Whiteout - Ken Follett [143]
When they were upright, Daisy said, “Forward, slowly.”
They walked forward, Daisy dragging her legs.
“I bet you two were hidden away somewhere all night,” she said. “What were you up to, eh?”
Craig said nothing. He could hardly believe that she had enough breath and malice left to rail at them.
“Tell me, laddie,” she jeered. “Did you put your finger in her little pussy, eh? You dirty little bastard, I bet you did.”
Craig felt dirty when she talked like that. She was able to sully an experience that had been carefree. He hated her for spoiling his memory. He longed to drop her on the ground, but he felt sure she would pull the trigger.
“Wait,” she said. “Stop.” They halted, and she put some of her weight on her left leg, the one that was not twisted.
Craig looked at her terrible face. Her black-lined eyes were closed in pain. She said, “We’ll just rest here for a minute, then we’ll go on.”
***
TONI stepped out of the barn. Now she could be seen. By her calculations, there were two of the gang in the house—Nigel and Kit—and either of them might look out of a window at any moment. But she had to take the risk. Listening for the shot that would kill her, she walked as fast as she could, pushing through the snow, to the guest cottage. She reached it without incident and dodged around the corner of the building, out of sight.
She had left Caroline searching tearfully for her pet rats. Elton was trussed up under the billiard table, blindfolded and gagged to make sure that when he came round he could not talk dopey Caroline into untying him.
Toni circled the cottage and approached the main house from the side. The back door stood open, but she did not go in. She needed to reconnoiter. She crept along the back of the building and peeped in at the first window.
She was looking into the pantry. Six people were crammed in there, bound hand and foot but standing: Olga; Hugo, who seemed to be naked; Miranda; her son Tom; Ned; and Stanley. A wave of happiness washed over Toni when she saw Stanley. She realized she had feared, in the back of her mind, that he might be dead. She caught her breath when she saw his bruised and bloody face. Then he spotted her, and his eyes widened with surprise and pleasure. He did not appear to be seriously wounded, she saw with relief. He opened his mouth to speak. Quickly, Toni raised a finger to her lips for silence. Stanley closed his mouth and nodded understanding.
Toni moved to the next window and looked into the kitchen. Two men sat with their backs to the window. One was Kit. Toni felt a surge of pity for Stanley, having a son who would do something like this to his family. The other man wore a pink sweater. He must be the one Kit had called Nigel. They were looking at a small television set, watching the news. The screen showed a snowplow clearing a motorway in the light of early morning.
Toni chewed her lip, thinking. She had a gun now but, even so, it could be difficult to control the two of them. But she had no choice.
As she hesitated, Kit stood up, and she quickly ducked back out of sight.
8:45 A.M.
NIGEL said, “That’s it. They’re clearing the roads. We have to go now.”
“I’m worried about Toni Gallo,” Kit said.
“Too bad. If we wait any longer, we’ll miss the rendezvous.”
Kit looked at his watch. Nigel was right. “Shit,” he said.
“We’ll take that Mercedes outside. Go and find the keys.”
Kit left the kitchen and ran upstairs. In Olga’s bedroom, he pulled out the drawers of both bedside tables without finding any keys. He picked up Hugo’s suitcase and emptied the contents onto the floor, but nothing jingled. Breathing hard, he did the same with Olga’s case. Then he spotted Hugo’s blazer draped over the back of a chair. He found the Mercedes keys in the pocket.
He ran down to the kitchen. Nigel was looking out of the window. “Why is Elton taking so long?” Kit said. He could hear a note of hysteria in his own voice.
“I don’t know,” said Nigel. “Try to stay calm.”
“And what the hell’s happened to Daisy?”
“Go and start the