Grace could see the rounded shape of a hut at the end of the fire trail, a pale gleam of cement in the starlight. They passed Harrigan’s car on their right and came to a halt beside the blue Mazda. There was no sign of anyone.
‘Where is she?’ Griffin said. ‘She should be waiting in the car.’
‘She didn’t do what you wanted.’
He leaned forward to look into her face. ‘You keep quiet. Save your voice till later.’
He turned the lights on low beam. The hut’s door lit up dully as a dirty green. The clear ground about the hut itself became a lighter grey. The colours of the end of the world. Grace checked both sides of the hut as best she could. There was no one in sight. Why didn’t you come, Clive? Three times I called you. Why didn’t you come?
Carrying her gun, Griffin got out of the car and walked up to the Mazda, tried the doors. It was locked. He stood there looking around. Grace tried to move but she was pinned in her seat.
‘Where are you?’ he called out. ‘Why did you lock the car? I told you, we have no time. We can’t play any games.’ He turned on the spot. ‘Sara? If you’re here, come out. Stop playing these fucking games! There’s no time!’
There was no answer, only the silence of the night.
‘Are you there?’ Griffin called, anger in his voice. ‘Come out! Don’t do this to me!’
Again, nothing. He walked to Grace’s side of the car and opened the door. He reached across to unfasten her seatbelt and it struck her, the terror he’d said she would feel. I am here, this is real, there’s no way out. It took complete possession of her.
He stood back. ‘Get out.’
She couldn’t move. He laughed.
‘I knew it would happen,’ he said. ‘It always does.’
The laughter gave her something to hang on to, some residual stubbornness. She got out. I have nothing to lose now. Her body seemed to be flashing hot and cold; she felt she would lose control of it. Hold on. Don’t let them turn you into a thing they want you to be.
Griffin had her by the hair. ‘This way.’ Pulled her to just in front of the hut. The stars seemed to wheel overhead.
I want to see my daughter. I want to see Paul. I may not see them again.
‘Kneel.’
She knelt. He had put his gun away somewhere, a pocket perhaps, and produced a knife instead. He put it to her neck. She felt the bite of steel on her skin. He had nicked her.
‘Move and this knife will find the vein. I’m not like Chris. I know what I’m doing.’
She began to shake uncontrollably. She did not know how to stop it. There were tears in her eyes. He wasn’t looking at her.
‘Sara? Where are you?’ Again the only reply was silence. ‘There can’t be anyone else here. She must be here.’
‘What about the people who left our car?’ Grace was surprised to hear herself speak. Her voice was shaking.
‘They’re gone. You see, I told you. You’re starting to come apart now. I knew it when I saw how you reacted to Chris’s name that day in Westfield. This is the way to you. A knife and a can of petrol.’
‘You aren’t him,’ she said, some strange calmness coming out of nowhere.
‘What did you say?’
She stayed silent.
‘You’re not as frightened of me, is that what you mean? Feel that? You will be.’ He cut her again, a little deeper. ‘Stand up.’
She stood. In the car headlights, he looked at her neck.
‘You see—you’re bleeding a little. Everyone starts somewhere.’
He called out again. ‘Sara. I don’t want to wait. Where are you?’
A thumping came from inside the hut, a rattling of the chain on the door.
‘Oh, no, she didn’t,’ Griffin said. ‘I told her not to.’
The thumping continued.
‘I told you not to!’
Another bang, then more thumping, frantic. Holding Grace in a grip that twisted her down to the ground, Griffin looked around at the trees.
‘If you’re out there, Harrigan, you can watch me cut your partner’s throat. Sara! Stop that racket!’
The noise got worse, a constant drumming. Suddenly, Grace felt her bonds cut through, the rope fall away and the blood run stinging into her hands. He pulled her upright. She turned swiftly. He was there with her gun.
‘Do anything and I’ll shoot you. I won’t kill you but I’ll make you hurt. Anyone out there listening—hear what I just said. You take these.’ He threw a set of keys in the dust.
She picked them up, dropped them, picked them up again and dropped them from her still stinging hands. Finally she grasped them.
‘What am I supposed to do with them?’
‘Open the hut. I want to see what’s inside and I don’t want to open it myself. No one’s going to come up behind me.’
Grace put the key in, fumbled, dropped it, picked it up, dropped it again. This time she was stalling. If Harrigan was out there, she had to give him time. With his spare hand, Griffin hit her hard across the side of her face. She fell forward, stunned.
