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Ian Rankin - Witch Hunt

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She is an ingenious assassin, with as many methods as identities; a master of disguise with an instinct for escape. She is Witch, and she makes for alluring prey. Wanted by the worlds elite police agencies, she is doggedly pursued by three very different detectives one woman and two men. Two are at the beginning of their careers, one is staking a lifetimes experience on tracking Witch down, and all three display a professional determination that veers dangerously close to obsession.

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Ian Rankin

Witch Hunt

To my literary agent, Peter Robinson

The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

RUDYARD KIPLING, The Female of the Species

If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various; heroic and mean; splendid and sordid; infinitely beautiful and hideous in the extreme; as great as a man, some think even greater.

VIRGINIA WOOLF, A Room of Ones Own

A womans desire for revenge outlasts all other emotions.

CYRIL CONNOLLY

Arrival

Monday 1 June

It was a pleasure boat.

At least, thats how owner and skipper George Crane would have described it. It had been bought for pleasure back in the late 1980s when business was thriving, money both plentiful and cheap. Hed bought it to indulge himself. His wife had nagged about the waste of money, but then she suffered from chronic seasickness and wouldnt set foot on it. She wouldnt set foot on it, but there were plenty of women who would. Plenty of women for George Crane and his friends. There was Liza, for example, who liked to stand on deck clad only in her bikini bottom, waving at passing vessels. God, Liza, Siren of the South Coast. Where was she now? And all the others: Gail, Tracy, Debbie, Francesca... He smiled at the memories: of routes to France, Portugal, Spain; of trips taken around the treacherous British Isles. Trips taken with women aboard, or with women picked up en route. Wine and good food and perhaps a few lines of coke at the end of the evening. Good days, good memories. Memories of the pleasure boat Cassandra Christa.

But no pleasure tonight, the boat gliding across a calm British Channel. This was a business trip, the client below decks. Crane hadnt caught much more than a glimpse of her as shed clambered aboard with her rucksack. Brian had gone to help her, but she hadnt needed any. She was tall, he was certain of that. Dark maybe, as in dark-haired, not dark-skinned. European? He couldnt say. Brian hadnt been able to add much either.

Just asked if she could go below. Better down there than up here getting in the way.

She said that?

Brian shook his head. All she said was Im going below. Not even a question, more like an order.

Did she sound English?

Brian shrugged. He was a good and honest soul, unburdened by intellect. Still, he would keep his mouth shut about tonights work. And he came cheap, since he was already one of George Cranes employees, one of that dwindling band. The business had overextended itself, that was the problem. Too big a loan to push the business into new areas, areas drying up just as George Crane arrived. More loans to cover the earlier loan... It was bad luck. Still, the business would weather it.

Cassandra Christa, however, might not. Hed put word out that she was for sale, and an ad had been placed in a couple of newspapers: one quality Sunday, one daily. There had been just the one phone call so far but it was early days, besides which maybe he wouldnt have to sell after all. He glanced at his watch. Five minutes short of three in the morning. Crane stifled a yawn.

Want me to check the cargo? Brian asked. Crane smiled.

You stay where you are, you randy little sod. The cargo can look after itself.

Crane had been told had been ordered not to be interested, not to be nosy. No chitchat, no questions. It was just a delivery, that was all. He didnt know quite what hed expected. Some chisel-chinned IRA bastard or ex-pat felon. He certainly hadnt expected a young woman. Young? Well, she moved like a young woman. He had to admit he was intrigued, despite the warning. The worst part would be coming up soon: the landing on the coast. But she spoke English, so that shouldnt pose any problem even if they were stopped. A midnight cruise, take the boat out, breathe in the ozone, that sort of thing. A nod and a wink to Customs or whoever. They understood these things. The pleasure of making love on the deck of a boat, sky above, water all around. He shivered slightly. It had been a long time. The good days seemed an awful long time ago. But maybe theyd return. A few more runs like this wouldnt go amiss. Easy money. And to think hed worried about it for weeks. Shame, really, that he was selling the boat. But if he did a good job, a smooth job of work, they might employ his talents again. Another job or two would save the Cassandra Christa. Another couple of jobs like this one and hed be home and dry.

Shoreline, Skip.

I told you I dont like Skip. Skippers okay.

Sorry, Skipper.

Crane nodded. Brians attributes included sharp night vision. Yes, there it was now. The coastline. Hythe and Sandgate probably. Folkestone just a little to the east, their destination. Folkestone was the drop-off, the danger point. Then theyd turn the boat back towards Sandgate, where it had its mooring. More instructions: after depositing the cargo, head back out to sea before making for final mooring. Do not hug the coastline, as this would make them more likely to be spotted.

A silly order really, but hed been told at the start: you either follow the orders to the letter or you dont take the job.

Ill take the job, hed said. But the man had shaken his head.

Dont make up your mind so quickly, Mr. Grane. That was the way hed said it Grane. He had trouble with consonants. Danish? Something Scandinavian? Or Dutch maybe? Take your time. You need to be sure for yourself. Ill telephone you next week. Meantime, happy sailing.

Happy sailing? Well, plain sailing anyway. Crane didnt expect trouble. There was no Customs activity to speak of around here these days. Cutbacks. The British coastline was like a net full of holes through which you could push unseen anything you liked. Crane had been definite about that.

Not if its drugs. I wont have anything to do with drugs.

The foreigner had shaken his head slowly. Nothing like that. Its just a body.

A body?

A live body, Mr. Grane. Very much alive. Someone who wants to see England but finds themself stranded on the Continent without a passport.

Ah. Crane had nodded at that. He had his ideas: missing peers, runaways, crooks from the Costa Del Sol whod decided theyd pay anything for the pleasure of an afternoon in a British boozer. What about a name then?

Another shake of the head. No names, Mr. Grane.

So how will I know Ive got the right person?

An indulgent smile. How many people do you think will be in the middle of the English Channel at midnight, waiting to meet a boat?

Crane had laughed. Not many, I suppose. Any night in particular?

Ill let you know. I must warn you now, you wont get much notice, a few hours at most. So make sure you are home every evening. Make sure you remain available. And Mr. Grane...?

Yes?

Better think up a story to tell your wife.

His wife! Least of his problems, hed assured the man. But the man had seemed to know quite a lot about his problems, hadnt he? The way hed approached Crane that early morning outside the office, telling him he might have some work for him. But he hadnt wanted to discuss it in Cranes office. Theyd arranged to meet in a pub instead, that lunchtime.

With nothing to lose but suspecting some kind of trap, Crane had gone along. What he hadnt told the man was that one of his own men, Mike McKillip, was in the bar too. First sign of trouble, Mikes orders were to wade in. Mike liked a bit of a dustup, and Crane had slipped him a twenty as drinking money.

But thered been no dustup, no trap, just a muted conversation, mostly one-way. A business proposition... believe you own a boat... financial difficulties... would like to hire your services. That was the way hed put it: I would like to hire your services. Like George Crane was some tugboat skipper. But then the man had started to talk serious money. He offered 1,000 on acceptance of the contract hed called it that too, making it sound like gontrag 2,000 on delivery, and a further and final 2,000 twelve weeks after delivery.

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