Sunday serialisation – A Bump in the Knight, 4.2

In Knight & Deigh, confirmed bachelor and businessman Hannice Knight suffered a back injury that left him without the use of his legs. Sophie Deigh, physiotherapist and recent widow, devoted herself to supporting him.

On his father’s death, Hannice inherited a global business and great wealth. Then, together with Sophie, he embarked on a series of activities designed to give him some of the excitement and the freedoms that he felt he had missed out on, by being tied to his father’s business for two decades.

As Hannice’s body recovered, he became ever closer to Sophie, and found himself drifting into a relationship with her that neither had anticipated or intended, and for which neither was fully prepared.

This book follows Hannice’s new adventures as he tries to juggle business, hedonism, marriage and ultimately parenthood.

But all doesn’t go quite as he had planned…

Beginning on 14 January 2018, I am publishing Knight & Deigh here as a serial; one part each Sunday.

A Bump in the Knight. Chapter four, part two

While Max was waiting for Kanene, the massive chime on the front door was pulled; its sound reverberated throughout the house. There is no way anyone could not be aware that someone was at the door.

“I’ll go,” Max shouted to anyone who was listening. She needn’t have bothered. Before she could get to the door, Lindy had opened it, let Henk in, and disappeared off with Tanja. They had gone into the library and were deep in conversation. Lindy explained that their secret wasn’t, and there was no point in them trying to hide their relationship. Emerging from my private study, I passed this information to Sophie, Max and Henk, who were, by this time, together in the main lounge.

“How do you know where they are and what they’re saying?” Henk asked.

“Do you remember when my father had security in and bound them to secrecy about what they had set up for him?”

“Well, yes… but I always assumed that was so his security systems would be secret, and as we all know, a secret security system is a secure security system.”

“Exactly, Henk; exactly. Come with me – all of you.”

I went back to my private study. Sophie, Max, Danny, Shasha and Henk followed closely behind.

“What are we looking at,” Henk asked.

“Press the green button on the remote control on my desk,” I said.

Henk pressed the button and handed the control to me. A floor-to-ceiling panel covering half the width of the wall slid aside, revealing a large monitor with a cluster of smaller monitors around it. All showed well-illuminated images inside a different room or corridor in the house. The large screen showed the library, where Lindy and Tanja were still deep in conversation. I brought the sound up.

“…have they known?” Tanja was asking.

“Don’t know, but the way the Boss was talking, I’d say the women tipped him off right at the beginning.”

“But don’t they all think you’re gay?”

“Of course, because that’s what I want them to believe. It’s great cover, but hard to keep up sometimes.”

“Same trouble here. I have this whole persona going on, which is so not me, but it’s what the Masters said I should project.” When Tanja said ‘the Masters’, they both placed their left hand, palm upward, on top of their head, and bowed. I flipped the sound off.

“What the hell was that all about?”Henk asked.

“It’s one of two things,” Danny Cho suggested, “either they knew we were watching them and put on a show for us – some of my people do that occasionally, just to confuse me – or…”

“Or what?” Max asked.

“Doesn’t bear thinking about,” Danny said.

“But we have to think about it.”

I plonked myself into my chair and buried my head in my hands. After some seconds, I looked up, my face fixed to display no emotion. “Here’s what we do, folks. We do nothing. If they were putting on a show to teach us some kind of lesson for snooping on them, they’ll never know whether we were actually on to them. If, on the other hand, there is something sinister going on, it is to our advantage for them not to have any idea that we know about it.”

“Surely, we can’t just ignore it,” Henk said.

“I think we have to,” I replied. “That doesn’t mean to say we won’t keep a closer eye on them, though. Max; I suggest you engage an extra pair of hands for Lindy, ostensibly to help him prepare to act for Kanene. I’ll make a call to some people I know in Dar. They’ll supply someone who will be a real help to Lindy, at the same time as being an asset to you, if you see what I mean.”

“Counter-espionage?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“What about me?” Henk asked.

“You have better contacts than I do in your neck of the woods. Think about what surveillance you might need, let me know, and I’ll approve the spend.”

“Just a thought,” Sophie said, “if they do know the cameras are there, wouldn’t they have spotted when you flipped the sound off?”

“No,” I replied, “Volume control is a monitor function that has no effect on the camera. There is a red light on each camera, which is generally blinking, but goes steady when the main screen is showing that camera. It was steady before they entered the library; I knew they were going in there so selected it a second or so in advance.”

The screen showed that Lindy and Tanja were leaving the library.

“Back to the lounge, everyone; quick as you like,” I said, hurrying them on.

The two youngsters entered the lounge through the main entrance seconds after Sophie, Max, Danny, Shasha, Henk and I filed in from the study end.

“Ah, good,” I announced, “we’re all here. Let’s make our way to the conference room, shall we?”

“Did you find Kanene, Lindy?” Max asked.

“I’ll get her now, Max,” Lindy replied.

“While you’re there, can you ask Mrs Cooper to organise refreshments in the conference room, please?”

“Yes, Boss.”

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