Chapters (76)
- COVER PAGE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- AMIN
- PARIS
- … TWO YEARS LATER
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- EPILOGUE
When they returned to the living room the second minder left to stand in the hallway, and the bodyguard who had searched de Payns stood post at the door. De Payns turned to Timberwolf and greeted him with his best smile. But the scientist offered only a reluctant handshake and a glowering face. ‘So,’ he said, dark-eyed and humourless, ‘you are the Frenchman.’
CHAPTER FIFTY
CHAPTER
FIFTY
Dr Death took a seat at the table. ‘You are a friend of Anoush, visiting Islamabad?’
‘Yes,’ said de Payns. ‘I’m interested in the old trade routes and ancient cities between the Middle East and the subcontinent, so since I’ve come all this way for forty-eight hours of work, I thought I’d take the opportunity to visit the ruins at Taxila.’
‘That’s interesting. And you and Anoush work together, yes?’
De Payns shrugged. ‘More or less. I’m a consultant and Anoush is a translator for one of my clients. That’s how we met.’
Seeing that the discussion had started and was about her, Anoush went back to the kitchen. Alec played his role of innocent guest.
‘And you, Doctor—are you married? Do you have children?’
The scientist made a surprised face. ‘I’m afraid not. Given how I intend to influence the world, I prefer not to have children.’
De Payns could have killed him where he sat, but he had to laugh at the atrocious sentiment, to create empathy. It occurred to him that Dr Death was playing with him, and as soon as Anoush was out of earshot, the scientist leaned forward and said in his slow, sibilant voice, ‘You know that Anoush’s husband is one of my best friends? We did part of our studies together and it was I who introduced them.’
De Payns was careful in his reply. ‘No, I did not know that. Unfortunately I have never had the chance to meet him.’
Timberwolf held a long silence, staring into de Payns’ eyes, before resuming. ‘I do not understand who you are. I do not understand what you are doing here. I do not understand your relationship with my sister,’ he said. ‘I find it very dishonourable for her and our family, and I feel that something is wrong.’
Alec could feel the rope tightening around his neck. Timberwolf was being deliberately ambiguous, fishing for a reaction rather than accusing. The lack of urgency in the Doctor’s tone was actually more dangerous to de Payns’ ears than an outright denouncement. The man was skilled—he thought he was playing with this Frenchman and de Payns knew he had to get out of there, and quickly. Quickly, but without being arrested. He had to disrupt Timberwolf’s rhythm and the best defence might be attack.