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 engine," Nigel said. "Brush the snow off the windshield."
"Right."
As Kit turned away, his eye was caught by the perfume spray, in its double bag, lying on the kitchen table. On impulse, he picked it up and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.
Then he went out.
* * *
TONI peeped around the corner of the house and saw Kit emerge from the back door. He went in the opposite direction, to the front of the building. She followed him and saw him unlock the green Mercedes station wagon.
This was her chance.
She took Elton's pistol from the waist of her jeans and moved the safety catch to the unlocked position. There was a full magazine in the grip-she had checked. She held the gun pointing skyward, in accordance with her training.
She breathed slowly and calmly. She knew how to do this kind of thing. Her heart was pounding like a bass drum, but her hands were steady. She ran into the house.
The back door gave onto a small lobby. A second door led to the kitchen proper. She threw it open and ran in. Nigel was at the window, looking out. "Freeze!" she screamed.
He spun around.
She leveled the gun at him. "Hands in the air!"
He hesitated.
His pistol was in the pocket of his trousers-she could see the lumpy bulge it made, the right size and shape for an automatic just like the one she was holding. "Don't even think about reaching for your gun," she said.
Slowly, he raised his hands.
"On the floor! Face down! Now!"
He went down on his knees, hands still held high. Then he lay down, his arms spread.
Toni had to get his gun. She stood over him, transferred her pistol to her left hand, and thrust its nose into the back of his neck. "The safety catch is off, and I'm feeling jumpy," she said. She went down on one knee and reached into his trousers pocket.
He moved very fast.
He rolled over, swinging his right arm at her. For a split second she hesitated to pull the trigger, then it was too late. He knocked her off balance and she fell sideways. To break her fall, she put her left hand flat on the floor-dropping her gun.
He kicked out at her wildly, his shoe connecting with her hip. She regained her balance and scrambled to her feet, coming upright before he did. As he got to his knees, she kicked him in the face. He fell back, his hand flying to his cheek, but he recovered fast. He looked at her with an expression of fury and hatred, as if outraged that she should fight back.
She snatched up the gun and pointed it at him, and he froze.
"Let's try again," she said. "This time, you take the gun out. Slowly."
He reached into his pocket.
Toni stretched her arm out in front of her. "And please-give me an excuse to blow your head off."
He took the gun out.
"Drop it on the floor."
He smiled. "Have you ever actually shot a man?"
"Drop it-now."
"I don't think you have."
He had guessed right. She had been trained to use firearms, and she had carried a gun on operations, but she had never shot at anything other than a target. The idea of actually making a hole in another human being revolted her.
"You're not going to shoot me," he said.
"You're a second away from finding out."
Her mother walked in, carrying the puppy. She said, "This poor dog hasn't had any breakfast."
Nigel raised his gun.
Toni shot him in the right shoulder.
She was only six feet away, and she was a good shot, so it was not difficult to wound him in exactly the right place. She pulled the trigger twice, as she had been taught. The double bang was deafening in the kitchen. Two round holes appeared in the pink sweater, side by side where the arm met