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th his own body should anything untoward occur。 Janusz Palusinski was driving the armoured vehicle； and Cora sat beside him in the passenger seat。 Monk was the driver of the car ahead； Khayed and Daoud； who never ceased looking back to satisfy themselves that their master was not far behind； were his panions。 In the Granada； the last in the procession； were two Shield men who had been taken off patrol duty around the estate。
Kline had been unusually silent throughout the journey； mentioning neither the events of the previous night； nor the reason for the summons to the Magma building that morning。 Halloran realised he was witnessing yet another facet of this strange man's nature； a quiet brooding stillness that was in sharp contrast to Kline's irritatingly animated and talkative side。 This mood was more akin to the soft…spoken； cultured role that Kline sometimes adopted； although again it was different； for there was no mocking in his gaze and no air of secret knowledge。 The small man was withdrawn； thoughtful； seemingly unaware of any danger he might be in； with no agitation in his movements； no nervousness in his scrutiny。 Yet Halloran could sense a deep anger burning inside him。
The Shield operative remembered the dream Cora had roused him from； for Kline had been part of it。 They had walked together； he and Kline； Halloran allowing himself to be led by the other man through a great blackness； his hand in Kline's as though they were lovers。 Although nothing could be seen； he had felt a frightening vastness of space around and above them； as if they were inside a cathedral or a huge subterranean cave。 Now and then something light would waft across his face； so that he recoiled； tearing there were long trailing cobwebs on all sides。 Kline's whispered voice assured him that there was nothing to be afraid of； they were merely passing through thin； unseen veils。 There was something in the distance； a tenuous mass that was blacker than the blackness around them； and Halloran could hear the sound of his own heartbeat as they drew nearer to that ultimate darkness； the thudding growing louder； joined by the beating of another's…Kline's…their life…surge keeping time； being as one。 And then； all about the darkness； eyelids were opening in slow； drawn…out movements； so that a multitude of stone eyes stared as the two men drew closer to the void； the nucleus of the blackness itself。 Kline had released his hand and was stretching his arms towards the core； creating an opening within its shell； their bined heartbeats being thunderous； joining…or so it seemed…with yet another whose loudness grew so that soon； very soon； it smothered their own； and although the rising sound appeared to emanate from the void before them； it was everywhere； filling the infinite space； deafening the two men。 Kline was reaching inside that pitchy nothingness； arms trembling； his mouth gaping in a silent ecstatic scream and Halloran had moved close to see what it was that the other man grasped； but he was blind in such blackness； he could feel a terrible heat； sense something there； something he was glad he could not see。 Yet still he reached out with Kline； the two men joined in an unholy alliance； pelled by the mystery 。 。 。
'Liam。' And Cora's voice had recalled him from the dream。
'Liam。' The Mercedes was passing the Mansion House； the Magma building not far away； towering above others around it。 Cora had turned in her seat and was looking directly at him。
Halloran blinked。 He'd been pletely lost in his own thoughts and once again was angry at himself for his negligence。
'Should we drive straight down into Magma's underground carpark；' Cora said； 'or do you want us to be dropped by the front entrance？'
'The carpark；' he replied。 'I arranged for it to be checked out by Shield before we left Neath。 If there were problems they'd have contacted us。'
'Was there any news of those people who tried to stop us on Friday？' she asked。
Cora's face was still pale； her actions skittish； the weekend in the country apparently having had little calming effect； Halloran thought wryly。 'Nothing's turned up so far。 Something'll break soon though； it usually does。 We'll be okay so long as we're prepared。' He had addressed the last remarks to Kline； but the psychic's attention was averted； he was watching the streets； though Halloran had the feeling his client's vision was directed inwards。
The Magma Corporation's headquarters came into full view； and Halloran was once again impressed by its grandeur。 The rain had intensified the lustre of its bronze surfaces； the deep shade of the windows defining and enhancing the metal sections so that the building's plicated structure was drawn in bold and deliberately simple lines。 The curved buttresses and various levels added to the forcefulness of design； a formidable edifice amidst staid and less aggressive architecture。
The limousine ahead pulled into the kerb outside the main entrance and Halloran instructed Palusinski to keep moving until they reached the garage entrance around the corner in a narrow side…street。 A member of the Shield team saw their approach and signalled for the entrance barrier inside the building to be lifted。 The Granada followed the Mercedes down the ramp； the limousine now in the rear of the convoy。 The Pole reversed their vehicle into a bay and Halloran stepped out immediately it came to a halt。 He quickly went around to Kline's side； right hand inside his jacket。 A figure was already limping towards them as Palusinski opened the passenger door for Kline； and Halloran raised a hand in greeting。 Mather's countenance was unusually grim。
'A word； Liam；' he said as he drew near。
'Go on ahead to the lift；' Halloran told the others。 'I'll join you there。' He went towards Mather； who ushered him a short distance away so that they would not be overheard。
'How have things been at your end？' the Planner said； stopping by a concrete pillar。 At the top of the ramp the Shield operative who had signalled the car's approach stood with his back to them； observing the street outside。
'Not good as far as security's concerned；' answered Halloran。 'Neath is wide open。'
'But you've had no more trouble？' He hesitated before giving a shake of his head。 'What's wrong； Charles？'
'It's Dieter； I'm afraid。' Mather looked down at his cane； unconsciously tapping it twice on the ground。 'His body was recovered not more than an hour ago。' Halloran saw the others were walking towards the lifts； Monk and the two Arabs following close behind。 The two operatives from the Granada were standing by their car； waiting for further instructions。 'What happened？' he said to Mather。
'Shot through the back of the head。 Gerald is with the police finding out a bit more at this very moment。 What we do know is that Dieter was tortured before being killed。'
'Jesus； Mary 。 。 。' breathed Halloran。 'Who？' Mather shrugged。 'I haven't a clue； Liam。 No trademarks that we're aware of as yet。'
'Where was he found？'
'Floating in the Thames。 Whoever did it didn't even bother to weigh down the body。'
'Anything to do with this operation？'
'We can't discount that factor。 If there is any logical reason for his murder； and providing it isn't the work of some outraged husband； then torture obviously suggests information was being sought。 Nevertheless； it's somewhat drastic to go to such lengths just to gain details of our plans for Felix Kline。 It's reasonable to assume that any would…be kidnappers have sufficient knowledge of their target without resorting to that kind of violence。 Another theory is that someone with a grudge from Dieter's past hated him enough to inflict such injuries before ending his life。'
'There's another possibility；' suggested Halloran。 Kline and his entourage were at the lifts and looking round to see what was delaying him。 'It could be a way of warning us off。'
'From protecting Felix Kline？' He nodded。 'It's our only major assignment at the moment。'
'Hmn； it's a thought； I suppose；' voiced Mather。 'Unlikely； though。 In the event of a successful snatch； kidnappers would rather negotiate with K & R people than the authorities； who
