Harry got as
far as his car in the carpark before he could feel an itch on the back of his
This would be
the moment to pull out a cigarette and take a moment to reflect on that
conversation with Robert, but he didn't smoke.
could feign that there was something wrong with the car. He unlocked the car, got in tried to start
the car, and then got back out again after popping the hood.
The car park
had CCTV cameras that covered the whole area, and someone would be monitoring
the feed. That was not the eyes on him
that were bothering him.
at the engine, he also did a slow scan of the parked cars, until he reached a
black SUV, like those used by the FBI, sitting in the last row, reversed in so
whoever was sitting in it could see the whole carpark, and coincidentally in
direct line to his car, and him.
He could not
distinguish who it was behind the tinted screen, but it was recognisable by the
burning tobacco of a cigarette, followed by a gush of smoke out the side
PI? It couldn't be the FBI, or could
it? He had no idea what trounce his
father was in, or whether the surveillance was on his father or someone
else. After all, there was any number
of other scoundrels who were members, and more eligible for a federal
back inside the car, he hid the items he'd found under the carpet under his
seat, then got back out and headed for the front door.
to know there was a strange car in his car park.
surprised to see him.
"No. You've got a visitor outside surveillance the
"Itchy neck. Black SUV, in the back row."
He went to the
door marked "Private, authorised personnel only", unlocked the door
and went in. Harry hovered in the
There was an
array of about a dozen screens on the wall, the bottom, the last screen that of one
view of the carpark, and to one side, the vehicle in question.
to that screen then focussed on the car and zoomed in until a face appeared
behind the windscreen, the cigarette, and the fact he was wearing a suit
a Fed?" It was a name I'd heard my
father use for an FBI agent, who had come to the club expecting cooperation.
a PI, but more likely an FBI agent."
He got up from
the chair. "Let's go see what he's
I followed him
out to the car park and could barely keep up as he strode towards the
vehicle. When he was within fifty yards,
the engine started, and the vehicle drove off.
and glared at the departing car.
"Not FBI, they would have stayed and given me a lecture, so one of
your lot, Harry. Pretending he's
something he's not. If he comes back,
I'll give him what for."
And Harry had
taken the car registration plate. It
would be interesting to know who it was.
Back at the
office, Harry was alone, walking into a darkened and quiet room. He had been expecting both Felicity and nnn there,
and glad they were not, because he would have to explain the documents he'd
discovered in his father's locker at the Club.
expecting any great revelations, starting with the folders.
The first had
spreadsheet printouts of accounts, in names he had not heard of, but cryptic
enough to indicate they were shelf companies' bank accounts based in the
were not earth-shattering, but it indicated, if they were his, he was reasonably
wealthy in his own right. Interestingly,
deposits of the same amount, 11.35 million, were made into each of five
accounts, on the same day of each month.
Services rendered, or something else?
The question was, were the accounts his, or was he checking up on someone
The book was a
notebook, a diary of sorts, but not for a particular year, but a member of
years. The first page indicated it
started his first day of university.
It was not
day by day, more each significant event, and not 50 pages in was the story of
how his father became enmeshed in the machinations of Alexnder Argeter. The whole sordid story, showing that his
father had miscalculated, and Argeter had taken advantage of a fortuitous, for him,
situation. But, at the time it could
have had serious consequences for his eventual career.
It also had
the story of his relationship with Harry's mother and the eventual
marriage. It was an interesting story if it was true. Harry had to wonder, if
he shared it with his mother, what her side of the story would be.
But those were
not the only revelations in the book, one, when he came across a single
sentence, heavily underlined as if he was angry at the time, that simply said,
"Harry is not my son."
It did say who
the father was, but it was still enough to make Harry's head spin, and instantly
regret having read any of the information in it. Such revelations, Harry told himself, were
best left inside the metaphorical Pandora's box.
But, now it
was out there, and it bothered him. Did
his mother know his father knew, did his real father know, and had his mother
maintained the deception from the say he'd been born?
And if Harry
thought about it, it made sense. His
brothers were exactly like their father, he was not.
himself a moment to speculate on the ramifications, then shoved it to one side. His job was to find Xavier, everything else
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