Death Trip. Lee Weeks

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      Mann found himself a sunny spot in a café on Dam Square, sat back and sipped his double espresso as he studied the world through his sunglasses and waited for Magda. He had an early evening flight booked back home, it left in a few hours. He needed to talk with her alone. He saw her coming from way off. He watched her walk across the square towards him. He still didn’t get it. He could not understand his father having an affair for all those years and on such a scale…He knew that it was how it was with Chinese men in the old days, but Mann had never thought of his father in that way. Maybe if Mann hadn’t been educated in England he would see things differently. To find out his father had conformed to the old Chinese ways of keeping a concubine made Mann feel at best disappointed, at worst betrayed. Infidelity just didn’t sit right with Mann.

      Sure, he’d had his fair share of one-night stands, some mistakes, plus a lot of good times. It wasn’t that Mann had never known love. Helen had been a good kind of love, solid, sweet and dependable. He had never felt the need to look elsewhere. They were well matched in every way. She kept him on his toes. If she thought he was ignoring her she made sure he knew it. He had loved her as much as he could but it wasn’t enough. She’d wanted kids, commitment. He was married to his work; he was committed to finding his father’s killer and a part of him was too scared to love and lose. She knew that but it didn’t stop her wanting more from him. Now he could see that she’d deserved more. He wished he had not let her leave that day. He had driven up just as the taxi driver was putting her case in the boot. Helen was looking at him through the back window with love in her eyes and still he hadn’t stopped her. He wished he’d known then that the taxi driver was taking her to a place to be tortured and killed.

      Watching Magda cross the square now, Mann saw the other side of being a mistress. He realised how much of Magda’s life must have been on hold; how much of it must have been destroyed by his father’s death. As she neared the café she caught sight of him, waved and walked over.

      ‘Are you okay sitting outside?’ he asked.

      ‘Of course. It actually feels like spring today.’ She smiled but her eyes were full of sadness at the irony of the world coming to life. She was wearing the same jeans, the same fleece that she’d had on the previous evening. She had a beanie pulled over her head. She ordered a hot chocolate and sat down opposite him. There was some softness in her pale face today, thought Mann. It was almost serene. She caught him looking at her.

      ‘Sorry. I am on strong painkillers. It makes me drift away. Sometimes I find it hard to come back and sometimes I don’t want to.’

      Mann smiled. ‘I understand, Magda.’

      He waited until the waitress brought her drink. Magda cradled her mug of chocolate and closed her eyes for a few seconds as she enjoyed a brief respite from the turmoil and savoured the sun on her face.

      ‘I went to the NAP offices this morning. I found the manageress, Katrien—the one Alfie calls “the Bitch”. I can see what he means.’ Mann set his cup down. Magda spooned the frothy cream from her chocolate into her mouth. ‘I think she’s not telling us anywhere near as much as she could,’ Mann continued. ‘I want Alfie to follow her. I want to know all about her. I want you to keep the pressure up on her every day, Magda, you and the other parents. You need to get more vocal. You need to stamp your foot in the government departments. Don’t let them ease off.’

      ‘I can do that.’ Magda stirred her chocolate vigorously, her spirit returning.

      ‘I also want you both to look into NAP’s business. Find out what projects they have completed. There is a woman in the office called Dorothy Jansen.’

      ‘I know her. She’s a nice lady.’

      ‘Get her on your side and get her to pry into Katrien’s life, personal and professional. Who is she? I want to know everything about her and NAP. Find out everything you can about what they do. There is nothing like having an insider, Magda. Get Dorothy to help, discreetly.’

      ‘Thank you, Johnny.’ She smiled gratefully at him over her chocolate. ‘I feel so much better knowing that you are helping.’

      It was a nice smile, thought Mann. But he didn’t know how long it would be there. He hated to make her life any worse right now but he had something to ask her—something that had been bugging him since this morning. He set his cup down and looked at her.

      ‘Magda, СКАЧАТЬ