Hyena Dawn (64 page)

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But - ’

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And finally, Jay, what of Bernard himself? In London you told me he was finished. Your very words. But he isn’t finished, is he? Far from it.’

Jay’s face was haggard. He said nothing.

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You see,’ said Max Golden, ‘I’m afraid I think very highly of Bernard’s abilities. I think, dear son of mine, that he’d run this company very well.’

Jay shuddered, and rose unsteadily to his feet. ‘I see I have to act,’ he said.

Max Golden walked to the window, looking across at the thunderclouds. ‘The day of reckoning, Jay,’ he said. ‘The day of reckoning.’

Everyone

They entered the front entrance of the Goldcorp Building and stopped at the front security desk for clearance.

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I’m afraid I only have clearance for one person from Sir George O’Keefe,’ said the security man.

Rayne said, ‘These two friends of mine would like to wait in reception, please - ’ indicating Sam and Lois - ‘the other three of us are going up.’

The security man looked at the little group in front of him. He knew the type - tough men, beautiful women, expensive cars, expensive tastes. They often came to the upper level offices in the evening - no doubt they’d be going out on the town with Mr Aschaar and young Mr Golden when they’d finished their business. Mr Aschaar hated being troubled unnecessarily; it might be more than his job was worth if he made a fuss.

He said half-heartedly, ‘I told you, I only have clearance for one.’

Rayne came back sharply. ‘Put me through to Mr Aschaar, then.’

The security man gave in. ‘All right, sir, the three of you can go up. Just remember to tell Mr Aschaar that you were registered as a group, if he should ask.’

They got into the private lift and Deon pushed the button for level 2.

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Isn’t Aschaar on the top floor?’ said Rayne.

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No, that’s reserved for old man Golden. Aschaar’s the next rung down. Still, he can’t complain, he has most of the second level to himself.’

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Is there any other way out of the building?’

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Just the fire escape.’

The lift stopped at the second level and they all walked out into the white-tiled reception area. Through the huge windows Rayne stared out at the storm that was just beginning to erupt. The lightning flashes were more frequent now, and the skyline was thrown into relief with every burst of silver light. Water droplets crowded on the giant sheet of glass, smeared across it by the strength of the wind. At forty-six floors they were higher up than any other office building in Johannesburg.

They walked into the reception area and waited for Aschaar to appear. At precisely eight o’clock he walked through the door. Deon he did not know, but he recognised Rayne and Sonja instantly. He stood his ground, legs apart, smiling.

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You. What are you doing here? I have a business appointment. Get out of this building, Mr Brand, or I’ll have to call the police.’

Aschaar’s use of the pseudonym immediately brought memories of Beira flooding back to Rayne. He remembered especially how Aschaar had looked on calmly while Vorotnikov ordered his arrest. He spoke harshly, making the strength of his determination clear.

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Your meeting is with me, Mr Aschaar. The name Brand was a cover while I was operating in Mozambique. I’m Captain Rayne Gallagher, and I’m representing Sir George O’Keefe. Let me introduce my two associates. Miss Seyton-Waugh, who I think you know, and Major-General Deon de Wet.’

Aschaar stared at them coldly. The reality of Aschaar, here, was as frightening as it had been in Beira. Rayne felt a growing sense of unease. The plan had seemed so simple when he outlined it in the comfortable confines of Sonja’s house. Now they were here, on Aschaar’s territory, and he did not feel that they were completely in control of the situation.

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Come through to my office,’ Bernard said quietly. He turned his back on them and headed down a passage, and they followed him into a spacious room, sumptuously furnished.

Aschaar sat down at his desk and looked at them. What were Sonja Seyton-Waugh and Deon de Wet doing with this Rayne Gallagher? And how the hell had Gallagher got out of the hands of the Russians? He did not believe for a moment that what they were going to discuss had anything to do with the O’Keefe deal. He’d been set up.

Sonja looked round her at the opulent decor. She hated it - she hated being here. They should not be meeting Aschaar on his own ground - it was a mistake to come. She looked anxiously across at Deon.

Bernard saw Sonja’s discomfiture and smiled. He was secure. He had them, so to speak, at his mercy.

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Mr Aschaar,’ Rayne said. ‘When you met me in Beira I was working for the CIA, putting an end to your carefully orchestrated invasion plans. But our relationship goes further back than that. I expect you’ve forgotten the time you had Sir George O’Keefe’s plane sabotaged in an attempt to kill his daughter. I happened to be on board too. And the engineer you bribed to do the job is prepared to testify to your complicity.’

Momentarily disconcerted, Bernard recovered his wits and smiled again. He couldn’t quite believe their stupidity. What were they expecting him to do? Hand himself over to the police?

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Mere supposition. I expect you bought the engineer as easily as I’m supposed to have done.’ Bernard gave a dismissive flourish of his hands.

Deon stepped forward, his hatred of Aschaar rising to the surface. ‘You are a traitor to this country. Rayne has the document you signed with Vorotnikov from the bank in Beira - is that bought testimony, Mr Aschaar? I’d call it treason, and I can tell you, so would any South African court of law.’

Rayne could see that Aschaar was suddenly trembling with rage. ‘Get out of my office,’ he said through clenched teeth.

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There’s more, and we’re not going anywhere.’ Deon said icily. ‘For example, Mr Aschaar. I investigated a robbery at your house. The safe in the main bedroom was still open and I found certain articles there.’

