The Hidden Man - Charles Cumming [70]
‘Is there a unit in there?’ one of them had asked Kathy, nodding towards Roth’s locked office.
‘Yeah,’ she had said.
‘Any chance of getting a lookat it?’
‘Sure.’
And total access was thus provided. Over the course of the next four hours, every computer in the building was disassembled and a copy made of its hard drive. Mean while, having been shown to the basement by Mark, a security specialist plugged phoney wires into the mainframe - purely for the purposes of cover - and then calmly broke into the Libra safe, making a thorough photographic record of its contents. Mark, who had told an increasingly agitated Macklin that he would ‘keep an eye on things downstairs’, watched all this unfold from the basement doorway and felt the thrill of his participation in it. This’ll make our case, Randall had told him, and he was surely right.
Yet there was a single flaw, a problem that nobody could have foreseen. Just after two o’clock, as Macklin was leaving the office to buy himself a sandwich for lunch, he turned to Rebecca in reception and, laying the ground work for a future date, said, ‘Sorry about all the computer geeks, sweetheart. Can’t be helped, I’m afraid.’
‘That’s all right,’ she replied. ‘But it’s a bit weird, Mr Macklin. They got here so quickly.’
Macklin, who was wondering what chance he had of getting her into bed before the end of the week, only half-absorbed this observation and said simply: ‘Oh yeah?’
‘Yeah. Sam left me a note before she went away, basic stuff saying where everything was. I had the number for the computer technicians and called them after what happened. Only, thing is, they said they were busy, couldn’t get here till three or something. Then they go and show up twenty minutes later.’
‘Is that right?’ Macklin said. ‘Is that right?’ She now had his full attention. ‘After twenty minutes?’
‘Yeah.’
He frowned.
‘Maybe they had a cancellation. Did you ask?’
Rebecca shookher head.
Macklin eyeballed the only visible technician in the room, a twenty-four-year-old A-Branch recruit named Frankwho was pretending to rewire a circuit board outside Mark’s office.
‘Hey, mate,’ he called out.
‘Yeah?’
‘How come you got here so quickly?’
Trained never to open his mouth until he knew the score, Frank continued facing the wall and replied, ‘What’s that?’
‘I said, how come you got here so quickly?’
Half-turning now, Frankfrowned at Macklin and muttered, ‘Not following you, mate.’
‘Well, it’s just that the lovely Rebecca here phoned your offices this morning and you said you was busy till three.’
‘Beats me. I just go where I’m told,’ Frank said. Thinking on his feet, he added, ‘I know there was talk of a big job last night. Maybe it got called off.’
‘Right.’
Macklin seemed satisfied and looked back at Rebecca, raising a fat eyebrow in a manner he intended as flirtatious.
‘Well, there you are, sweetheart,’ he said. ‘Mystery solved. So what are you doing for dinner tonight? Fancy some sushi or something?’
Afterwards they had Frankto thank for reacting as quickly as he did.
No sooner had Macklin left the building than he put his tools to one side, smiled at Rebecca, and walked calmly down to the basement. Mark, who was startled when the door opened at the top of the staircase, signalled frantically to the locksmith and leaped to his feet.
‘Problem,’ Frank said, matter-of-factly.
‘How so?’ the lock smith replied.
‘Girl upstairs, temp. She’s not as lazy as she looks. Turns out that as soon as the system went down she called the regular technical support team. As luck would have it, they were too busy to get here till three. But it’s already gone two. Unless someone gets on the phone smartish and cancels the appointment, this place is gonna be crawling with Mac technicians wondering who the fuckwe are.’
‘Jesus,’ Mark said.