‘So what’s she up to?’ asked William.
‘At the risk of stating the obvious,’ said Jackie, ‘it’s my bet she needs a private detective because she’s planning to divorce her husband, and getting her hands on a large settlement won’t be enough. She’s looking for revenge, and what better way than telling us where the Rembrandt is?’
‘That’s a risky game she’s playing,’ said Hawksby, ‘considering who she’s up against.’
‘She’s had seven years to think about it,’ said William.
‘It still may not be enough,’ said Lamont.
‘Got anyone in mind for the job, Bruce?’ said Hawksby.
‘Mike Harrison would be my first choice. Capable, reliable, and trustworthy. And if she gives him the job, we’d have someone on the inside.’
‘Set up a meeting,’ said Hawksby, ‘and if he’s agreeable, William can introduce him to Mrs Faulkner.’
‘I’ll get on it right away, sir,’ said Lamont.
‘And well done, William, although it won’t be easy to get the Rembrandt out of Monte Carlo while Faulkner’s in residence. But if his wife is on our side, it might just be possible for us to take him by surprise for a change. Now to more immediate problems. Jackie, are you all set for Operation Blue Period?’
‘It’s green lit for tomorrow night, sir. We’ll have the property so well surrounded even a mole wouldn’t be able to burrow its way out without us knowing about it.’
‘Are you sure you’ve got all the necessary back-up, Bruce?’
‘The Surrey Constabulary couldn’t have been more cooperative, sir. They’re supplying us with around twenty officers, who’ll be stationed in two buses at the entry and exit points. We’ll be sitting waiting for the villains the moment they come out of the house.’
‘And the owners?’
‘They’re away on holiday in the Seychelles, as Faulkner must know, so safely out of harm’s way.’
‘Once the thieves are in custody, be sure to call me, whatever time it is.’
‘It’s likely to be around two or three in the morning, sir,’ said Jackie.
‘Whatever time it is,’ repeated Hawksby.
Lamont, Jackie and William stood up, aware that the meeting was over.
‘Warwick,’ said Hawksby, as they turned to leave, ‘could you stay behind for a moment? I’d like a private word.’
William was amused by the word ‘could’, although he assumed he was about to receive a bollocking for his lack of preparation in the Amhurst case.
‘William,’ said Hawksby once Lamont and Jackie had left, ‘I make a point of never involving myself in the private lives of my officers unless it’s likely to affect an ongoing inquiry.’
William sat tensely on the edge of his seat.
‘However, it has come to my attention that you have developed a friendship with a young woman who works at the Fitzmolean Museum, and is therefore an interested party in the missing Rembrandt case.’
‘It’s more than a friendship, sir,’ admitted William. ‘I’m all but living with her.’
‘All the more reason to be cautious. And what I’m about to say is an order, not a request. Do I make myself clear?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘You will not, under any circumstances, reveal to anyone outside of this office that we might know where the missing Rembrandt is. In fact, it would be wise not to tell Miss Rainsford anything further concerning our investigation, and I mean anything.’
‘I understand, sir.’
‘I don’t have to remind you that as a police officer, you have signed the Official Secrets Act, and if you were responsible for undermining this, or any other operation you were involved in, you could find yourself in front of a disciplinary board, which would undoubtedly set your career back, if not derail it. Do you have any questions?’