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.I lowered the barrels.“But why?” I asked.“I’m so sorry,” she said in answer.“Was it you who unlocked the gates?” I asked her.She seemed surprised that I knew, but she nodded.“Jackson was in Gibraltar.”It had been a VW Golf that I had seen that night.Perhaps I had been subconsciously convincing myself ever since that it hadn’t been Isabella’s car, but it had.“Why didn’t you come and help me?”All the misery of those three days in the stable floated into my mind.She looked down at her feet.“Because I didn’t know that you were there, not last week.I only found out tonight when I heard Peter talking about it, and how he couldn’t believe you’d managed to escape.” She gulped.“Jackson just phoned home on Thursday and asked me to unlock the gates.”I wanted to believe her, but then why was she driving the car here tonight? She couldn’t claim now that she didn’t know what was going on, not with Warren and Garraway running around with guns.“Why are you here?” I asked.“Why are you doing this?”She looked back up at my face and then towards Jackson.“Because I love him,” she said.It was almost an apology.I too looked at Jackson, who was still inching carefully away from me towards the corner of the house, oblivious to the fact that I was standing behind him next to the car.I suddenly wanted nothing more than to shoot him, to kill him in revenge for what his greed had done to us all.And he was not a prisoner but an armed enemy combatant.There were no Value and Standards concerns here.I lifted the gun and aimed.“No,” Isabella screamed, grabbing the barrels.Jackson turned towards the noise, but he would have been unable to see anything, as he would be looking straight into the headlights.But he started to move back towards the car.I threw Isabella to the ground and again raised the shotgun towards Jackson, but I hadn’t bargained on Isabella’s panic-driven determination.She grabbed my knees like a rugby player and pushed against the car, forcing me backwards over onto the gravel.One of the huge disadvantages of having an artificial leg is that it seriously hampers recovery from a horizontal position, as it’s impossible to bend the knee sufficiently.I rolled over on the gravel to be facedown and drew my good leg under me, but Isabella had been quicker.She was already on her feet, and she wrenched the shotgun from my hand, stamping on my wrist for good measure.How embarrassing, I thought, to be disarmed by a woman.Perhaps the major from the ministry had been right all along.But Isabella didn’t turn the gun on me, she simply ran away with it while I struggled to my feet, using the car door handle to pull me up.A shot rang out.It was very close.I turned quickly to see Jackson running towards a figure lying very still on the ground in the light from the headlights, a figure whose hat had come off, revealing long blond hair, hair that was already soaking up an ever-increasing pool of bright red blood.In another incident of what the military euphemistically call “friendly fire,” Jackson Warren had killed Isabella.He sank down onto his knees beside her, dropping his gun onto the gravel alongside the one that Isabella had been carrying.I walked the few yards from the car and picked up both weapons.I unloaded their second barrels, placing the unfired cartridges in my pocket.There had been enough shooting for one night.In fact, there had been far too much.Jackson turned his head slightly to see me.“I thought it was you,” he said.He made it sound like an excuse, as if shooting me would have been acceptable.He turned back and cradled his wife’s lifeless head on his lap.“I’d told her to stay in the car.I saw someone running with a gun.” He looked up at me again, now with tears in his eyes.“I just assumed it was you.”He should have checked.EPILOGUEThree weeks later, Pharmacist, this time with no green potato peel-induced tummy ache, romped up the finishing hill to win the Cheltenham Gold Cup by a neck.It was the second Kauri House Stables success of the afternoon, after Oregon had justified his favoritism to win the Triumph Hurdle.My mother positively glowed.In the post-Gold Cup press conference, she stunned the massed ranks of reporters, as well as the wider public watching on television, by announcing her retirement from the sport with immediate effect.“I’m going out on a huge high,” she told them, beaming from ear to ear.“I’m handing over the reins to the next generation.”I stood at the back of the room, watching her answer all the journalists’ questions with ease, making them laugh with her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]