Deadly Business (14 page)

‘But I’m not family, Susie.’

‘You’re the nearest thing I’ve got to family, girl. You’re my stepson’s mother. And we both loved the same guy. You know he’s looking down on us, nodding approval at the idea.’

‘If he’s looking in any direction, it’s up,’ I countered. ‘That’s what Liam Matthews said.’

‘Liam Matthews? Oz’s wrestler pal? When did you see him?’

‘This morning. He’s here on holiday. I’m having dinner with him tonight.’

‘Is he still single?’

‘Yes, but forget it.’

Susie laughed. ‘Come on, woman. Do you like him?’

‘He seems like a nice guy,’ I conceded.

‘Not bad-looking either.’

‘True.’

‘Then do yourself a favour. There is absolutely no harm in getting yourself laid. The clock’s ticking, you …’ Her voice tailed away as she realised how ominous that was for her.

‘Please do it, Primavera,’ she whispered. ‘Take the chair, for me and for him, and for Tom as well. You’ll be looking after him.’

‘Can I think about it?’ I asked

‘No. It needs doing now. I’ve thought it through. We’ll make a formal announcement to the Stock Exchange on Monday that I’m stepping down from the chair on health grounds and that you’re succeeding me on a non-exec basis. Also, Audrey Kent will be appointed a director.’

‘Does she know?’

‘No, she’s not back yet.’

‘Do you have the authority to do this? Won’t the other three directors have to agree?’

‘I have the power as chairman, and as majority shareholder. Okay?’

I sighed. ‘Okay.’

‘Good. Now, the kids’ trust. I like what Harvey says. I want to do it quietly and quickly. Is there any chance of you going to Scotland next week?’

‘Once Janet and wee Jonathan are back with you, yes, I could.’

‘Fine,’ she declared. ‘In that case your first act as chair should be to set up a meeting in Glasgow, soon as you can, Tuesday if possible. While you’re there I want you to go to see my personal lawyer. You know him. Remember Greg McPhillips, Oz’s pal?’

‘Yes of course. Flash bastard, bit of a womaniser.’

‘Both of the above, but a great lawyer. I’m going to give you power of attorney to act for me in putting the trust together, and to appoint trustees. I’d like Greg to be one himself, and Mac Blackstone, if he’s prepared.’

‘For his grandchildren? Susie, if you didn’t ask him he’d never speak to you again.’

‘So you ask him for me. Then there’s my will. I want you to ask Greg to draw it up so that my surviving husband gets what he’d have if he had to go to court for it, but no shares in the business, if that can be avoided.’

‘I’ll do all that, but you’ll have to sign it.’

‘I know.’ I could hear her growing more tired by the minute. ‘Tell Greg he’ll need to bring it over to Monaco.’

‘Will do. I’m sure he’ll fancy the trip.’

‘He always does,’ she said. ‘But Primavera, tell him not to hang about. I need to get this done soon. Just in case, girl, just in case.’

I searched for a reassuring counter, but I couldn’t find one.

I promised Susie that I’d make sure Janet called her, and I did as soon as she came back from the beach. I took her up to my room, telling the boys that we were having some ‘girlie time’, placed the call on the landline, then went out on to the terrace while they spoke.

I stripped down to my pants, lay on my sunbed and closed my eyes, contemplating the day I was having. It was one of the most unexpected and most solemn of my life, and it was only a little more than halfway through. I thought over Susie’s advice, but decided against taking it. Yes, I liked Liam, but I’d made myself a solemn vow that for me, there had to be more than liking involved, and I wasn’t about to break it.

I’m not sure how long I lay there before I became aware of a fleeting shadow, a momentary change in the light as Janet passed between me and the sun and sat in the chair alongside.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her. She met my gaze and I saw that her eyes were moist. ‘Did you have a good talk?’ I murmured.

She nodded. ‘Yes, she told me what’s wrong with her and about the treatment she’s had. And she said she was sorry for not telling me before, but she didn’t want to worry me. She said that it’s all finished now and that she’s going to be fine. She sounded good.’ Nonetheless the kid frowned. ‘She told me something else, Auntie Primavera. She and Duncan; they’re married. He’s in America with her and Audrey.’