‘Stop wasting time. Open it.’
Shaking, she got to her feet. The padlock and the chain came into focus. You could use that chain for something. It was thick and heavy. Griffin was edgy, constantly looking around behind his back, waiting for whoever might try to come up behind him out of the dark. She put the key in the padlock, unlocked it, let the chain slide to the ground with a thud. She unlocked the door. It swung inwards. Griffin grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back and then sideways. Sara came rolling out, staggered to her feet, making noises behind the handkerchief in her mouth. Griffin looked at her and laughed. He pushed Grace forward.
‘Get that handkerchief out.’
She reached and pulled it out quickly, jerking her hand back. Sara spat. There was dirt on her face and in her hair.
‘He hit me!’ she shouted.
‘Why did you open the hut?’ Griffin shouted back simultaneously.
‘Just get these ropes off me.’
Griffin pushed Grace to the ground till she lay face down in the dirt, pointing the gun at her. Sara suddenly kicked her in the stomach. She gasped but kept her eyes open. From where she lay, she could see the chain on the ground. Keep your eyes on it. Don’t let it slip away.
‘Turn around,’ Griffin said to Sara. With the knife in one hand and the gun in the other, he cut the ropes.
Sara turned and directed a few more kicks into Grace where she lay on the ground. She gasped but didn’t call out and kept her eyes open. Have a baby; be in labour for twelve hours before you’re rushed into an emergency Caesarean—it teaches you about pain.
Griffin had put the knife back in his pocket. ‘Go check his car,’ he said.
Sara sprinted up the slope to the car.
‘It’s locked,’ she called back, almost shrieking. ‘He’s out there. Just shoot her. Let’s go.’
Griffin turned towards her, away from Grace in the dirt. Grace pulled herself up on all fours, pretending to retch, edging a little away.
‘I didn’t want to just shoot her. Fuck you, why did you have to open the hut? I told you not to!’ he shouted.
Grace snatched at the chain and was on her feet. He turned and, with both hands, she smashed it across his face with all the strength she had coupled with her desperation. He fell back and she hit his hand, cracking the bone. The gun fell to the ground. Before she could reach for it, Sara was coming for her, screaming. Griffin stumbled back, shouting in pain, one hand on his face. Blood began streaming from his nose. Grace met Sara full on and knocked her back. In this grip, they twisted like mad dancers. In the mêlée, the gun got kicked away into the dark past the two cars. Grace thought she heard it hit something. Sara struggled like someone possessed but Grace got her on her pressure points, holding her between herself and Griffin.
‘Make her let me go. She’s hurting me,’ Sara wailed.
Griffin had his knife. He was holding it in his left hand, not his right. His mouth was open. Blood was pouring down his face and shirt.
‘Are you going to come at me with that knife?’ Grace shouted at him. ‘Or will you put it in Sara first? I think you would if you wanted to. You make her do everything else. Why not make her die for you?’
‘He’s behind you,’ Sara shrieked as Harrigan came out of the dark, spanner raised to bring it down on Griffin’s head.
Griffin leaped sideways, feinted with the knife, then stumbled backward off balance, falling and twisting one leg. The spanner missed.
Sara tore herself out of Grace’s grip with enough strength to knock her backward. She leaped onto Harrigan’s back and began to claw at his eyes. Griffin got to his feet, scrabbling for his knife. Harrigan dragged at Sara with one hand, pulling her hair, swinging around. She clung on. Then he swung away, falling back heavily against the car, knocking the breath out of her. She lay in the dirt, gasping.
Harrigan still had the spanner. Griffin had the knife. They circled each other, Harrigan with one eye on Sara. He was between Griffin and the car.
Grace had picked herself up. Find the gun. It’s over here somewhere. Find it.
‘You always put her in the front line, don’t you,’ Harrigan said, contempt in his voice. ‘You get women to do your dirty work. What does that make you? A pimp.’
Sara was dragging herself to her feet. Grace scrambled in the dark. Griffin said nothing.
‘You want to get to your car, don’t you?’ Harrigan said. ‘That’s why you’re coming at me. You want to make a run for it. That’s you. You’re a coward.’
Griffin’s face was dead. There was no reaction in it to any of Harrigan’s taunts. He was choking on blood in his nose and trying to breathe through his mouth at the same time. Suddenly he took out his car keys and threw them to Sara. Still shaken, she missed catching them and they landed in the dirt.
