Whiteout - Ken Follett [81]
Toni looked worriedly at her mother. She was staring ahead, mouth open, bewildered—but unharmed. Toni felt a moment of relief—then she thought of Osborne.
She looked fearfully in the rearview mirror, thinking the hatchback must smash into Osborne’s Jaguar. She could see the red rear lights of the hatch and the white headlights of the Jag. The hatchback fishtailed; the Jag swung hard over to the side of the road; the hatchback straightened up and went by.
The Jaguar came to a stop, and the car full of drunk boys went on into the night. They were probably still laughing.
Mother said in a shaky voice, “I heard a bang—did that car hit us?”
“Yes,” Toni said. “We had a lucky escape.”
“I think you should drive more carefully,” said Mother.
12:35 A.M.
KIT was fighting down panic. His brilliant plan had collapsed in ruins. Now there was no way the robbery would go undetected until the staff returned to work after the holiday. At most, it might remain a secret until six o’clock this morning, when the next shift of security guards arrived. But if Toni Gallo were still on her way here, the time left was even shorter.
If his plan had worked, there would have been no violence. Even now, he thought with helpless frustration, it had not been strictly necessary. The guard Susan could have been captured and tied up without injury. Unfortunately, Daisy could not resist an opportunity for brutality. Kit hoped desperately that the other guards could be rounded up without further nauseating scenes of bloodshed.
Now, as they ran to the control room, both Nigel and Daisy drew guns.
Kit was horrified. “We agreed no weapons!” he protested.
“Good thing we ignored you,” Nigel replied.
They came to the door. Kit stared aghast at the guns. They were small automatic pistols with fat grips. “This makes it armed robbery, you realize that.”
“Only if we’re caught.” Nigel turned the handle and kicked the door open.
Daisy burst into the room, yelling at the top of her voice: “On the floor! Now! Both of you!”
There was only a moment’s hesitation, while the two security guards went from shock and bewilderment to fear; then they threw themselves down.
Kit felt powerless. He had intended to enter the room first and say, Please stay calm and do as you’re told, then you won’t get hurt. But he had lost control. There was nothing he could do now but string along and try to make sure nothing else went wrong.
Elton appeared in the doorway of the equipment room. He took in the scene in an instant.
Daisy screamed at the guards: “Face down, hands behind your backs, eyes closed! Quick, quick, or I’ll shoot you in the balls!”
They did as she said but, even so, she kicked Don in the face with a heavy boot. He cried out and flinched away, but remained prone.
Kit placed himself in front of Daisy. “Enough!” he shouted.
Elton shook his head in amazement. “She’s loony fucking tunes.”
The gleeful malevolence on Daisy’s face frightened Kit, but he forced himself to stare at her. He had too much at stake to let her ruin everything. “Listen to me!” he shouted. “You’re not in the lab yet, and you won’t ever get there at this rate. If you want to be empty-handed when we meet the client at ten, just carry on the way you are.” She turned away from his pointing finger, but he went after her. “No more brutality!”
Nigel backed him. “Ease up, Daisy,” he said. “Do as he says. See if you can tie these two up without kicking their heads in.”
Kit said, “We’ll put them in the same place as the girl.”
Daisy tied their hands with electrical cable; then she and Nigel herded them out at gunpoint. Elton stayed behind, watching the monitors, keeping an eye on Steve in reception. Kit followed the prisoners to BSL4 and opened the door. They put Don and Stu on the floor next to Susan and tied their feet. Don was bleeding from a nasty cut on his forehead. Susan seemed conscious but groggy.
“One left,” said Kit as they stepped outside.