position across the street. Eva recognised the outside of Jacksonâs office building. Valerie was standing several metres down the street from the entrance to Jacksonâs office, pulled back into a doorway. She was on the phone but her attention was elsewhere. Eva looked at the focus of her gaze and recognised Shaun the bike courier standing next to Jackson smoking a cigarette.
Eva tried to make sense of the picture. It was obviously taken moments before Jackson disappeared, but it changed nothing.
âWho took this?â
âI did.â
âSo you saw what really happened to Jackson?â
Leon shook his head. âI left almost as soon as I took the photo.â
âI must be missing something. I donât understand what you think this means, or how itâs relevant to what just happened.â
Leon shook his head, frustrated, and stubbed his cigarette out in a Moroccan ashtray.
âThat guy in the photo â the bike courier,â he said, moving over to where Eva sat and jabbing his finger in the direction of the photo.
âWhat about him?â
âHeâs dead.â
Eva put the photo back in the file. âI know.â
âI didnât take this photo because of him. I took it because of Valerie.â
âJacksonâs girlfriend?â
Leon nodded.
âWhy?â
Leon began to pace the floor. He lit another cigarette and scratched distractedly at his hair.
Suddenly he was still. âSheâs involved.â
âInvolved in what?â
âIn what happened to Jackson. She has something to do with it.â
âHow do you know that?â
âI just do!â
Leon seemed anxious, almost manic. This is really not a good situation, Eva thought to herself once again.
âWhat did you find at Shaunâs flat?â
Eva almost answered and then stopped short. âThe only way you could know that I went to his flat is if you followed me.â
âI followed you.â
Eva stood up. âOkay, I think Iâd like to leave now.â
âYou canât!â said Leon, jittery and overexcited. âDidnât you see what just happened outside?â
Eva recalled the bag over her head, the prone man lying shot on the floor. He had certainly not been a rescuer. She sat down again, focusing hard on keeping her heartbeat below danger level.
âOK, Leon, explain to me what happened outside and I will tell you what I found in Shaunâs flat.â
Leon nodded. Clearly he liked the idea of a bargain.
âHe was one of them .â
Eva sighed. âYouâre going to have to be more specific than that.â
âThe Africans.â
âThe Africans,â Eva repeated.
âThey appeared on the scene six months ago. They killed Jackson, I know they did.â
Was this man completely crazy? He certainly looked pretty crazy. And yet he seemed to be the only person who thought Jackson had been killed like she did. What that said about her, she didnât know.
âYou donât believe Jackson committed suicide?â
âHa!â Leon laughed. âI knew your brother for four years. He was happy, he was clean. Besides the police claimed it was heroin he was taking. Jackson didnât do heroin.â
âHe didnât.â Evaâs voice was expressionless.
âNo. Coke, pills, weed, acid yes. Heroin, no. He hated needles.â
God, thought Eva to herself, heâs right. She remembered what Jacksonâs boss had told her â that he had even risked a work trip to the Sudan without his shots because he was so afraid of needles.
âYou can smoke heroin, canât you?â
Leon looked at her and laughed. âOf course. But didnât you see the police âreportâ? Needle marks in his arms they said. Impossible!â
Eva nodded slowly. She remembered reading that in the one page summary they had been sent. In fact, that part of the report had made her particularly
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