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Dangerous Deception. Sandy Curtis
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isbn 9780987160492
Автор произведения Sandy Curtis
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Издательство Ingram
'Get her photo to every cop in the country, but let them know there's to be no media involvement. I'm to be informed the moment she's found, but they're to take no further action except keep her under surveillance. Discreet surveillance.'
Mark punched numbers into his mobile phone. It irked him that Vaughn hadn't given him any details about what they were after. A records book that the Montgomery woman was supposed to have - he'd supplied that much - but nothing to indicate what information was in it. But Mark was a patient man. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this job.
He hoped there would be no need for his other skills.
CHAPTER TWO
'How could you have used such an imbecile to get the stuff off the Montgomery woman?' Frank Delano thundered, his black eyebrows bristling at the bridge of his fleshy nose.
Darren 'Doggie' Kennett cringed as Frank thumped his desk, the only piece of furniture in his office that looked substantial enough to withstand the force of the overweight bar owner's temper. Frank had bestowed the nickname on Doggie because the man's long face and droopy ears and eyes reminded him of his favourite childhood cartoon character, but he sometimes wondered if Doggie was any more intelligent than the animal he was named after.
'We've always worked together pretty good before.' Doggie's left shoulder rose in a half-shrug that made it seem divorced from the rest of his body. 'He'd told me he was clean. Reckoned he hadn't used in months. When he turned up he seemed okay, but after we'd waited a while I could tell he was getting high. I told him to piss off but he was determined to stay 'cause he needed the dough.'
'You shoulda shoved a fifty in his pocket and kicked his arse out of there.'
'It was too late. The car pulled in and he followed her into the house. I was going to go in after him when I saw these two other guys. Creepy, they were. Just seemed to come from nowhere. They must have seen what was happening 'cause they didn't go into the house, they hid in the shadows. I didn't know what to do, so I stayed put.'
Frank hauled his bulky body from the chair, and heard the air suck slowly back through the leather. 'And watched them shoot your mate and let the Montgomery woman get away.'
The words were soft but his tone was steel, and the sweat of fear glistened on Doggie's forehead. He wiped at his face, and wondered if the airconditioning was working. 'I have no idea who those blokes were, Frank, honest. But they didn't get nothing either. They shot through as soon as they'd … picked up the body.'
Frank tried to think logically. Disposing of the body and cleaning up the scene certainly didn't fit into the MO of anyone he knew, and from what Doggie had told him of the events, the men involved were professionals. Of some kind. Which led him to the only logical conclusion.
Someone had blabbed.
Someone had wanted to cut him out of the equation.
That someone would pay.
The chair groaned as he sat down and reached for the phone.
Paige Montgomery looked up as Allan Walters walked into the reception area of the Montgomery Medical Research Institute at St Kilda. His unbuttoned lab coat flapped with each lanky stride, and as he bent over Paige's desk his straight brown hair fell onto his glasses.
'Have you heard from Breeanna?' he asked.
Paige frowned. 'Isn't she at work?'
'She hasn't come in this morning, and with the professor away I've had to take over the routine checks on both their experiments as well as trying to do my own work. She's not answering her phone or her mobile. I've tried several times.' His hair flopped again as he shook his head. 'She's usually reliable.' He looked at his watch, and pushed back his glasses as they began to slide down. 'It's nearly twelve. I've got more checks to do.' With an impatient toss of his head he stalked back down the passageway that connected the administration and laboratory buildings.
Paige watched him retreat. He might carry on like a disturbed ibis, but Allan was right. Breeanna was normally reliable. If she hadn't phoned in sick, then something must be very wrong. The professor's accident a week ago had upset her, but after seeing him in hospital a couple of days later, Breeanna had appeared distracted and … disturbed. Paige's teeth worried at her bottom lip. She would have to go to Breeanna's home and see if she was all right.
A small waiting area, furnished in maroon tapestry-covered lounge chairs that complemented the cream walls and classic paintings, separated Paige's reception desk from two closed doors on the other side of the cosy room. Paige had suggested to her father that modernising the furniture would make it more impressive, but George Montgomery had smiled gently and said the chairs were still functional and would stay as long as they remained so. Paige knew that any profit made from the laboratories' commercial activities would be ploughed back into the cancer research so dear to her father's heart.
Picking up her handbag, she walked over to the left-hand door and knocked. At her uncle's brief, 'Come in', Paige opened the door.
James Montgomery's office contrasted greatly with the conservative, almost old-fashioned appearance of the reception area. An advertisement for chrome and glass, it seemed an appropriate setting for its occupant. James looked up at Paige's entrance, and the grey streaks in his thinning brown hair caught the overhead light. His dark charcoal suit was tailor-made to suit his tall, slim figure, but Paige noticed with surprise that it seemed a little crumpled, as though James had not paid his usual meticulous attention to his appearance. He had arrived late this morning, and Paige had barely glimpsed him as he'd hurried into his office.
Quickly she related what Allan Walters had said. 'Could you please answer the phone while I go to check on Breeanna?' she finished.
James stood up. 'I'll go with you,' he said. 'If she is ill I might be of some assistance.' He walked around and placed a comforting hand on Paige's shoulder. 'We'll go in my car.'
As James drove to East Malvern where Breeanna lived, Paige tried to push aside her concern for her sister and respond to his conversation. She was very fond of her uncle.
Although she knew her father loved her, she'd always been a little in awe of him. Perhaps if she'd seen more of him when she was a child it would have been different, but infrequent holidays with him in Melbourne had reinforced her perception of his emotional remoteness, his preoccupation with his dream of one day finding a cure for the cancer that had killed Morag, Breeanna's mother. And if she admitted it to herself, Paige had also been jealous of his love for his dead wife. As a teenager she'd come close to hating him for the pain he'd caused her mother. In marrying to procure a mother for Breeanna, George Montgomery had only succeeded in creating a wife who felt her love was unreciprocated, and a daughter who felt alienated by his work.
His younger brother, James, on the other hand, was personable, charming, and took the time to talk to Paige as though she were important. For a twenty-six year old who'd grown up in Perth and had seen her father only on brief visits, Paige had found in James the father figure she'd always wanted. So when he offered her a job at the institute two years ago, she'd happily accepted.
Now she watched the large residences of East Malvern pass by the Camry's window. James turned into the back streets and the housing changed, became smaller, less affluent. In a street where tending to gardens seemed a low priority, the car slowed down.
Soon they pulled up in front of a small, lowset brick house that Paige knew had been Breeanna's great-grandparents' home after the First World War. The property had passed down through her mother's family, and several years ago Breeanna had decided to move out of her father's home and live there.
Breeanna's car wasn't in the driveway. In the past Paige had always considered her half-sister a little strange, but the constant contact through work had revealed a warm, caring side to Breeanna that Paige had come to love, and she now felt her worry increase.
'You'd think she'd do something about this yard,' James muttered as they walked up the driveway.
Paige looked