“I would suggest both of us,” said Sam. “Jessica has made a plasticine model of you and has been sticking pins into it for the past twenty-four hours.”
“No more than I deserve. Should I speak to her, or will she hang up on me?”
“Don’t worry. I have a feeling she’ll run out of pins.”
* * *
“Describe the person who was sitting next to you on the plane,” said Hammond.
“Forty, possibly forty-five, elegant, married—”
“How do you know she was married?”
“She was wearing a wedding ring and an engagement ring.”
“What does that prove?”
“That’s she’s not available. You, for example, are recently divorced.”
“What makes you say that?”
“There’s a thin white line on the third finger of your left hand, which you occasionally try to twist around, as if a ring were still there.”
“What was she wearing?”
“A tailored suit, no other jewelry except an expensive pair of diamond earrings and a Cartier Tank watch.”
“Did you talk to her?”
“No, her body language made it clear she didn’t want to be disturbed.”
“Did you speak to any of the other passengers on the flight?”
“No, I’d had a pointless and exhausting journey to Lagos and I just wanted to sleep.”
“I’ll need the flight number and the date and time of the booking because it’s just possible she’s a regular on that route.”
Arnold made a note.
“It couldn’t have been her,” said Hakim with conviction.
“Do you remember anything else about her?”
“She was reading Watership Down and she wore glasses.”
“Her nationality?”
“Scandinavian. Swedish would be my guess.”
“What makes you say that?”
“No other race on earth has such naturally fair hair.”
“Now I want you to think carefully before you answer my next question, Mr. Bishara.” Hakim nodded. “Can you think of anyone who would benefit from your being in jail?”
“Not that I’m aware of. A lot of people are envious of my success, but I don’t regard them as enemies.”
“Is there anybody who would be happy to see the proposed Farthings Kaufman merger fail?”