Hands of the Traitor by Christopher Wright

Author:Christopher Wright
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime adveture, detective action, detective and mystery, crime action packed adventure, detective crime thriller

Chapter 16

JASON HEINMAN had disappeared. Matt and Zoé decided to have a leisurely snack at a pavement table outside a bar on the road towards Calais, their orange Mini concealed in the car park round the back.

"It is your letter to New York that has caused all this trouble," Zoé told him. "I said you were not careful enough. Jason 'Einman has killed your grandfather and now he has come here to kill you."

Matt shook his head. "There's nothing to link Jason Heinman with my grandfather's death. The man claiming to be Fergus Hawkins was old."

"What about the father of Jason 'Einman? He must be old. What is his name?"

"Frank Heinman. The man at the garage said..." Matt put his glass of wine heavily on the table and red wine spilled over the side. "You're right, he's joining Jason here today."

"Where is he coming from? England?"

"I don't know. We need to find him, then we can see if he answers Sister Ewing's description. Where is he likely to be?"

"The German launch site?" asked Zoé who had been studying the map. "There is a circle marked on here."

"The man in the garage did it for me. Are you sure you want to go on with this?"

"I am still..."

"Tangled?"

"You must understand it is not a time that is easy for me."

It wasn't exactly an easy time for him, with his grandfather lying dead in an English hospital -- the grandfather he'd come over here specially to help. He started the engine and wondered if Philippe at the garage was an old boyfriend from the Auvergne, a foolish thought that probably showed how infatuated he was becoming with Zoé. "I'd like to go past the garage once more."

"Pourquoi?"

"Jason Heinman could still be there, changing the car."

"Maybe you should hire a car," suggested Zoé. "A British orange Mini is, I think, a little noticeable in France."

"I'll hire something tomorrow." He was going to add, "When you've gone home," but it would be a mistake to test Zoé like this. Perhaps it was the wrong time of the month. Or more likely she'd had enough of him already.

They drove past the Garage de Saint Somer and found it closed for lunch, and probably for the afternoon as well by the deserted look of the place. Apart from three smashed cars in the forecourt, awaiting repair or dismantling for scrap, there were no other vehicles.

"If you will excuse me for saying this..." Zoé paused.

"Yes?"

"I think you are not being professional with this investigation. You must think what you would do if Ken 'Abgood had given you the work for a client."

"It's not work, it's family business."

"But you must still think what you are doing."

The criticism stung because it was true. "Let's find the launch site -- or go back to the hotel. You choose."

Zoé opted to return to the hotel, where she stayed in her room for the rest of the afternoon. Matt wondered a couple of times whether to go onto the balcony to find out if she was using the phone, but he lay on the bed and picked his way through his car magazine.

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