The Sculptress Part 50

"One moment, please."

Several moments pa.s.sed before she came back to him.

"Mr. Hayes will talk to you now, Mr. Hawksley."

A bluff, friendly voice swelled down the wire.

"Good morning, Mr. Hawksley. How may I help you?"

"You can't, Mr. Hayes, but I can help you. You have a window of opportunity which will stay open for the length of time it takes me to reach your office. Roughly half an hour."

"I don't understand."

"I'm prepared to sell the Poacher, but at my price, and today.

That's the only offer you'll ever get."

There was a short silence.

"I'm not in the market for buying restaurants, Mr. Hawksley."

"But Mr. Crew is, so I suggest you consult with him before you allow the window to close."

There was another silence.

"I don't know any Mr. Crew." Hal ignored this.

"Tell him the Olive Martin case is about to blow wide open." He gave Roz a broad wink.

"She is already taking legal advice from another solicitor and is expected to lodge an appeal against the terms of her father's will within seven days on the grounds that she is innocent. Crew buys the Poacher today, at my price, or he doesn't buy it at all. You have half an hour, Mr. Hayes." He hung up.

Geof was waiting on the pavement when they arrived.

"You didn't mention you were bringing company," he said suspiciously, bending down to look through the open pa.s.senger window.

Hal introduced them.

"Sergeant Wyatt, Miss Rosalind Leigh."

"Jesus, Hal," he said in disgust.

"What on earth do you want to bring her for?"

"I fancy her."

Geof shook his head in exasperation.

"You're mad." Hal opened the door and got out.

"I trust you're referring to my motives in bringing her here. If I thought you were impugning my choice, I'd bop you on the nose." He looked across the roof at Roz who had got out on the other side and was locking her door.

"I think you should stay in the car."

"Why?"

"You might get your hair pulled."

"So might you."

"It's my battle."

"And mine, if I'm really thinking of making this relationship permanent. Anyway, you need me. I'm the one with the Tampax."

"They won't work."

Roz chuckled at the expression on Geof's face.

"They will.

Trust me."

Hal tipped a finger at Wyatt.

"Now you know why I brought 7 her."

"You're both b.l.o.o.d.y mad." Geof dropped his cigarette b.u.t.t on to the pavement and ground it out beneath his heel.

"So what do you want me for? By rights I should be arresting you." He eyed Roz curiously.

"I suppose he's told you everything."

"I shouldn't think so," she said cheerfully, walking round the back of the car.

"I only learnt half an hour ago that his ex wife's name was Sally and you married her. So, on that basis, there must be an awful lot more still to come."

"I was referring," he said sourly, *to the numerous prosecutions he's about to face when this little farce is over and I take him down the nick."

"Oh, them." She gave a dismissive wave.

"Bits of paper, that's all they are."

Geoff not altogether happy with his new marital arrangements, watched her amused exchange of glances with Hal and wondered why other people, infinitely less deserving than he, had all the luck.

He listened to Hal's instructions for him with a hand pressed to his queasy stomach.

Roz had expected something seedy and run-down like the Wells-Fargo office: instead they walked into a clean, brightly painted reception with an efficient-looking receptionist behind an efficient looking desk. Someone, she thought, had spent a great deal of money on STC Secwity. But who?

And where had it come from?

Hal favoured the receptionist with his most charming smile.

"Hal Hawksley. Mr. Hayes is expecting me."

"Oh, yes." She smiled in return.

"He said to show you straight in." She leaned forward and pointed down the corridor.

"Third door on the left.

Perhaps your friends would like to take a seat Out here?" She indicated some chairs in the corner.

"Thank you, miss," said Geon.

"Don't mind if I do." He hefted one as he pa.s.sed and took it with him down the corridor.

"No," she called, "I didn't mean take one away."

He beamed back at her as Hal and Roz disappeared through the third door without knocking and he stationed himself on the chair in the middle of the closed doorway.

"Very comfortable, I must say." He lit a cigarette and watched, with some amus.e.m.e.nt, as she picked up the phone and put through a fl.u.s.tered call.

