posters on the car â all that without telling her husband because she didnât want to add to the stress heâs under as an operational pilot. Told me if he makes an error when flying it endangers his passengersâ lives as well as his own.â He paused for breath. âShe could have been killed or injured this morning if she hadnât kept her head, and used her obvious intelligence by making a sudden sharp turn on to that track leading to the pumping station. She reckons the guy who tried to force her off the road is a member of Collierâs squadron.â
âItâs always one of the victimâs colleagues, if you recall.â Further study of Tomâs expression made him add, âDoesnât this obviously intelligent woman realize her stressed husband will have to be told all if we do as she wants?â
âI made that very clear, but this morningâs attack has left her afraid it wouldnât stop at that. She believes someone means to kill her next time . . . and sheâs pregnant.â
They stared at each other across the desk. It was a direct goad and they both knew it. Max was disappointed that his old friend should employ such a tactic, but it was to good effect.
âThen you had better keep your word and investigate, Sarânt Major.â
There was an uneasy pause before Tom said, âSorry, that was a bit below the belt, sir. Itâs her fear of miscarrying a third time that has led her to act now. I do honestly believe this is more serious than cases weâve come across before, because she revealed that her husband has also been receiving anonymous threatening letters. Iâm confident this is a case for SIB not Uniform.â
Max gave a nod and turned pointedly to the paperwork in his tray. âCollier doesnât sound much of a hero if he lets his missus fight his battles for him.â
Tom walked to his car feeling uncomfortable about the conversation with his boss, with whom he had a long-standing, warm relationship. They had served together in the past and both had welcomed the chance to do so again when Max was sent out to command 26 Section after double tragedy struck the former OC. The reference to the pregnant Margot Collier perhaps meeting death in a road accident had been out of order, Tom knew, but it had been born of his eagerness to chase up a situation he found highly intriguing. Besides, he had assured the victim SIB would act on her information.
678 Squadron, Army Air Corps had its hangars, workshops and operational pad way out on the furthest extremity of the base. Pulling up outside the Admin offices, Tom went in to ask the present whereabouts of Lieutenant Collier.
The blonde lance-corporal at the desk gave this apparent civilian in a dark-blue suit a straight look. âNot another reporter! There canât be anything more to be squeezed from that story. Donât you people realize the lads are doing things like that all the time on active service â except they arenât married to bloody generalsâ daughters.â
So the resentment was pretty widespread, was it? Tom followed up on her words. âYou think thatâs the only reason Collierâs being hailed as a hero so extensively?â
âStands to reason,â she agreed with a nod. âHeâs being pushed to the top by âDaddyâ so heâll be worthy enough for the family. Feel a bit sorry for him, really. Heâs basically a nice guy. But he must have seen the writing on the wall before they got hitched, and he still went ahead.â
âProbably couldnât help himself,â mused Tom, thinking of the impact of the woman he had met a few hours ago.
âYou can say that again. She homed in on him and marched him up the aisle before he knew what had hit him. Daft sod!â
Tom swiftly held up his SIB identification. âIf I was from the press youâd have just committed a chargeable offence,