth was that Cathy couldn’t live with me anymore. Our relationship had become stormy in recent months and all we seemed to do was argue with each other over meaningless little things.
I had to let Cathy go, no matter what her true motives were. I had to let her return to the world of the living. I, on the other hand, was to remain in the domain of the dead, for only the dead were company to me.
I brought her to the airport on the kinetibike, but couldn’t enter the complex because my face was still well known and I could have been spotted which would have landed both of us in a lot of trouble with the authorities – or worse. I pulled over to the side of the road and she climbed off and fixed the straps of her haversack, saying they were digging into her shoulders. I stayed on the bike, sulking. I forced a smile when she hugged me, telling me that she would return when we’d both had a little time to think things over. She said I’d be all right. She didn’t know how fragile my mind had become, though. I had hidden most of my weaknesses from her. That’s what men are supposed to do, right? Men are meant to be strong. Men aren’t supposed to depend on their girlfriends for strength, which is what I had been doing since we moved to Ireland.
‘Keep to a routine, Ross,’ she said, holding back tears. ‘Don’t alter your habits no matter what. Do your shopping down at the village. Don’t go near any big towns. And don’t do anything stupid! And don’t be drinking alcohol either – you know what happens when you –’
‘I’ll stay out of trouble.’
‘I’ll miss you,’ she said, stooping slightly to look into my eyes. She pecked me on the cheek and her hand massaged my shoulder. It felt like pity. ‘You know that, right?’
‘Yeah.’
‘I’ll write to you soon enough. Watch the skies for –’