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He didn’t say anything as he tucked it back. He didn’t have to. His smirking expression said it all. First he made slighting remarks about her everyday underwear just because it was practical, and now he made her feel as if possession of a few feminine fripperies were a criminal offence! Oh, why had she made that smart remark about sleazy fantasies? She might hav
e known the wretched man wouldn’t overlook anything. Didn’t the fact that he dotted every ‘i’ and crossed every ‘t’ in his letters tell her anything?
‘At the moment everything about you is my business,’ he continued as if the silent interchange hadn’t occurred. He opened her wardrobe and hauled out a soft suitcase he found on the top shelf, and began tossing in random pieces of clothing from hangers and drawers. ‘By the time I’ve finished with you I’m going to know you better than you know yourself.’
‘What are you doing? Stop that!’ For a big man he was very quick on his feet, keeping his broad back to her and side-stepping each time she tried to move around him. He even raked a collection of cosmetics off her dressing-table into the gaping bag. ‘Adam, I’m warning you—’ She squeaked as he grabbed a blind handful from the top right-hand drawer and stuffed it into the bag. ‘If you don’t stop right now I’ll—I’ll—’
He zipped up the suitcase and turned so swiftly that she staggered back. ‘You’ll what?’
She frowned as she tried to think of a threat big enough to scare him. ‘I’ll call my lawyer.’
Some threat. Perhaps he guessed that she didn’t have a lawyer.
‘Fine. Call him from my phone,’ he said coolly, taking her elbow in a light but numbing grip that had all her nerve-ends screaming to obey him. ‘It’s tapped but then no doubt, in view of your claim of complete innocence, you won’t mind the police listening in.’
His phone? At last Honor forced herself to concede that he was not just trying to frighten her. He was succeeding!
‘I’m not going anywhere with you.’ Her feet contradicted her feeble protest as she trotted helplessly alongside him, steered by that implacably gentle, fingertip control.
She remembered now that he had mentioned in one of his letters that he had studied some obscure oriental form of self-defence in his teens and twenties. He probably knew pressure holds that would turn a six-foot body-builder into an obedient wimp, let alone a five-foot-three female of doubtful fitness. And she had fondly imagined he had engaged in the sport to compensate for an inferior physique, to bolster his self-confidence as a man. This man had self-confidence oozing out of every pore!
Back in the living-room he put down the suitcase, but not her arm, as he slotted the bolt on the French doors into place and turned to check the windows. ‘Where are your keys?’
‘On the hall table,’ Honor blurted out automatically before finding the energy to struggle briefly as he swept her towards the door. ‘You can’t be serious about this—’
‘I’m always serious.’ That was a lie; many of his letters had been deliciously light-hearted.
‘But—this is ridiculous.’
‘I’m not leaving you here. Not until I’m sure where you fit in—’
‘I don’t fit in anywhere!’ Honor wailed, as he scooped up her house-keys and hustled her out of her front door on to the uneven paved pathway.
‘Until I know that for certain I’m not taking any chances. I can’t afford to. There’s too much at stake. Not just my personal safety or that of my family, but of other people, too. Maybe you really do have no connection with the extortion; maybe you are just a rotten coincidence,’ he said, pocketing the keys after locking the door. ‘But whether it was planned or not you’re another source of pressure when I least need it, another distraction when I need to focus all my concentration and devote all my resources to my primary problem. At least if I know where you are I won’t have to worry about what you’re up to.
‘And besides,’ he said, as he opened the door of the sleek Mercedes parked outside her dainty white picket fence and pushed her into the back seat, along with her suitcase, ‘if you are as innocent as you claim, has it occurred to you that by admitting an association with me you might have admitted yourself to a share of my danger? You could be a target for the fanatics, too, if they get the idea that they can hurt me by hurting you. If so you’ll be safer where there’s plenty of security.’
‘Oh, so now this abduction is for my sake?’ Honor said sullenly, to hide the shiver of fear that his words invoked.
She didn’t doubt that Adam believed what he was saying. The frustration and bitterness in his voice expressed the rage of unaccustomed helplessness. She could see that he hated being a victim. By seizing control of her, he was regaining for himself a small measure of his power to control events around him.
He looked down at her grimly.
‘You doubt me?’ He unhooked a slim black folding cell-phone from his black belt and flipped it open, punching in some numbers.
He rose to his full height, carrying on a muttered conversation she couldn’t hear properly before bending down and thrusting the phone towards her. ‘Take it.’
She did, gingerly. ‘Hello?’
‘Detective Inspector Malcolm Marshall here, miss...’
Honor listened in silence as her former interrogator confirmed Adam’s view, albeit in a considerably watered-down version!
‘The threats that Mr Blake has received have been so general in nature that I can’t say categorically that you’re not in any danger whatsoever. However, neither can I say there is any positive indication you are. Therefore any sensible precaution you took to lower your profile for a little while wouldn’t go amiss. I know Mr Blake would feel personally responsible if anything untoward did happen and in the circumstances I think his suggestion that you share his security arrangements is a sound and rather generous gesture....’
‘Nice to have influence in high places!’ Honor muttered as she handed the phone back, sensing from the amiable casualness with which Adam delivered his thanks and ended the call that all that official waffling had been something of a snow-job.
He shut the door with a very definitive clunk and slid into the seat in front of her, not even bothering to deny it. ‘Yes, it is; that’s why I use it.’