On the other side of the door, Stewart Hayes replaced the receiver.

"I gather from Lisa that you have a minder, Mr. Hawksley. Would he be a policeman by any chance?"

"He would."

"Ah." He clasped his hands on his desk, apparently unconcerned.

"Sit down, please." He smiled at Roz and gestured towards a chair.

Fascinated by him, she took it. This was not the man who had tried to strangle her. He was younger, better looking, bluff and friendly like his voice. The brother, she thought, recalling the photographs on the sideboard. He had his father's smile, with all its sincerity, his father's old-world charm, and under different circ.u.mstances she would have found him easy to like.

Only his eyes, pale and carefully guarded, implied he had something to hide. Hal remained standing.

The smile embraced them both.

"OK, now perhaps you'd like to explain what you said over the telephone. I'll be honest with you' his tone suggested he was about to be the exact opposite "I don't understand why I've been given half an hour to buy a restaurant from someone I've never met, someone I've never heard of, and all because a self-confessed murderess wants to contest her father's will."

Hal glanced about the well-appointed office.

"Expensive," he said.

"You and your brother are doing well." He fastened speculative eyes on Hayes.

"Your father thinks you're on the bread line Hayes gave a slight frown but didn't say anything.

"So how much does Crew pay for the baseball-bat treatment?

It's risky so it won't come cheap."

The pale eyes showed faint amus.e.m.e.nt.

"You've lost me, I'm afraid."

"Your brother was very easy to identify, Hayes. Photographs of him litter your father's sideboard. But then Crew obviously never warned you about the loose cannon on board. Or perhaps you should have warned him. Does he know your father lived next door to Olive Martin?" He saw the other's incomprehension and nodded to Roz.

"This lady is writing a book about her. Crew was Olive's solicitor, I was her arresting officer, and your father was her neighbour. Miss Leigh has visited us all and she recognised your brother from his snapshot.

It is a much smaller world than you ever imagined."

There was a tiny shift in the pale eyes, a flicker of annoyance.

"Mistaken ident.i.ty. You'll never prove anything. It's your word against his and he was in Sheffield all last week."

Hal shrugged well-feigned indifference.

"The window is closing. I came with a genuine offer." He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward aggressively.

"I think it runs something like this. Crew has been using Robert Martin's money to buy up bankrupt businesses cheap while he waits for the market to recover, but time's running out on him. Amber's child is not as dead and buried as he thought, and Olive is about to become a cause when Miss Leigh proves her innocent. Either she or her nephew, whoever gets in first, will demand a reckoning of Robert Martin's executor, namely Crew. But the recession has dragged on rather longer than he thought it would and he's in danger of being caught with his hands in the till. He needs to shift some property to make up the shortfall in his books." He raised an eyebrow.

"What plans are there for the corner of Wenceslas Street, I wonder? A supermarket? Flats? Offices? He needs the Poacher to clinch the deal. I'm offering it to him.

Today."

Hayes wasn't so easily intimidated.

"The way I hear it, Hawksley, your restaurant is about to close anyway.

When it does, it will become a liability to you. At which point it will not be you who dictates terms, but whoever is willing to take it off your hands."

Hal grinned and backed off.

"I'd say that rather depends on who goes down the chute first. Crew faces total extinction if his misappropriation of the Martin money comes to light before my bank decides to foreclose on the Poacher.

Crew's taking a h.e.l.l of a risk if he's backing me to lose." He nodded to the telephone.

"He can save himself by clinching a deal on the Poacher today.

Talk to him."

Hayes pondered for a moment, then transferred his gaze to Roz.

"I presume you have a tape-recorder in your handbag, Miss Leigh. Would you oblige me by letting me have a look?"

Roz glanced up at Hal, and he nodded. She placed the bag with a bad grace on the desk in front of her.

"Thank you," said Hayes politely. He opened it and removed the tape-recorder, making a cursory examination of the remaining contents of the handbag before snapping the recorder open and removing the ca.s.sette. He pulled the tape from between the rollers and cut it into pieces with a pair of scissors, then he stood up.