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And you took them away and are guilty of robbery, Major- General. I should think you were in enough trouble already without admitting to that.’ It was amazing how swiftly Bernard had regained control of his emotions.

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I should think you wouldn’t want the films and pictures I found in your safe used as evidence in court.’

Bernard raised his eyebrows. ‘Why? Am I in these pictures you planted in my safe?’

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No. But Sonja is, and she saw you taking them.’

Bernard looked at Sonja with contempt in his eyes. ‘Am I supposed to object if some woman insists on taking her clothes off in front of me?’

Sonja stared at him without fear. ‘Don’t try that on me, Bernard. You and Jay are the lowest class of humankind. You’re finished.’

Deon pressed on. ‘Miss Seyton-Waugh was your victim. Then you did the same thing to your secretary, Helen. We have Helen, Mr Aschaar. She’ll take a long time to recover from the drugs you pumped into her, but she’ll testify against you and Jay in court.’

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So it was you who wrote that blackmail note?’ Bernard said softly.

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Correct.’ Deon paused. ‘And there’s one more thing. You had my brother murdered.’

Bernard allowed a faint expression of reproach to cross his face. ‘Oh, you’re wrong there, de Wet, I do assure you.’

Deon’s control snapped. He whipped forward and hammered his fist into Aschaar’s face. As the blood slowly began to trickle down his top lip, Deon ground out, ‘And now I’m going to put you where you belong, Mr Aschaar. You’re under arrest.’

Bernard lay back in his chair as if overcome. Before they could react, he had pushed backwards against the desk with his feet and, still sitting, shot through the doors behind him.

As Sonja, Rayne and Deon charged after him, he was on his feet and opening a cupboard in the wall of the next office. He pulled out a pump shotgun, and before they could draw their own weapons, he had them covered. Then he moved forward and grabbed Sonja, forcing the barrel of the shotgun into her jaw.

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Put your guns down or the lady dies.’

As Rayne and Deon, very quiet now, threw their weapons onto the marble floor, there was a sudden noise behind them. Bernard turned Sonja round, forcing the metal barrel so hard into her jaw that tears ran from her eyes.

Jay walked into the room. He stared at them.

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What the hell’s going on!’

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Why don’t you act out your little part, Jay?’

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What do you mean?’

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The discussion your father had with you an hour ago. Do you think I don’t know everything that goes on in these offices? Now, over there with the rest of them.’

Running, Jay made for the door. The explosion from the shotgun was deafening. He lay on the floor, his left leg a mass of blood and bone.

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Jesus, Bernard!’

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One more move and I’ll blow your head off!’

Rayne felt the sweat trickling down his forehead. The speed of Bernard’s reactions, the ease with which he handled his weapon, were frightening. Deon had been right: this was a man to be reckoned with.

Bernard flashed another smile at his enemies.

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Now you have all had your say about me, I’d like to tell you a few home truths. What a pathetic show you’d make in the witness box, wouldn’t you? A cop with a predilection for pornographic pictures’ - his eyes went to Deon - ‘who’s divorced his wife and is having an affair with a nymphomaniac. And you, Rayne Gallagher, a soulless mercenary who is also a gun-runner.’

He tightened his grip on Sonja’s arm so that she screamed out in agony. Then he gestured for Rayne and Deon to kneel on the floor while he sat down on the edge of a desk, Sonja still clamped firmly in the crook of his left arm.

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I know more about you two than you know about yourselves. Who shall I start with? Yes, Deon de Wet. Your father was a successful attorney, wasn’t he, Major-General? He made a lot of money and your family lived in the lap of luxury. Then things went wrong, but you never knew why, did you, de Wet. Well, now I’ll tell you. Your father made the stupid mistake of having an affair with Mr Golden’s mistress - and Max Golden doesn’t like interference in his private concerns any more than I do, and so he broke your father as easily as a little boy snaps a twig. Remember being turned down for that law bursary at Witwatersrand, de Wet? That was what finally got to your father, wasn’t it? Did you know that of all the applicants you had the highest marks and the best academic record? But of course that hardly counted when Mr Golden was head of the board of governors and turned you down personally.’

Deon felt his spirit crushed. In the end he had come to believe their lies, believe his own father guilty of dishonesty and fraud.

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Your father knew the truth, de Wet. That’s why he shot himself. Not a strong man. - No, don’t be so stupid as to try anything or I’ll remove part of your lady friend’s face.’

Bernard pushed the shotgun into Sonja’s mouth so that a trickle of blood ran down her jaw. Ignoring Jay, who was clutching his leg in agony, he bent his gaze on Rayne.

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And you, Rayne Gallagher, the man who turned his back on a successful career as an advocate^ Why was that? Because you killed a man in a rugby match, wasn’t it? What a tragedy! Shall I tell you what really happened? As you perhaps know, the man you killed was Tom Rudd, second son of Tony Rudd, the mining magnate. Goldcorp has long-term plans for taking over the Rudd empire, Captain Gallagher. We turned the first son into a drug addict, but we didn’t want the second son to inherit either, so when it was discovered that Tom Rudd had a serious congenital weakness of the upper spine, we blackmailed the consultant into silence and he let the silly bugger carry on playing rugby. It was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened, and Tom Rudd broke his neck. Clever, don’t you think?’