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What the hell was Sean up to?
That was when she noticed the silver front door key.
It wasn’t hers, she was sure of it. All her keys were on her key ring with the enamel apple she’d picked up on their last trip to New York, on a visit to BXH’s head office, which even the wives had been invited to.
Was it Sean’s key? She moved it near the pile of mail that had arrived for Sean the day before. Then she pulled her phone from her jeans pocket.
She tapped in his number. Number unavailable. This was getting too weird. She stood in the hall. The house seemed very quiet.
‘Alek,’ she called out. Anxiety exploded inside her. She rushed up the stairs. As she got to the top she saw Alek’s bedroom door was closed.
She pushed it open, fast. Alek was on the bed, moving a toy soldier up a pillow mountain. His amber locks looked adorable. She slumped against the wall and closed her eyes. Her heart was drumming rapidly. What the hell was happening to her? She wasn’t normally this paranoid.
‘Come on, Alek, let’s get ready. We’re going.’ Alek didn’t budge.
‘Remember,’ she said. ‘You’re going for a sleepover. And Rose is going to take you to that new movie.’
She felt a tug of guilt looking at his upturned face, but when he moved off the bed like a boy possessed, the guilt subsided. The thought of a new movie beat just about anything in Alek’s mind.
‘Pick one toy to bring with you,’ she said, as she left the room. Alek’s hands were full already.
Sean’s weekend Samsonite bag was in a corner of the bedroom. It was empty. She’d already packed hers with most of what she’d need for the weekend.
She threw some of his things into his bag: socks, two shirts, his leather jacket. She was determined to keep to the plan. He wasn’t going to let her down. They had plenty of time before the taxi came.
Just as long as Mr Vaughann didn’t insist he stay at work. And she would conveniently forget about that message George had given her until they were safely on the train. Sean deserved a break too.
They’d hardly had any holidays in two years. Not like some of them at the bank. One of the few financial downturn-induced changes at BXH, as far as Isabel could make out, was that some of the senior managers had been forced to call off their weekday golf outings.
A cruel punishment indeed.
The only other change Isabel could see was all the extra hours Sean had been putting in.
It was time to go. At least without Alek hanging off of her, she’d be able to focus on finding Sean, and getting away to Paris in time.
She stopped, and put her hand to her forehead. Was she crazy thinking their trip would still happen?
11 (#ulink_308104fb-d8f2-54e0-823a-a6b9b4341a53)
The dining table in Lord Bidoner’s Fifth Avenue apartment was set for breakfast. The silver coffee pot in the centre of the table was letting out a curl of steam.
Lord Bidoner was dressed in a black kimono, as was Xena, though hers went only to her thigh. He poured coffee into a thin gold-edged cup, as Xena went to answer the doorbell.
The two men who entered, the head of trading and the head of risk at the New York securities division of the Ebony Dragon hedge fund, were both Harvard educated and experienced in the animal world of Wall Street.
‘Come in, the coffee and pastries are both warm,’ said Bidoner.
The two men took coffee and stood near the picture window. They were both quiet and watchful. It wasn’t often that they were summoned to meet the chairman of the fund they worked for at his apartment. It had only happened once before for each of them, when they were being recruited.
‘Sit, gentlemen,’ said Lord Bidoner. He stood with his back to the wall of glass and its million-dollar view. The sun still hadn’t risen, but the buildings around them were starting to come to life.
The two men sat on the edge of the leather sofa, a few feet apart. Xena stood at the far end. Her long legs glistened, but neither man glanced at her.
‘As I told you when I approved your salaries, there will be times when each of you will be asked to do unusual things. This is one of those times.’
Neither man responded.
‘You know our fund has larger goals than simply making a profit.’
The head of trading, who wore a black suit and a blue knotted silk tie, nodded curtly. The other man stared at Lord Bidoner, then spoke.
‘Isn’t profit what our shareholders want?’
‘And we will make a profit from all this,’ said Lord Bidoner. He walked closer to the two men. ‘A serious profit. And we will need it. There are scum out there who threaten us all. There is a change coming and you can be part of it.’
The head of risk, who had spoken, pressed his lips together and nodded.
‘Soon, gentlemen, we will know who will be the new slaves and who will be free in this world. You may think I overstate it, but when you see people lining up everywhere outside banks that have stolen their money, you will know I wasn’t lying.’ Lord Bidoner pointed at the two men, first one then the other.
‘Many things must be destroyed before they can be reborn. And you will have a role in this, if you follow my instructions to the letter. With no deviation. Is that clear?’
The head of risk spoke. ‘What exactly do you want us to do?’
‘You will spend every dime we have on BXH’s shares and options. And then you will start selling it all at a loss, until the price dives, because there is so much of BXH on sale.’
‘We could be ruined in a day, sir,’ said the head of risk.
‘That’s not your problem, gentlemen. Those are your instructions.’
The two men looked at each other. Both were pale under their perma-tans.
‘Are you sure you want to do this, sir? This is a major gamble,’ said the head of risk.
Lord Bidoner walked to where Xena was standing and whispered something in her ear. She went out of the room.
‘Gentlemen, consider this,’ said Lord Bidoner, coming up to the two men. ‘My friend is very strict when it comes to relationships. She was raised differently from us. An eye for an eye is what she believes in.’ He leaned towards the men. ‘It was said in her village that she wore a cloak of darkness after what happened to her family.’
He stepped aside to let her pass him. She was carrying a newspaper.
‘Would you like to see what happened to one of the other bankers I worked with, gentlemen? It was such a shock I kept the article.’
