up with her, Will?â
I shrugged and felt my face warm.
âYou must be getting something good, or else sheâs just too flippinâ much trouble.â
âThis is Darcy,â Justine said.
Maurice looked at the girl again. He reached over and put his hand on her head, as if she were a small child, petted her hair, and said, âLovely.â
âWe picked her up in Rome. Sort of an accident. Sheâs supposed to be off to Florence tomorrow.â
âFlorence? What the fuckâs there?â
âArt,â Darcy said and looked away, out the window.
âArt?â Maurice said. âCoo, thereâs art everywhere over here. Itâs like litter. Justine said she thought you rather enjoyed her company and Willâs.â
âI do.â
âWant my advice? Then keep it. Itâs the bloody Continent, you know? Do what the fuck you like. Be happy.â He looked at Justine and said, âThatâs what I do, inâit?â
Darcy smiled at him rather genuinely. Maurice just laid it out there. Said what was on everyoneâs mind.
âWell,â said Maurice, âlisten, got others to see. Business hours, you know. Thereâs a bag under the table, Justine, with a package in it. Whatever you do, donât leave without it.â
âIs that what weâre doing?â I said. âTransporting?â
Maurice looked at me, and I could feel Justine looking as well.
âGet to Galini,â Maurice said. âYou have enough folding?â
Justine said, âWeâre fine.â
âFuck, Justine.â He took a leather currency file from his jacket, pulled a thick stack of bills from it, and laid them on the table. âVarious shit,â he said. âLiras, drachmas, and some other stuff mixed in. Six or seven hundred quid worth. Against your end of it.â
âI said we have enough.â
âA train to Athens for three.â He looked at Darcy. âTwo or three. A ship to the island. Buses, taxis. Youâll have to stay in Galini at least a couple days, so a room or two.â
âWe have enough,â she said.
He scooped up the paper and stuffed it back in the file, which he dropped in the side pocket of his jacket. âYou bloody well better,â he said. âAnd you make fucking sure you have the package when you get there.â
âThatâs it?â I said.
âJust get there. Then wait. Itâs not a big place. Someoneâll find you.â
F OR SOME TIME AFTER HEâD gone, Justine dragged on her cigarette while staring at the table. I sipped at my beer and watched Darcy watch Maurice making his way around the room, sitting at a table here and there or hanging at the bar.
âHe was serious about this being business hours,â Darcy said. âI donât suppose you can tell me what that was all about.â
âTo be perfectly truthful,â Justine said, âI donât really know.â
âWhatâs in the pack?â
She shrugged.
âBut youâre taking it.â
âYes.â
âJust like that. You could get sent away forever where youâre going if itâs anything like it sounds.â
Justine lit a new cigarette, the last one, from the ember of the one she was finishing.
âFor what?â Darcy asked. âHow much are you getting?â
Now Justineâs face changed. For the first time around the girl, she started to look pissed off. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Darcy cut in.
âHow much? A few thousand? For that kind of risk?â
Justine said, âWhat do you care?â
âI donât. Not at all. It just makes my stomach hurt to see such pathetic losers getting pushed around and used.â
âWhoââ Justine said, then looked at me as if to say she didnât know what to say. She was struck dumb.
ââdo I think I am?â said Darcy. âIâm somebody at
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