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first thing tomorrow.’
    ‘What’s the difference?’
    ‘If there’s no difference, you won’t mind waiting.’
    ‘I’d like to look it over at home tonight.’
    She shook her head. ‘I’m sorry. I can’t. I have my appointment.’
    ‘Your
appointment
? Today may be a Sunday, Miss Parkes, but it’s still a workday.’
    ‘You knew about this. I cleared it last week.’
    ‘Remind me.’
    Behind her back, Rachel clenched a fist. He knew exactly where she was going, and why. He just wanted to make her say it for some perverse reason of his own, perhaps so that he could deliver another lecture on the folly of Afghanistan, graveyard of empires. Damned if she’d let him use her brother that way.
Damned
if she would. ‘It’s private,’ she said. ‘And the budget report will be on your desk first thing tomorrow, as I promised.’
    ‘I plan to be in very early.’
    ‘It will be waiting for you.’ She nodded a little too curtly, tried to soften it with an afterthought of a smile. But he wasn’t even looking at her any more. He simply waved her away with a patronising little flick of his right hand, then stirred a pinch of sugar into his tea.
     
II
     
    Max Walters – the man who’d called himself Steven – burst from the trees expecting to see Luke; but there was no sign of him, just an overgrown glade bordered by fields and a derelict MOD compound. He swore beneath his breath. The fierceness of the chase had kept him from thinking about the old woman, but now his mind went back to her. He felt no remorse. She’d brought her fate on herself by sending that email. However, he did regret the shit-storm it was likely to kick off.
    He tried to game it out. Luke would call the police, that was for sure, and the police would visit the house to check his story out. The smashed window, the broken roof tiles and guttering would all corroborate his account. And they hadn’t thought to wear gloves, so they’d have left their fingerprints everywhere. His own were on the police database for various youthful follies, and both Kieran and Pete had records too. This was a total fucking disaster. Then he remembered that Luke had form of his own. It was one of the reasons he’d hired him in the first place, for just such an eventuality as this. He had no idea of Walters’ real name, and his only point of contact with him was via an anonymous email address that would be easy enough to scrub. He began to glimpse a way out of this.
    ‘Any sign?’ he called out to Kieran, who was wading through the ferns and nettles, looking for Luke.
    Kieran shook his head. ‘He has to be in here somewhere. If he’d gone for the fields, we’d have spotted him for sure.’
    ‘But what if he
has
got away? What if he’s calling the police right now?’
    ‘How? His mobile was in his jacket pocket back in the attic.’
    ‘What if he meets someone? What if he finds a house or a payphone?’
    Kieran nodded gloomily. ‘We need to get out of here.’
    They turned, began jogging their way back.
    ‘The email the old bat sent,’ asked Walters. ‘Any way to tell if this Rachel Parkes woman has seen it yet?’
    ‘Not unless she replies. She hadn’t when I looked.’
    ‘But she’s likely to, right? An email like that, a sweet old biddy asking her for help.’
    ‘I’d have thought so.’
    ‘Then let’s assume she hasn’t got it yet. So if we can delete it somehow, she’ll never even know it was sent, right?’
    ‘Easier said than done. We can’t do it remotely, not unless she’s been
incredibly
sloppy with her passwords. 123456. RachelP. Shit like that. I can run through the most-likelies, but we’d have to get extremely lucky. And her service provider will lock us out if we get it wrong too often. Then she’ll know for sure that something stinks.’
    ‘So give me a better idea.’
    ‘We send her another email from the old bat. Have her say that her account’s been hacked and that her last email was a virus, please delete it