a look?"
"Aye, I could look!" He spoke as if it were an idea of startling originality. "Hold the line, I'll just be a minute." There was a knock as he put the phone down.
Toni waited. Footsteps receded and returned.
"No, I don't think there's a van out there."
"Okay."
"The cars are all covered in snow, mind you, so you can't see them properly. I'm not even sure which is mine!"
"Yes, thank you."
"But a van, you see, would be higher than the rest, wouldn't it? So it would stand out. No, there's no van there."
"You've been very helpful. I appreciate it."
"What did they steal?"
Toni pretended not to hear the question, and hung up. Steve was talking and clearly had not yet struck gold. She dialed the Dew Drop Inn.
The phone was answered by a cheerful young man. "Vincent speaking, how may I help you?"
Toni thought he sounded like the kind of hotel employee who seems eager to please until you actually ask for something. She went through her routine again.
"There are lots of vehicles in our car park-we're open over Christmas," Vincent told her. "I'm looking at the closed-circuit television monitor, but I don't see a van. Unfortunately, the camera doesn't cover the entire car park."
"Would you mind going to the window and having a good look? It's really important."
"I'm quite busy, actually."
At this time of night? Toni did not voice the thought. She adopted a sweetly considerate tone and said, "It will save the police making a trip to interview you, you see."
That worked. He did not want his quiet night shift disrupted by squad cars and detectives. "Just hold on." He went away and came back.
"Yes, it's here," he said.
"Really?" Toni was incredulous. It seemed a long time since she had enjoyed a piece of luck.
"Ford Transit van, blue, with 'Hibernian Telecom' in large white letters on the side. It can't have been there long, because it's not under as much snow as the rest of the cars-that's how come I can see the lettering."
"That's tremendously helpful, thank you. I don't suppose you noticed whether another car is missing-possibly the car they left in?"
"No, sorry."
"Okay-thanks again!" She hung up and looked across at Steve. "I've found the getaway vehicle!"
He nodded toward the window. "And the snowplow's here."
4:30 AM
DAISY drained her cup of tea and filled it up again with whisky.
Kit felt unbearably tense. Nigel and Elton might be able to keep up the pretense of being innocent travelers accidentally stranded, but Daisy was hopeless. She looked like a gangster and acted like a hooligan.
When she put the bottle down on the kitchen table, Stanley picked it up. "Don't get drunk, there's a good girl," he said mildly. He stoppered the bottle.
Daisy was not used to people telling her what to do. Mostly they were too frightened. She looked at Stanley as if she was ready to kill him. He was elegantly vulnerable in his gray pajamas and black robe. Kit waited for the explosion.
"A little whisky makes you feel better, but a lot makes you feel worse," Stanley said. He put the bottle in a cupboard. "My father used to say that, and he was fond of whisky."
Daisy was suppressing her rage. The effort was visible to Kit. He feared what might happen if she should lose it. Then the tension was broken by his sister Miranda, who came in wearing a pink nightgown with a flower pattern.
Stanley said, "Hello, my dear, you're up early."
"I couldn't sleep. I've been on the sleepchair in Kit's old study. Don't ask why." She looked at the strangers. "It's early for Christmas visitors."
"This is my daughter Miranda," Stanley said. "Mandy, meet Nigel, Elton, and Daisy."
A few minutes ago, Kit had introduced them to his father and, before he realized his mistake, he had given their real names.
Miranda nodded to them. "Did Santa bring you?" she said brightly.
Kit explained. "Their car died on the main road near our turnoff. I picked them up, then my car gave out, too, and we walked the rest of the way here." Would she believe it? And would she ask about the burgundy leather briefcase that stood on the kitchen table like a bomb?
She questioned a different aspect of the story. "I didn't know you'd left the house-where on earth did you go, in the middle of the night, in this weather?"
"Oh, you know." Kit had thought about how he would respond to this question, and now he put on a sheepish grin. "Couldn't sleep, felt lonely, went to look