‘How do you feel about that?’ I asked her.

‘I don’t know. I don’t like him, especially when he drinks. Wee Jonathan hates him; he’s scared of him. He said he told you about him hitting Tom.’

I nodded. ‘And about what happened afterwards. You won’t have any more trouble with him, not that kind anyway. Duncan’s not a fool; he knows that Tom’s getting bigger and stronger every day, and that he’d protect you two.’

‘But Tom’s not always there,’ she pointed out. ‘If Duncan ever hits Jonathan …’ I caught a flash of her father in her eyes.

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t. But if he ever does, or threatens to, you should tell your mother or you should tell Conrad. Okay?’

‘Okay,’ she whispered, then paused. ‘Auntie Primavera,’ she ventured, ‘what is leukaemia?’

‘It’s a disease of the blood or bone marrow,’ I replied. ‘It can affect your immune system, make you susceptible to infections and so on.’

She frowned. ‘You mean like AIDS?’

In spite of everything, I smiled. ‘No, nothing like that. AIDS is a sexually transmitted disease. Leukaemia’s … different. It’s just bad luck, really.’

‘Can people die from it?’

Deep breath time, Auntie P. ‘Yes, they can,’ I admitted, ‘but many, many people survive. And new treatments are being developed all the time. Your mum’s been looked after at one of the finest clinics in the world. She couldn’t be in better hands.’ I reached across and touched her knee. ‘She’s had her therapy,’ I said, ‘and now it’s up to her to get better. We’ve all got to help in that. Me, by looking out for you lot when I have to, and by doing some business stuff she’s asked me to take on. Duncan, by making her home life as easy as possible. You, by being as strong for her as you can be and by getting on with Duncan, even if it goes against the grain. You up for that?’

‘Of course I am,’ she replied, instantly.

I swung myself upright and stood, reaching for my shirt and shorts. ‘You’ve got a lot to take in,’ I told her. ‘It’s not fair that you should have to at your age, but life isn’t fair. As my old dad is very fond of saying, you will find no warranty or guarantees anywhere on your birth certificate.’ I nodded downwards at the lounger as I finished dressing. ‘D’you want some time on your own? Do some thinking and top up your tan?’

‘That would be nice.’

‘Okay then, but mind you use my sunscreen. Don’t stint yourself either.’ I tossed her the bottle and left her to it.

The door of Tom’s room was open as I passed. He was in full big brother mode, giving wee Jonathan a drubbing at a computer football game. I left them to it and went down to the kitchen, to fetch myself a bottle of water from the fridge. Conrad was there, his mobile held to his ear.

‘Okay,’ I heard him say. ‘Call me when you’re wheels down at Nice.’ He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket.

‘Audrey?’ I asked.

He nodded. ‘They leave Arizona tomorrow. She’s worried; she doesn’t think that Susie’s fit to fly, and neither does her doctor. He’s advising that she stay in his care for another week at the very least, but Susie’s having none of it and Duncan’s agreeing with her. He’s an idiot, Primavera. Audrey said he gave her a whole bottle of champagne last night. She can hardly eat and he’s pouring bloody Veuve Cliquot down her neck.’

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I know. But she’s not giving him complete control of her life, and no sight of the business at all.’

‘Yes, Audrey did say that she’s just sent a statement to the group’s financial PR firm for issue to the Stock Exchange on Monday morning. She said it’ll surprise a few people, not least the new husband.’

And Audrey’s husband
, I thought, but if she hadn’t filled him in on the detail, I couldn’t either.

‘She asked me to tell you that she’s sending you a document by email. She wants you to sign it and fax it back to her. She was very specific about that. You have to fax it.’

‘I can do that. I still have a fax, although it’s ages since I used it.’

‘She said also that Susie was speaking to Janet,’ Conrad went on. ‘I take it that’s what you and she were doing upstairs.’

‘Yes. Susie came clean with her.’

‘How clean? Did she tell her how sick she really is?’

I shook my head ‘No, she kept it positive. But you: do you know how sick she really is, Conrad?’

‘I fear so,’ he sighed. ‘Audrey’s with her every day. She says she’s skin and bone. It’s not going to end well, Primavera, is it?’

