Hidden Motives: Never Say Die Presumed Guilty by Gerritsen Tess

Author:Gerritsen, Tess [Gerritsen, Tess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime, thriller, Mystery
ISBN: 9781743565483
Amazon: 1743565488
Goodreads: 22600894
Publisher: Harlequin MIRA
Published: 2014-07-01T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

The old man who sat in the carved rosewood chair appeared frail enough to be toppled by a stiff wind. His arms were like two twigs crossed on his lap. His white wisp of a beard trembled in the breath of the ceiling fan. But his eyes were as bright as quicksilver. Through the open windows came the whine of the cicadas in the walled garden. Overhead, the fan spun slowly in the midnight heat.

The old man’s gaze focused on Willy. “Wherever you walk, Miss Maitland,” he said, “it seems you leave a trail of blood.”

“We had nothing to do with Lassiter’s death,” said Guy. “When we left Cantho, he was alive.”

“I think you misunderstand, Mr. Barnard.” The man turned to Guy. “I do not accuse you of anything.”

“Who are you accusing?”

“That detail I leave to our people in Cantho.”

“You mean those police agents you had following us?”

Minister Tranh smiled. “You made it a difficult assignment. That boy on the corner—an ingenious move. No, we’re aware that Mr. Lassiter was alive when you left him.”

“And after we left?”

“We know that he sat in the river café for another twenty minutes. That he drank a total of eight beers. And then he left. Unfortunately, he never arrived home.”

“Weren’t your people keeping tabs on him?”

“Tabs?”

“Surveillance.”

“Mr. Lassiter was a friend. We don’t keep…tabs—is that the word?—on our friends.”

“But you followed us,” said Willy.

Minister Tranh’s placid gaze shifted to her. “Are you our friend, Miss Maitland?”

“What do you think?”

“I think it is not easy to tell. I think even you cannot tell your friends from your enemies. It is a dangerous state of affairs. Already it has led to three murders.”

Willy shook her head, puzzled. “Three? Lassiter’s the only one I’ve heard about.”

“Who else has been killed?” Guy asked.

“A Saigon policeman,” said the minister. “Murdered last night on routine surveillance duty.”

“I don’t see the connection.”

“Also last night, another man dead. Again, the throat cut.”

“You can’t blame us for every murder in Saigon!” said Willy. “We don’t even know those other victims—”

“But yesterday you paid one of them a visit. Or have you forgotten?”

Guy stared across the table. “Gerard.”

In the darkness outside, the cicadas’ shrill music rose to a scream. Then, in an instant, the night fell absolutely silent.

Minister Tranh gazed ahead at the far wall, as though divining some message from the mildewed wallpaper. “Are you familiar with the Vietnamese calendar, Miss Maitland?” he asked quietly.

“Your calendar?” She frowned, puzzled by the new twist of conversation. “It—it’s the same as the Chinese, isn’t it?”

“Last year was the year of the dragon. A lucky year, or so they say. A fine year for babies and marriages. But this year…” He shook his head.

“The snake,” said Guy.

Minister Tranh nodded. “The snake. A dangerous symbol. An omen of disaster. Famine and death. A year of misfortune….” He sighed and his head drooped, as though his fragile neck was suddenly too weak to support it. For a long time he sat in silence, his white hair fluttering in the fan’s breath.

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