‘Get them! Start the car,’ he shouted, but Harrigan ran between her and the keys, still holding the spanner.
‘We can get him,’ Griffin said. ‘You and me. We can.’
Both of them moved towards Harrigan as if to come at him from each side.
‘Get the keys!’ Griffin shouted at Sara.
‘Come near me and I’ll use this spanner on you,’ Harrigan said.
She hesitated, her mouth open.
‘He won’t.’
‘Yes, I will. What are you doing sending a woman to do your work? Face up to it yourself. Put your knife down and fight me man to man. You don’t want to do that, do you? You wouldn’t have an advantage.’
Sara jumped forward, stopped. Harrigan laughed at her.
‘Always in the front line. People see you but not him. He hides where no one can see him. What a cheap piece of shit he is.’
She ran at him again, just a little, stopped. Griffin suddenly raced for the keys. A bullet cracked in front of him. Everybody froze. Grace walked forward carrying her gun.
‘Kneel down,’ she said. ‘Both of you. Get down in the dirt. Now.’
Her voice was unrecognisable with anger.
‘She won’t fire,’ Griffin said, but his voice was shaking.
‘Oh yes, I will. Get down!’
They knelt.
‘This isn’t happening,’ Sara said, and began to cry.
Harrigan walked over to Grace, always keeping an eye on the two people kneeling on the ground. There was a quick glance between them, small emotional electricity communicated.
‘I’m okay. What happened to your shoes?’
‘Gone.’
‘Like mine.’
Other than the one quick glance, she hadn’t taken her eyes off Griffin and Sara.
‘He’s got a mobile. It’s in the Camry’s glovebox,’ she said.
‘I’ll get it.’ He turned to walk to the car.
‘Eat dirt,’ Grace said. ‘Both of you. Eat it!’
Harrigan stopped and turned. ‘Babe—’
She wasn’t listening. ‘If there was shit, I’d get you to eat shit. But there’s only dirt. Now eat it!’
‘No,’ Sara said.
‘Why not? You’ve done much worse things than that. Eat it!’
Harrigan spoke softly in Grace’s ear. ‘Just keep them under control, babe. That’s all you need to do. Do this and you’ll lose control.’
‘He’s made me kneel in the dirt. He wanted to cut my throat and burn us alive. He said that people always crawl, they always cry. Well, now you can eat some dirt!’
Griffin reached down, scooped up a handful of dirt and began to eat it, his face expressionless. Sara put her hands over her eyes.
‘Eat it,’ Griffin said to her, his voice a monotone.
‘I got my one last sail in,’ she said. And then: ‘I’m not eating dirt for you.’
With a single fluid movement she was on her feet and running screaming at Grace, her face distorted into the Medusa’s mask. She leaped forward into the air. Grace fired but at the same time a second crack resounded in the night, both bullets catching Sara as she fell forward into nothing, a long resounding scream closing behind her into silence. Then she lay on the ground, dead.
There was a shout. ‘Police! Don’t move!’
Harrigan turned to look up the fire trail. Groups of uniformed and plain-clothes officers were hurrying down the slope towards them.
‘Don’t move,’ he heard Grace say and turned to look. Griffin had tried to get to his feet. The blood had stopped flowing from his nose and had stained his clothes. He looked from Sara to the police and then sat back on his heels. He said nothing. The police surrounded him.
Grace dropped her gun down, then disarmed it in one movement.
‘I didn’t need to do that,’ she said. ‘They just needed to sit there.’
The same thought was in Harrigan’s mind but he didn’t give voice to it. He looked at the blood on her neck.
‘You’re only human, babe,’ he said.
Mark Borghini appeared out of the dark and walked up to them. ‘Boss, Grace. You okay? Sorry we didn’t get here sooner.’
‘We’re alive. That’ll do. Thanks, mate,’ Harrigan said, and they shook hands.
‘If you’re here,’ Grace said, ‘where’s my backup?’
‘Behind us. We’ve been with you since Duffys Forest but we lost you coming down here. Lucky we saw the car lights.’
Still holding her gun, Grace walked over to the prone figure of Sara McLeod.
‘Which bullet was it? Yours or mine?’ she said.
‘Our marksman shot one. I know you shot another. The autopsy will tell us. Don’t worry about it.’ Borghini was dismissive. ‘She was a mad dog. I don’t have a problem with it. I’ll see if I can get the two of you some shoes. You look like you need them.’
