Название: Hostage to Murder
Автор: V. McDermid L.
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9780007301683
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She’d borrowed Sophie’s car for the afternoon, knowing that the anonymous saloon her lover drove was more appropriate for what she had in mind than the classic MGB roadster she’d bought on her return to the UK. Sophie had teased her about having a mid-life crisis, but Lindsay had pointed out that she had always driven classic cars and because she’d previously owned an MGB she knew enough to carry out her own maintenance. Since she couldn’t hope to do that with a modern car crammed with electronics, she was effectively choosing the budget option, she’d argued. Sophie had just laughed and kissed her.
If she has a baby, I’ll have to ditch the MGB, Lindsay thought sourly. She knew Sophie well enough to realize that no child of hers would be allowed on the narrow bench seat in the rear of the 1974 sports car lest it fly into the air and disappear from the rear-view mirror, bouncing down the motorway. Her life would have to change in far more profound ways, she knew that. But today what rankled was the potential loss of her car. She knew she was being childish, but she was the only person who knew that, so it didn’t count.
Lindsay forced herself to stop thinking about the baby and concentrate instead on what she had to do. She dug into her jacket pocket and took out the small black leather wallet with the Strathclyde Police crest on it. A couple of years before, she’d been instrumental in saving an American friend, Meredith Miller, from facing a murder charge. A few weeks later, the fake warrant card had arrived in the post, along with a brief note: ‘You’re better than the real thing. I thought this might amuse you. Thanks, Meredith.’ She’d never imagined using it; but then she’d never imagined being a journalist again, particularly not in Scotland.
She adjusted her rear-view mirror so she could see approaching traffic and settled down for a wait. She didn’t expect it to be too long. Officials like David Keillor left the office on time. It was only their minions who had to stay late to deal with their workloads. With luck, he’d be home very soon. She wanted to hit him as soon as he got out of the car, catch him on the back foot before he could settle in to his normal evening routine.
Lindsay had guessed right. A mere twenty minutes after she’d arrived, a black 4x4 BMW rolled into sight. As the electronically operated gates opened to allow the car to enter, she was on the pavement, walking briskly on to the herringbone brick of Keillor’s driveway. His face swung towards her, a look of suspicious surprise narrowing his eyes.
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