go somewhere safe. Where? A place you both know . . .'
He thought for a few moments. 'We had our honeymoon in a little B and B up in Donegal.'
'Think proof of life – tell me something just you two know about the place. Did something happen – unusual, funny, romantic – something you talk about even today?'
A smile flashed across his damaged face. 'The hot water always ran out after one bath. We had to share.'
'Dial whatever number you'd normally use for her, then give me the phone. I need to talk to her first.'
TV Hill appeared in the distance, dead centre of the windscreen. Bleached-out buildings lined both sides of the boulevard. We came to a run of stalls and shops.
He handed the phone to me. It rang three or four times before I got a very sleepy 'Hello?'
'Siobhan? It's Nick.'
'Nick?'
'You saw me Tuesday. I just need you to know Dom is safe.'
'Oh, my God—'
'Listen. This call's being monitored. You're in danger. Do you understand?'
There was silence.
'Listen carefully, Siobhan. I want you to leave the house right away. Get dressed, but don't waste time packing or doing anything else. Just grab that grey mobile from the drawer in the living room and any cash you have in the house. Then go and draw as much money as you can from an ATM. After that, don't use the card any more or pay for anything on credit. Don't phone, don't make contact with anyone. You understand?'
'Yes.'
'Don't say the name, but I want you to go to the place you and Dom had to share a bath every day because the hot water always ran out. Do you understand?'
'Yes.'
'Go there, wait, and keep the grey mobile on. Dom will make contact later. It could be an hour, it could be a few days. Do you understand?'
'Yes, but how is he? Where is he?'
'He's with me, and he's alive. I'm going to pass you over. Don't talk about where you're going and don't call this number afterwards.'
I passed it behind me.
High walls, razor wire and floodlights protected the buildings either side of us. Outside almost every one of them was a plywood guardhouse. The guards weren't interested in us. They just sat in the shade and stroked their beards.
Dom sobbed bits of his story to her. There were long silences as he tried to pull himself together.
'Dom, end the call. They could be triangulating. Our drama's not over yet.'
Reluctantly, he said goodbye and closed down. He went to hand the mobile back.
I shook my head. 'Chuck the fucking thing out!'
I thrust my hand into the fleece and passed him the other. 'This too!'
The window powered down and I watched them bounce along the road in the wing mirror.
I took the first available left. If they'd been quick off the mark and were tracking the phones, they'd assume we were still heading south, maybe to the Serena.
Where I really wanted to go was west, to Khushal Mena.
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We drove down narrow residential streets with crumbling pavements, cars, donkeys and carts parked on each side. Dom bounced each time we hit a pothole.
'Where are we going, Nick?'
'Basma's.'
'We can't put Baz in danger . . .'
'Least of our problems. Predator could be up there now, breathing down our necks. We have to get off the streets. And listen, mate. Bad news.' I turned my head to get eye-to-eye. 'The guy who's tracking us? He has Finbar.' I looked back at the road. 'You've got to tell me everything. About this film, about Pete. Tell me what the fuck's going on.'
He gripped my shoulder. 'You think he'll try to get Siobhan as well?'
'Now he's lost us he'll cover his bases, believe me.'
He slumped across the rear seats. I took a couple more turns until TV Hill was to our left and I knew where we were. The market popped up on our right and we drove past the twisted and burnt-out hulk of the suicide-bomber's wagon.
I pushed past anything in the way, hitting the horn to fuck them off, just like this wagon would have done on a normal day.
It wasn't long before I saw the peak of a wood-stack and the reinforcement rods sticking out of the unfinished buildings either side. There were no vehicles parked on the hard mud in front of the corrugated-iron shacks. Magreb would be on the missing list for another three days, until his brother got back.
A handpainted sign at the roadside announced the polytechnic.