glass-topped table. âShe was with the narcs. We told you!â
Barbara-Ann and Paleface looked at me trying to make up their minds. I didnât want them to do too much thinking. âItâs the girl Iâm interested in,â I said. âNot you lot. Iâll settle for two thingsâwhat she left behind her here and what you saw when you were watching my house.â
Barbara-Ann drew in a deep breath and tossedback her cascade of phony-coloured hair. âThen youâll go?â
âThatâs right.â
âWhat the fuck do I care? Lyle, get the bag she left.â
The kid got up and scurried out of the room. He came back quickly with a canvas bag. I kept my eyes on Paleface and gestured with the gun for Lyle to open the bag. âLetâs see whatâs in it.â
Barbara-Ann reached for the bag of grass on the table. âWe havenât touched it.â
Lyle pulled out a shirt and some underpants. He stuffed them back and produced two paperbacks and a thick exercise book. Paleface was bracing himself. I told Lyle to put the books back and do up the straps. He did it and I reached for the bag, looped it over my shoulder. I was getting tired of standing up and watching people who didnât like me. Barbara-Ann rolled a joint.
âOkay, make it quick,â I said. âWhat did you see? Hold off on lighting that, Babs, until weâre finished.â I lifted the gun a fraction, aware that its effect was wearing off.
Lyle was the only one still scared. âWe saw a guy arrive and go to the door. She let him in.â
âWhat sort of a guy?â
âJust a guy. You know.â
âI
donât
know. Young, old, tall, short, thin, fat? What sort of car did he drive?â
Paleface didnât like being left out of things. He took the joint from Barbara-Ann, lit it and expelled smoke slowly. âA white Volvo. Middle-aged man, like you. Medium everything except for his hair.â He ran his hand through his own lank, straggly locks, took another drag and handed the joint to the woman. âA baldy, with a thick moustache instead. The way baldies do.â
âOkay.â The bag was slipping from my shoulderand I shrugged it back up. Paleface mustâve thought this was the time to move. He came up from his chair bent low and ready to club my gun hand down. He was much too slow; I had time to step back and watch him lose balance as his move misfired. I hit him with the back of my hand along the side of his narrow, bony jaw. I felt the shock around the grip of the gun but he felt it more. He groaned and crumpled. A spurt of blood from his nose sprayed and smeared over the white carpet.
âNow look what youâve done,â I said. âThatâll cost a lot to clean.â
Paleface rolled over on to his back. His eyes were fierce but wet; he sniffed back a nose full of blood. I stepped around him and stood beside Barbara-Ann.
âJust for that,â I said, âI get another question. Annie was here to score. Did she say anything interesting? Share any thoughts with you?â
âShe was hanging out.â Barbara-Ann drew on the joint. âShe had no bread and she tried to con us. Thatâs it.â
âYouâre a lovely person.â I put the gun in my belt and walked out. I could smell the marijuana smoke all the way down the stairs and I heard two high-pitched yells and a slap before I was out in the fresh air.
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12
I had a white Volvo, a bald man with a thick moustache and an exercise book diary. Not a bad nightâs work. All I needed was a drink and a feeling that I could make some sense of Greenwayâs crazy, mixed-up case.
I went home and took the drink out on to the balcony for a while. I sat and watched the street. No red Mazda, no skulking figures or firebombers. I wasnât surprised; theyâd probably moved up to something heavier than the grass and were on the way to feeling that they
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