The Sacred Sword. Scott Mariani

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СКАЧАТЬ Dekker, the former SBS commando who was Ben’s right-hand man at Le Val, had finally cracked under the strain of having to cover for him all the time, and called him on his mobile. ‘Jesus, Ben. What the hell is going on with you two? She’s upset and confused. First she comes back from holiday to find out that her boyfriend’s been arrested and chased all around Europe by the cops, now you’re avoiding her like she’s got leprosy. You can’t go on like this, mate.’

      ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’

      Brooke’s flight home from nearby Cherbourg back to London had been booked for 7.15 on the evening of her second day. Just after eight, feeling quite miserable and shamefaced, Ben had come skulking back to Le Val and headed for the farmhouse kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine. He’d been so preoccupied that he’d failed to sense anyone else’s presence in the room.

      ‘Were you just going to sneak around behind my back?’ Her voice sounded taut with emotion.

      Ben almost dropped his glass. He whirled around.

      Brooke got up from the chair in the corner where she’d been waiting for him. Her face was flushed almost as red as the auburn of her hair, and there was a glint of fury in her green eyes. ‘Aren’t you even going to tell me who she is, then?’

      ‘Who?’ Ben managed, totally confused.

      Brooke snorted. ‘Who? Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve talked to her, Ben. She called here. You were off sneaking around trying to avoid me, so I happened to pick up the phone.’

      ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

      ‘Really? “Lovely time together in Rome? Must do it again sometime?” Not ringing any bells?’

      Ben stared blankly for a moment, then it hit him. ‘You mean Darcey Kane?’ The instant it came out, he knew how feeble it sounded.

      Brooke’s eyes had misted over and a tear rolled down her cheek. ‘Of all the guys in the world, Ben Hope, I never would have thought you would do this to me. And you didn’t even have the guts to tell me to my face.’

      ‘Stop right there. This is insane.’

      ‘What were you doing in Rome?’

      ‘You know what I was doing in Rome. Trying to stay out of jail. You saw the news, didn’t you?’

      ‘I know you had a terrible time, and I’m sorry,’ Brooke snapped. ‘I mean, what were you doing with her?’

      ‘Nothing. Absolutely nothing.’

      ‘Then what’s she talking about?’

      ‘It’s a long story.’

      ‘I’ll bet.’

      ‘I can’t believe you’re accusing me of this,’ Ben said, and then added, ‘You, of all people.’

      Now he was in trouble. He regretted it instantly.

      Brooke glared at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

      He was committed. Point of no return. ‘You know perfectly well. I saw you and your fancy-man in Portugal.’

      ‘My what?’ Brooke exploded.

      ‘You heard me.’

      ‘You went to my place?’

      ‘I needed somewhere to go. I didn’t think you’d be there. I saw you through the window. The two of you looked very cosy together. Don’t insult me by denying it.’

      ‘Ben! That was Marshall – my brother-in-law!’

      Ben reeled. ‘You’re having an affair with your brother-in-law? The banker?’

      ‘Bloody hell, what do you take me for? Of course not!’

      ‘Then what were the two of you doing there together?’

      ‘All right. He followed me to Portugal,’ Brooke sighed. ‘He thinks …’ – she corrected herself – ‘thought he was in love with me. He’d been stalking me for weeks. I went to the cottage to get away from him. He turned up and I told him once and for all that he’d better clean up his act.’

      Ben was speechless for a few moments as he digested her words. He’d replayed the scene so many times inside his head; now he struggled to revisualise it in a whole new way. ‘But he was wearing a bathrobe,’ he protested.

      ‘There’d been a storm,’ she countered angrily. ‘He was soaking wet so I got him to take a shower. I’d just had one myself when he turned up.’

      ‘The candles … the wine …’

      ‘You know it doesn’t take much of a storm to take out the power there. And the wine was for our nerves. He was in a real state. So was I. What you saw was me trying to reason with him gently. I’m a psychologist. It’s what I do.’

      Ben stared at her. He had to admit what she was saying was possible. But suddenly a new thought was dawning on him. ‘So this prick Marshall was stalking you all that time and you didn’t even think to tell me?’

      ‘Oh, that would have been just great. Then you’d have gone and kicked the shit out of him, and then what? A right mess we’d all have been in. And my sister would’ve found out. Phoebe’s emotionally fragile. It would have destroyed her. I had to deal with it myself.’

      ‘Is that how you see me? Some kind of violent bastard who can only deal with problems by kicking the shit out of people?’

      ‘No, sometimes you shoot them too.’

      ‘How could you not have trusted me?’ he yelled.

      Brooke gave a scornful laugh. ‘Like you trusted me? How could you think I was cheating on you? All the times I told you I loved you – did you think I was lying?’

      The argument had raged on for a long time, both of them equally carried away by their sense of outrage, neither of them willing to relent. By the time Ben had sensed it was going too far, tried to back down and apologise, a lot of hurtful things had been said and the damage had been done.

      In the end, Brooke had stormed off in a white-hot rage. The last he’d seen of her was the taxicab disappearing up the track from the farmhouse.

      Two days later a letter had arrived in the post, coldly and formally addressed to Major Benedict Hope, Managing Director, Le Val Tactical Training Centre. Just three terse lines to say she was resigning from her post with immediate effect and wouldn’t be back.

      When Ben had tried contacting her to persuade her to change her mind, he’d found her phone numbers changed and his emails bouncing back. His letters were returned unopened.

      And so now, three months later, here he was outside her ground-floor flat, seriously questioning the wisdom of being here. Unbuckling the straps of his bag, he took out the present he’d bought for her, carefully wrapped in Christmas gift paper with little Rudolf the Red-nosed СКАЧАТЬ