The Trespass by Scott Hunter Read Free Book Online

probably done enough to keep him off our scent for a while. And I need to do this now.”
    “Do what?”
    “Come on.” He let Sara tag along as they passed the noticeboard, which was bare save for a large poster advertising Cornwall’s Eden Project. A glance through one of the lab windows revealed several white-coated technicians, doubtless absorbed in some green-fingered research project. He pushed into another corridor. It was along here somewhere. The floor reminded Dracup of hospitals; polished and antiseptic. In fact the whole building smelt sanitized, as if scrubbed hourly by an invisible team of cleaners. They came eventually to an office, deserted but for the hum of photocopiers and faxes. Dracup had the diary out and the photocopier lid open.
    “You’re amazing,” Sara said. “I thought you left it at the house.”
    “I’m not letting it go that easily. Keep an eye on the corridor.”
    Sara stood at the door while Dracup flicked the diary pages over and pressed the button. The copier whirred. The results were barely legible. “Blast. Where’s the contrast button?”
    Sara stepped over. “Here. Now try.”
    After a few minutes Dracup had half the pages copied. Somewhere in the distance the sound of police sirens rose and fell. The paper ran out, and Sara hissed across the room, “Someone coming.”
    One of the lab technicians peered into the room. “Hullo. Can I help?”
    “Just borrowing the copier.” Dracup smiled.
    “Are you –”
    “Dracup – Anthropology. Our machine’s on the blink again.”
    “Of course. Carry on.” The technician grinned back.
    Sara nodded as the man left the office and walked back along the corridor. As she watched, another man slipped through the double doors at the far end. He was tall and grey haired.
    “Simon?”
    “What?”
    “Someone’s coming.”
    Dracup, intent on his task, waited for the next sheet before responding. When he looked up he saw Potzner halfway down the corridor and closing fast.
    “Run.” He thrust the papers at Sara, grabbed her hand and bolted out of the office, turning right towards what he hoped was the way to the side entrance – if there was a side entrance. Behind him came Potzner’s voice: “Dracup...Wait!”
    They sprinted the length of the building, and burst out in front of the large greenhouses to the rear of the Plant Sciences lab. Skirting the car park Dracup got his bearings and turned back onto the internal campus road. He shouted to Sara, “This leads onto Pepper Lane.” He dog-legged past the security box, stole a glance behind and saw Potzner’s elastic frame almost upon her. Damn . The man was fast for his age. Sara was mouthing something. He strained to hear what she was saying – her arm was flailing now... a warning? He turned – too late – and saw a car mounting the pavement. He dived to the left but the next second it was on him, catching him a bruising blow on his thigh and lifting him into the air. The world slowed down. He floated towards the ground, twisting his head sideways to avoid contact with the pavement. The dreamlike quality persisted until he landed, shoulder first on the tarmac. A curtain descended. He was vaguely aware of hands in his pockets, probing, pulling. An engine roared, so close it felt like it was in his head.
    Then there was blackness.
     
     
     

Chapter 4
     
     
    Dracup was unsure which part of his body hurt the most: his head or his shoulder. He opened his eyes and squinted in the bright light.
    “Simon? Thank goodness...”
    Sara’s face swam into focus. The curtain twitched and Potzner was at the bedside.
    Dracup felt a sudden flare of anger. “I presume you’ve called the dogs off now you’ve got what you wanted.” The effort of speech made him wince.
    Potzner studied the bedside cabinet. There was a Tupperware box containing Dracup’s mobile, car keys and wallet. Potzner shook his head. “This wasn’t our doing, Mr Dracup. We were trying to protect you.”
    Sara