The two men just stared at him. Then the head of risk nodded.
Xena dropped the paper on the glass table. The newspaper was the Times of India. The main article was accompanied by a picture of a stretcher being carried out of an office building. People were milling around and whoever was on the metal stretcher was clearly dead, as they were in a fully zipped up body bag.
The headline read – CASTRATED BANKER DIES.
‘This was a few years ago, but it was a sad day for the man’s family, I can tell you. To die in such a way is dishonourable in India. It implies so much. But I am sure it was a lot more painful for him.’ Lord Bidoner picked up the newspaper and passed it back to Xena. She left the room with it.
‘This man didn’t believe my warnings. I hope that doesn’t happen with you two.’
The two men shook their heads.
‘I want you to understand where I’m coming from. There will be no turning back on my directive and there will be no discussion of what happened in this room after you leave here. Is that clear?’
The head of risk nodded first.
‘Yes, sir. You don’t have to worry. We will carry out your instructions to the letter.’
They walked slowly to the door and exited without saying another word. Lord Bidoner was already on his phone, as the front door of the apartment closed behind them.
Red, he typed into the email. Then he sent it.
12 (#ulink_04d37768-d2b7-5b85-a830-cce859e9c9b6)
Rose Suchard was sitting at a back table in the otherwise almost empty In Italy restaurant at the bottom of their street when Isabel and Alek got there.
In Italy was one of those new places with all white wooden tables and chairs. On the long side wall there was a giant map of a futuristic subway system made up of multicoloured dots. The restaurant attracted a young crowd who enjoyed the real Italian coffee, great pasta dishes and the atmosphere. Sean and Isabel went there regularly. It was one of the reasons she loved the area.
A waiter was flirting with Rose when they arrived.
Carlo, his name badge said, turned and smiled at Isabel as she sat down.
‘And for you, signora?’ he asked, as his smile said, you also look fantastic. The black wool sweater and midnight blue jeans she’d put on was her basic outfit these days. It was nice to be complimented, but she really didn’t need it.
‘A late breakfast, maybe?’
But Isabel wasn’t hungry. She ordered a latte and an orange juice for Alek. He was wiggling on the chair to her right. She took off his jacket.
Once he was settled she turned to Rose.
‘Sean didn’t come home last night,’ she whispered, leaning close to her, so Alek wouldn’t hear.
‘The bastard,’ Rose hissed back. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Not really, I still don’t know where he is.’ She put her hand to her forehead. Rose tutted.
‘If I’m arrested for killing him, don’t be surprised.’ She looked out the window, hoping to see his car going by.
‘I’ll stand by you,’ said Rose. ‘Did you see the news?’ She leaned even closer to Isabel. Alek was caught up with galloping an armoured knight across a corner of the table.
‘What news?’
‘About BXH,’ she whispered. She had an are-you-still-with-us look on her face.
She was scaring Isabel now. ‘You know I’ve sworn off TV in the morning.’
All the endless bad TV news was like an infection. She’d decided to keep it all out until the evening each day, when Sean brought enough of it home for both of them.
‘They were going on about the merger,’ said Rose. ‘Apparently BXH’s share price should be going up, but it’s not, it’s collapsing. You know what Terry said?’ Her voice dropped to a whisper.
Isabel shook her head, slowly.
‘He said if the merger doesn’t happen, BXH will collapse in on itself, like a black hole or something. They’ve been hiding …’ She leaned towards Isabel. Her voice went even lower.
‘Something big, he reckons.’ She glanced around, as if they were in a conspiracy movie.
‘I don’t like the sound of that.’
‘Me neither.’ Rose looked genuinely worried.
‘Sean said if the merger fell through, BXH would still be okay,’ she said.
‘Sure, but where is he?’
She opened her mouth, looked at Alek, closed it again. She felt like cursing Sean and BXH, but she couldn’t, not in front of Alek.
‘You know …’ said Rose. She looked sad. Her mouth opened. Her eyes were brimming. ‘It’s …’
Rose was crying. Big tears were running down her nose. Sympathy flared inside Isabel. Her problems suddenly seemed minor. Rose was usually so upbeat. When the western world had been about to melt down, she’d invited them around for a party.
‘We’re going … we’re going to lose our home,’ said Rose.
‘No way.’ Isabel glanced at Alek. He hadn’t noticed anything.
‘What happened?’ she said.
‘Terry’s overtime’s been cut. They’re cutting loads in IT. We borrowed so much to get this house. We’re going to lose it all. I just know it.’
Isabel squeezed her arm. Rose smiled at her and straightened herself up. It was the smile of someone determined not to let anyone else down.
‘Maybe it’ll be for the better,’ she said. ‘We don’t need such a big house.’ She sniffed and tried to compose herself. ‘Terry took out another loan. He didn’t even tell me.’ There was a wounded, shocked look in her eyes.
‘That’s terrible,’ said Isabel.
The waiter arrived. He made an elaborate show of placing their drinks in front of them. He was far too solicitous. Had he seen Rose crying?
‘You know what else?’ said Rose, after he’d gone.
She arched a neatly plucked brow, then started talking about how Terry had been acting odd recently. Isabel encouraged Rose to tell her more. After a few minutes she leaned towards Alek. ‘Are you looking forward to playing with Aunty Rosie?’ Alek nodded. She gave his hand a squeeze.
That was her signal.
‘I gotta go,’ she said, She’d hardly touched her coffee.
‘Make sure he tells you where he was,’ said Rose.
‘He’ll have some amazing explanation,’ she said. ‘Just like the last time.’
