Summer Holiday. Penny Smith

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СКАЧАТЬ build a luxury hotel, a spa and a golf course – yes, I do know how you feel about golf courses, before you give me a lecture – and I happen to know that a number of people are going to be very unhappy about that. No, not the golf course,’ he added, as Alex opened his mouth to speak, ‘about me owning the island. Right now, it’s used as a very handy stopping-off point for drug-runners getting their stuff from Africa to Europe. I intend to stop that, obviously. I’ve been told they could make things nasty for us because we’re talking about a lot of money. I myself am hiring a couple of personal bodyguards, possibly for the next couple of years, and putting in a little more security here at the house.’

      ‘And you think I could be at risk too?’ Alex asked bluntly.

      ‘In a nutshell, yes. Let’s face it, you’re hardly difficult to track down in that orange van of yours. And not difficult to, say, kidnap. As my only son, you would be the perfect way for them to get at me and persuade me to allow them to continue. I don’t want that to happen. In fact, I won’t allow it to happen.’

      ‘I can see that you might not like it, Dad, but why not let them carry on with it, and get the police involved?’

      David Miller took a sip of his water. ‘I have it on good authority that the police may be taking backhanders. As for letting them get on with it, you know I can’t. Can you imagine the headlines if an island I own is used for drug-running?’

      Alex grinned. ‘Yes. Right. But won’t they find somewhere else if you make it uncomfortable for them?’

      ‘No. I think they’d try to make it uncomfortable for us by maybe shooting anybody who saw what they were doing. An innocent builder, for example.’

      ‘What do you want me to do?’

      ‘I need you to take a lot more care than you do now.’

      ‘All right, I will,’ Alex said.

      ‘What will you do?’

      ‘Take more care,’ Alex said jauntily, raising his eyebrows.

      ‘As in?’

      ‘Why don’t you just tell me what you want me to do, Dad, like you always do?’

      ‘I’d like you to employ a bodyguard.’ The clock ticked, and the leather chair creaked as he leant forward. ‘I know you’d hate it. I know it’s not your …’ he paused ‘… style. But it’s not for ever. I’ve never asked you to change your way of life, have I?’ Alex acknowledged that. ‘Even though I do think it’s about time you started thinking about laying down foundations for the future.’

      Alex nodded. ‘Yes, I know you do, Dad. And actually,’ he said, ‘I was going to wait and tell you this in a few months’ time, but I may as well tell you now. Today I signed on the dotted line for my range of organic freeze-dried soups to go into Waitrose. For a not insubstantial amount of money.’

      David let out a crack of laughter. ‘Bloody well done, Alex. Congratulations. I know how much that means to you.’ He got up from his chair and came round the desk to give his son a handshake and a clap on the back. ‘Do you want a celebratory drink?’

      ‘No, thanks. A little early for me. But now you come to mention it, I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea.’

      David picked up the phone. ‘Belinda, a cup of tea for Alex, please, and a glass of champagne for me. Thanks.’ The sun was shining between the slats in the blinds and he walked over to alter the angle. ‘To get back to the security issue, what do you want to do? Obviously, since it’s entirely my, er, fault, if you like, that the situation has arisen, I’m willing to put it through the company.’ He raised a hand to Alex’s instant objection. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have used the word “willing”. It should go through the company, since otherwise I could be facing all sorts of problems if you were to get kidnapped. Including raising the ten quid needed to free you.’

      Alex smiled wryly. ‘I don’t know, Dad. It just seems a little over the top. You’ve done deals before where dodgy people have been involved.’

      ‘That’s the point. I’m not doing a deal with these “dodgy people”, as you describe them. I want them off the island.’

      ‘I still don’t understand why they won’t go and find another island. Yours can’t be the only one, surely.’

      ‘It’s the most useful. Not many others are virtually uninhabited. Point is, I’ve taken advice, and the advice is, we need professional protection.’

      ‘Is it worth the deal?’ Alex wrinkled his nose.

      ‘It most assuredly is. And before you ask, I’m doing as much as I can to make it ecologically aware. Solar panels on the roof, et cetera. However, it’s going to be a five- or six-star hotel, and I refuse to have the sort of ecological bathrooms where you throw earth into the lavatory and occasionally lob in a hundredweight of worms. So don’t even ask it of me.’

      ‘How long would we have to have these bodyguards?’ Alex asked, emphasising the final word.

      ‘Until the hotel is finished and at least in its first working year.’

      ‘Which would be about how long?’

      ‘Three years, to be on the safe side.’

      ‘Three years?’ Alex was aghast. ‘Three years of having someone—’

      ‘Or two,’ interjected David.

      ‘Of having someone,’ Alex reiterated, ‘following me around everywhere. For God’s sake, Dad. Talk about overkill.’

      ‘Alex, you are my heir. And they know that. Please don’t make me have to have you followed.’

      Belinda knocked and came in with a pot of tea and a crystal glass of champagne. ‘It’s ethically sourced organic Assam tea,’ she said to Alex, who was now pacing the room. ‘Shall I pour?’

      ‘No, thanks, let it mash. How are the kids?’

      ‘Great,’ said Belinda, her bosom almost visibly swelling with pride. ‘One’s taking GCSEs, the other’s trying to decide whether to go in the army or do plumbing. I’d prefer him not to go into the army, what with Afghanistan and everything, but he’s got friends who love it.’

      ‘Yes, I can see that plumbing would be the marginally less dangerous option. Although I tell you what, there are some people whose pipes I would not like to riddle,’ he said, with a grimace.

      ‘Anything else I can get you?’ asked the housekeeper, addressing David.

      ‘A new van for my son, if you could. It’s making the front of the house look scruffy.’

      Belinda looked affectionately at Alex and left the room.

      ‘I think she’s got the hots for you, Dad,’ Alex said, pouring the tea through the strainer into the bone china cup.

      ‘Hardly surprising,’ was David’s riposte. He was well used to his son’s ribbing. Belinda looked like a friendly dumpling. ‘Anyway. What’s it to be?’ he asked.

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