‘No, it isn’t. And Susie knows it. That’s why she’s asked me to do certain things for her. But there’s one thing I want you to do for her that she might not ask. Keep an eye on Mr Culshaw.’

‘Oh, I will,’ he assured me, ‘as close an eye as I can. He might say I’m his new best friend, but I don’t believe him. I’m sure that he’d get rid of me tomorrow if he could, and Audrey for that matter.’

‘Well, he can’t,’ I told him firmly. ‘You said it yourself; you have contracts of employment with the Gantry Group, not with Susie personally and certainly not with him.’

‘Yes, but …’ He didn’t have to spell out what he was thinking.

‘But nothing. He will never get a toehold in that business.’

‘I wish I was as sure as you.’

‘Come Monday, you might be … and don’t ask me to explain that.’

I left him to ponder and went to the office to check my email. Sure enough there was one from Audrey, covering three documents. One was the announcement of my appointment and hers, and another was a letter for my signature confirming that I was prepared to accept appointment as chairperson of the Gantry Group PLC, with a space for a second signature, that of a witness. The third attachment was a power of attorney giving me authority to instruct her solicitor in setting up a trust to administer the shareholdings and other bequeathed assets of Tom Blackstone, Janet Blackstone and Jonathan Blackstone. It was signed by Susie and witnessed and notarised by an American attorney. Thorough, Susie, I thought.

I printed off all three documents, signed the confirmation letter, then took it through to the front terrace, where Conrad was sitting. ‘I’d like you to read and witness that, please,’ I asked.

His eyes widened as he scanned it, but that was his only reaction, until he’d added his signature and passport number. Then he looked up and nodded. ‘Congratulations, boss,’ he murmured.

‘Don’t,’ I said. ‘That’s probably the saddest piece of paper I’ve ever had to sign.’

I was so consumed by what had happened in the afternoon that I almost forgot I had a dinner date.

Audrey called me as soon as she’d received the fax. ‘Susie says she wants you to call a board meeting in Glasgow on Tuesday; if you can make that, she says I have to get in touch with Wylie Smith and have him set it up. Can you?’

‘If I can take Tom with me, yes. His school term’s over. But can you make it? It’s Saturday and you’re still in Arizona.’

‘Sure,’ she replied, as confident and assertive as ever. ‘I’ll see Susie safely home on Monday morning, then catch a direct flight from Nice to Edinburgh in the afternoon. I can get you and Tom into the same airport at around the same time. We can meet up, take a taxi or hire a car and check into a hotel in Glasgow for the night. Sound okay?’

‘Sounds brilliant,’ I told her. ‘Go ahead. But book a car, in my name, for I’ll have other stuff to do in Scotland and part of it will involve seeing Oz’s dad … and mine, while I’m there.’

‘Will do. When do you want to come back?’

‘Make it Saturday, to be on the safe side.’

‘Fine. Primavera,’ she added, after a few seconds, ‘are you all right about this? The business side, I mean.’

The uncertainty of her tone took me by surprise. ‘Let me put it this way,’ I replied, buying a very little time to consider exactly how I should put it, ‘it’s not something I want to do. But if Susie needs me to do it, for her sake and for the sake of the kids, to maintain investor confidence in what she calls the family firm during her illness and recuperation: if she wants that, I’m fine with it. Why?’ I asked. ‘Aren’t you?’

‘I’m a secretary, Primavera; that’s what I’m trained to be, those are my skills.’

‘Can you read a set of accounts? Do you understand a balance sheet?’

‘Yes,’ she conceded.

‘Then you’re more qualified for the job than many a director I’ve met. You typed the stock market announcement, so you know what it says. It describes you as the outgoing chairperson’s executive assistant, with an intimate knowledge of the working of the business. It describes me as a director of a Spanish wine producer and as a former consular official who played a part in negotiating several multi-million pound deals in Catalunya for Scottish companies. What it doesn’t say is that I’m Miles Grayson’s sister-in-law, but it doesn’t have to. The PR people will make sure that everyone knows that. We are not a couple of bimbo figureheads and we won’t be seen as such.’