you.’
The line went dead, but as Whatret stared at the receiver, he had a terrible feeling that he wasn’t going to be all right. He was in far too deep with some very dangerous people. Worse, he was expendable.
Mr H put the phone down and shook his head angrily, frustrated with the continued lack of results.
He was certain that Sean Egan, a man with information that could be worth tens of millions of pounds hidden somewhere in his addled brain, was still alive and had made it out of the house where he was being held without being compromised by the people who’d come to kill him.
So now he needed to be located and taken out of circulation.
It was time to put the contingency plan into action.
Twelve
I tried to persuade Tina to let me stay at her place but, unsurprisingly, she was having none of it. I could hardly blame her. I looked a mess, my story sounded insane, and, as far as she was concerned, I was a rapist. It hardly made me ideal house-guest material.
The revelation about the rape had hit me hard. I didn’t see myself as an aggressive or violent man, and the idea of forcing myself on a woman felt completely alien to me. Yet the problem remained that because I didn’t know who I really was, I had no idea whether I was capable of such an act. I’d always acted honourably around Jane, even if my thoughts had been impure at times, but maybe that had been because I relied on her to look after me and didn’t want to risk ruining things between us. Or, of course, because I believed she was my sister. In the end, I was left with the cold, hard facts that not only could I be the rapist Tina had said I was, I could also have been responsible for the killing in that house in my dream.
Until I got my memory back, anything was possible.
But at least with Tina on board I had a chance of finding out the truth, however unpalatable it might be.
We were now in her car on the way to the local hospital so that I could hand myself over to the Accident and Emergency department. I didn’t want to go but didn’t see that I had an alternative. Tina had given me a mobile phone with her number in it so we could contact each other at any time. She’d made me protect it with a passcode, and had told me that if I needed to call her I should phone and leave her a message and she’d call me right back. When I’d asked why her answer had been blunt. ‘No offence, Sean, but I don’t want to be associated with you, and I need to protect myself in case this phone falls into the wrong hands.’
I could see her point so I didn’t complain. To be fair, Tina had been good to me under the circumstances. She’d also lent me a hundred pounds she’d drawn from the cashpoint, and had treated me to a ham baguette from the local sandwich shop. Since I was the one who was meant to be paying her, I was pretty grateful.
‘What do you think they’re going to do with me?’ I asked her as we waited for the lights up ahead to change. The sky had turned a heavy, brooding grey and it had begun to spit with rain.
She shrugged without looking at me. ‘I don’t know. They might keep you in for observation, or more likely they’ll get you sent to a specialist psychiatric unit, or a care home. Either way, you’ll have a roof over your head.’
‘And what are you going to do in the meantime?’
‘I’ll make some enquiries into your background. I’ve still got a lot of contacts in the force and I should be able to fill in some of the missing pieces in your story. I’ll also see if you have any family members you can stay with, but the problem is that if you’re right, and there are people after you, you might be putting them in danger.’
I shook my head wearily. ‘I have so many unanswered questions. Not the least of which is why does someone want me dead?’ I felt the familiar wave of frustration surging over me, followed by a deep, bitter gloom as I pondered the hardest question of all. ‘And what kind of man am I?’
This
The line went dead, but as Whatret stared at the receiver, he had a terrible feeling that he wasn’t going to be all right. He was in far too deep with some very dangerous people. Worse, he was expendable.
Mr H put the phone down and shook his head angrily, frustrated with the continued lack of results.
He was certain that Sean Egan, a man with information that could be worth tens of millions of pounds hidden somewhere in his addled brain, was still alive and had made it out of the house where he was being held without being compromised by the people who’d come to kill him.
So now he needed to be located and taken out of circulation.
It was time to put the contingency plan into action.
Twelve
I tried to persuade Tina to let me stay at her place but, unsurprisingly, she was having none of it. I could hardly blame her. I looked a mess, my story sounded insane, and, as far as she was concerned, I was a rapist. It hardly made me ideal house-guest material.
The revelation about the rape had hit me hard. I didn’t see myself as an aggressive or violent man, and the idea of forcing myself on a woman felt completely alien to me. Yet the problem remained that because I didn’t know who I really was, I had no idea whether I was capable of such an act. I’d always acted honourably around Jane, even if my thoughts had been impure at times, but maybe that had been because I relied on her to look after me and didn’t want to risk ruining things between us. Or, of course, because I believed she was my sister. In the end, I was left with the cold, hard facts that not only could I be the rapist Tina had said I was, I could also have been responsible for the killing in that house in my dream.
Until I got my memory back, anything was possible.
But at least with Tina on board I had a chance of finding out the truth, however unpalatable it might be.
We were now in her car on the way to the local hospital so that I could hand myself over to the Accident and Emergency department. I didn’t want to go but didn’t see that I had an alternative. Tina had given me a mobile phone with her number in it so we could contact each other at any time. She’d made me protect it with a passcode, and had told me that if I needed to call her I should phone and leave her a message and she’d call me right back. When I’d asked why her answer had been blunt. ‘No offence, Sean, but I don’t want to be associated with you, and I need to protect myself in case this phone falls into the wrong hands.’
I could see her point so I didn’t complain. To be fair, Tina had been good to me under the circumstances. She’d also lent me a hundred pounds she’d drawn from the cashpoint, and had treated me to a ham baguette from the local sandwich shop. Since I was the one who was meant to be paying her, I was pretty grateful.
‘What do you think they’re going to do with me?’ I asked her as we waited for the lights up ahead to change. The sky had turned a heavy, brooding grey and it had begun to spit with rain.
She shrugged without looking at me. ‘I don’t know. They might keep you in for observation, or more likely they’ll get you sent to a specialist psychiatric unit, or a care home. Either way, you’ll have a roof over your head.’
‘And what are you going to do in the meantime?’
‘I’ll make some enquiries into your background. I’ve still got a lot of contacts in the force and I should be able to fill in some of the missing pieces in your story. I’ll also see if you have any family members you can stay with, but the problem is that if you’re right, and there are people after you, you might be putting them in danger.’
I shook my head wearily. ‘I have so many unanswered questions. Not the least of which is why does someone want me dead?’ I felt the familiar wave of frustration surging over me, followed by a deep, bitter gloom as I pondered the hardest question of all. ‘And what kind of man am I?’
This
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