‘Mine are in his car,’ Grace said. ‘In the back.’
She was still staring down at Sara McLeod. The bullets had hit her body. Her face was intact but there was no peace in it, even in death. Had she killed her? She did have a problem with it.
Harrigan was with her. ‘She was running at you. She wanted you to kill her,’ he said.
‘But I didn’t want to do it. They got me to do what they wanted. They brought me down.’
‘No, they didn’t.’
‘You were very brave. Congratulations.’
They both turned to see Clive standing close by. They hadn’t noticed him approaching.
‘Where were you?’ Grace said. ‘I called you three times to get me out.’
‘We’re here now. You should have trusted us. We’ve got our fish and he’s still alive. We can interrogate him. It’s been a very successful operation.’
He was looking over to where Griffin was still kneeling on the ground, the police around him. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he stood up. As he was led away, he didn’t once glance towards Sara on the ground.
‘What we have to do now,’ Clive said, ‘is find his records and his money.’
‘Check in the roof cavity at Duffys Forest. There’s a manhole in the linen cupboard,’ Harrigan said, watching Clive with barely controlled anger.
‘How do you know that?’
‘I put them there.’
‘That building’s due to go up in smoke. It could be burning by now,’ Grace said.
‘We moved in and secured it as soon as you left.’
‘You were there,’ she said. ‘You let Griffin drive away with me. Why didn’t you intervene at the house? I gave the call.’
‘The job wasn’t finished. He might have led us to those records, which we’re now told are still in the house.’
‘I gave the call for you to get me out. When we left, I had no wire. You couldn’t hear me, you couldn’t know what was going on. We were flying blind.’
‘We knew he was going to take you somewhere else. We needed to know where. I told you, you should have trusted us. We were there, we’re here now, and we’ve got you out. We weren’t going to let you die. I’ll be in touch about a debrief.’
As he turned away, he stopped to look at Harrigan. ‘Your partner’s a very brave woman.’
‘I could have told you that years ago.’
‘Take my gun,’ Grace said. ‘I don’t want it. It’s needed for ballistics anyway.’
Clive took the firearm and walked away.
‘He didn’t keep his side of the bargain,’ Grace said. ‘He left me there just in case I gave him something more. I’ll never trust him again.’
A uniformed officer walked up to them carrying two pairs of shoes.
‘The DS sent these over. These are yours, miss. And for you, boss—a pair of thongs. Sorry. That’s all we’ve got.’
‘They’ll be fine. Thanks.’
With some relief, they put the shoes on.
‘Do we have to stay?’ Grace said. ‘Can we go? We shouldn’t be needed tonight. I want to see Ellie.’
‘They might need to photograph your neck,’ Harrigan replied. ‘I’ll ask. We won’t be able to take our car, but there may be someone here who can give us a lift.’
They turned to each other. She gave an exhausted half-smile and he put his arms around her. They hugged, hard and long. Harrigan looked over her shoulder and saw Clive watching them. Then the spymaster turned away into the night.
‘Come on,’ he said, and they walked away. They walked past the car where Griffin sat, but he was staring ahead. If he saw them, their existence didn’t seem to register. His face was completely empty, as if there was nothing in him, no thought, no emotion.
‘He’s got your picture,’ Grace said. ‘The one you took of me when Ellie was born. It’s in his pocket.’
‘Does he now?’
Harrigan walked away and found Borghini. A little later, Borghini and two uniformed officers went over to the car.
‘Could you just step out, Mr Griffin? Just for a moment, thanks. We need to check your pockets.’
Griffin did. After a short search, one of the uniformed officers handed Borghini a photograph. He nodded, walked back to Harrigan, who had returned to Grace, and handed it to him.
‘There you go,’ he said, and walked away.
Much later, a police car took them to Harrigan’s older sister’s house where Ellie was sleeping. They had called Ronnie earlier and she was waiting for them.
‘She took some settling down but she’s asleep now. I told her Mummy and Daddy would be here soon. She seemed okay with that. So, big little brother,’ the diminutive woman said, giving Harrigan a sharp-eyed glance, ‘what have you been up to?’
‘Later,’ he said. ‘We just want to go home.’
Grace picked Ellie up from the bed. The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and put her arms around her mother’s neck.
‘Hello, chicken. Mummy and Daddy are here. We’re going home. How’s that?’
I have you back, Harrigan thought. Safe at last.