days.â
Nice try, lady, Andy thought, but weâre a step ahead of you. He handed her a business card which Scotland Yard had printed for him earlier that morning. It had both his actual mobile number, and a specially designated Scotland Yard landline number, which would be answered by a policewoman pretending to be his wife if Nicole called.
Then they left, happy to escape the toxic atmosphere that seemed to fill the house, and desperate for a cup of coffee. But first they had to knock on the rest of the doors in that Maida Vale development, because this time they
knew,
without a shadowâs shadow of a doubt, that they
would
be watched.
âPhew,â said Andy Gillespie when they were out of earshot, âIâm certainly relieved thatâs over. I was worried about whoever was upstairs. I think weâre lucky to have escaped still wearing our skin!â
âDefinitely, but it was worth it. I have lots of stuff to tell your chief inspector when weâre debriefed.â
â
Debriefed
,â Andy repeated with a chuckle. âHark at you! You need to mix with a better class of person, Megan, thereâs far too much police influence in your life at present.â
âIâm afraid youâre right, Andy,â she laughed. âBut I fear itâs too late for me.â
Once they were safely in Elgin Avenue again they fell into each otherâs arms, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
âOh my great-grandfatherâs whiskers,â Andy Gillespie said. âWhat a weird experience! I didnât think she was ever going to let us in. Not even with my foot halfway in the door.â
âWhy do you think I suddenly felt faint?â
âYouâre a class act, Mrs Lisle.â
âAnd so are you,
Father
Gillespie. But letâs never, ever give an encore performance!â
âI agree!â
However, before very long, they would be called on to do exactly that.
Chapter Five
The car, with the two chief inspectors inside, was waiting for them around the next corner. They jumped in and the car sped off towards a coffee shop far enough away from Maida Vale to risk crossing paths with Nicole Vachon again.
âI tell you, boss, Iâve never met anyone with such cold eyes as that woman had. She gave me the screaming jimmies,â Andy Gillespie confessed, between sips of cappuccino.
âSounds like you met the real Nicole,â Philippe said. âThey thought I didnât know, but at HQ they called her The Ice Queen, and never was there a more appropriate name.â
âEven the poor damn
dog
was afraid of her. She called him, but he wouldnât come to her,â Andy said.
âThis is not a game, is it? I treated it as if it was one⦠but now I see that⦠itâs really, truly, real⦠â
Philippe was speaking to her but his voice was coming from a far-off planet. Or maybe, it was from somewhere deep under the sea. She couldnât hear him properly, and it was hard for her to breathe. âDarling, are you alright?â he asked again.
âThe reason the dog didnât come was because⦠and⦠of course thatâs why she looked at me that way. How could I have been so stupid? Now Iâve put everyone in danger.â
âMegan, weâre not following you.â
âThe dog wasnât
afraid
of her, Andy. The reason he didnât come is that his name isnât Max!â
âBut why would she say that it was, if it wasnât?â
âShe did it to warn me off. She must know who I am. For all I know she knows
everything
there is to know about me!â
â Max is your grandsonâs name,â Philippe said.
âYes.â
âBut how could she possibly know that, or anything else about you and your family?â Andy Gillespie asked.
âPerhaps sheâs been in touch with your mother, Philippe, and⦠â
âNever in a million years!
Maman
would never