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It was 7.00 p.m. A hard rain drummed against the
window of Skinner’s office.
‘Either Mortimer hid the files himself, or whoever
broke into the flat thought that he had wiped them out. Whichever
it was, this is the link. That’s what the twenty grand was
for.’
‘It answers that question,’ said Skinner, ‘but it
throws up others. Just for a start, why them?’
‘Probably because Fuzzy knew that Rachel was loyal
to the cause. Mortimer gets involved because he was loyal to
Rachel.’
‘Some machine, this Fuzzy. He comes back into the
lives of Rachel and the Harveys after all these years, and he uses
them. Now they’re dead, and it looks as if he may have killed them
all.’
Martin broke in. ‘But why kill anyone over this.
It’s a good piece of work, but other people could do this research
and reach the same conclusion. It’s been written for use, not to be
kept secret, so why kill the authors?’
‘I don’t know. I’m not convinced that friend Fuzzy
did that anyway. But they are dead, and they sure were killed.
Maybe the Israelis found out and decided to clean out the whole
house. Maybe Fuzzy’s on the run from them.
‘No, my guess is that this is only part of
something very big indeed. When we find Fuzzy we might find out
what it is.’