Mean Spirit Part 19
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'What of it?' Scott looked ready to smash his face in and throw him in the river.
Ah, well. Maiden displayed his warrant card.
'I'm not driving, squire,' Scott said.
'I'm not Traffic. Just want a word, that's all.'
'What's this about?' Scott looked worried, but not worried enough for it to be significant. Maiden led him to a bench above the riverbank.
'Justin Sharpe. Mate of yours?'
'Not specially. I know him.'
Maiden shook his head.
'What's he done?' Scott said.
'What do you think he might have done?'
'How would I know?'
'You don't work with him, then?'
'n.o.body works with him.'
'Why's that?'
'Cause he ... cause he don't employ anybody no more. Look-'
'The word is you go out at night with him, on the p.i.s.s.'
Scott closed his eyes briefly. 'Look,' he said, 'just spell it out. What's he done?'
Maiden waited. Scott breathed in, bit down on his bottom lip. A duck came over to check if they were eating sandwiches. Maiden leaned back on the bench, clasped his hands behind his head. What the h.e.l.l was he getting into here?
It was about Vic Clutton, he concluded. He had this pent-up rage inside him. He was looking for a target. Any target.
Scott said, 'If he's in trouble, it's nothing to do with me. I don't need any trouble. Coming out the army in a few weeks.'
'What will you do?'
'I'm looking around.' The lad smiled faintly, embarra.s.sed. 'Been thinking about the police, actually.'
'Really.' Maiden kept his face expressionless.
'So you see the problem,' Scott said.
'Of having a mate like Justin?'
'He's not a mate really. He just latches on to you. Wants to go clubbing with you at weekends, down Gloucester, Cheltenham. You know?'
'Wife and kids, though, hasn't he?'
'Sort of. Some of the time. What's he done?'
'What about women? Likes to put it about?'
'You need me to tell you that? Mind, he talks a lot of bulls.h.i.+t this totty, that totty. You don't believe half of it. Like the other day, he reckoned he picked up this American tart, like a hippy type, and she's all over him, and so he give her one in the gra.s.s round the back of the garage. That's Justin.'
'I see.'
'Man, you must know what he's like or you wouldn't be asking. Old feller died, left him these garages and he flogged the other for a building site, but the council wouldn't give him planning permission for this one so he's letting it go to rack and ruin, deliberate eyesore. While he spends the money he got from the other place.'
Maiden nodded. It was what the old man with the bicycle had told him.
'Now he thinks he's this big man. Likes to hang out. In Gloucester and places. Gives you all these stories. How he used to go round Cromwell Street and s.h.a.g Rose West when Fred was out fitting somebody's bathroom. All this s.h.i.+t you know he's made up. And how he's got all these hard friends.'
'How hard?'
'Got to be harder than Justin. Comes over tough, but you lean on him, he'll fall over.' Scott stood up. 'Look, I said enough, all right? He ain't a mate, but I ain't a copper yet, neither.'
Maiden stood up. 'Good luck then, Scott,' he said. 'Might see you around.'
Again, behind the screen of conifers it was a different world, a different season the old petrol pumps sad sentries under the white sky. The only colours were the oily rainbows in the old puddles which defined the forecourt's cracks and hollows. There was no car outside, no truck, only the sombre remains of a disembowelled van at the side of the garage.
Behind the grey building, a fence of corrugated metal sheets divided the garage from a field. Picked up this American tart and she was all over him, and so he give her one in the gra.s.s round the back of the garage.
Lying b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Hopefully.
Maiden shouted, 'Justin!'
A crow flew up, protesting, from behind the building. He tried the doors.
One opened a few inches. A padlock fell from a hasp. Maiden widened the gap enough to squeeze through.
Inside, the garage was cobwebbed and derelict, the concrete floor slippery with old grease. Rags of grey light trailed from slimed-up, cobwebbed skylights.
'Oh h.e.l.l,' Maiden said.
He'd smelled the smell.
There were two vehicles in here, an ancient VW Beetle and a red Mini. Maiden walked around the Mini.
It had an exhaust pipe but not a new one. Maiden bent down and saw that the silencer was held in place by a length of wire, wound round twice. Justin had failed to obtain a new system or hadn't even tried and had simply tied the old pipe back the way it had been before it fell off.
His shoes sliding on a grease slick, Maiden walked over to some workbenches. Under dusty grey drapes of light dangling from the roof-panes, he saw the tools on the workbench gleaming blue. Very few of them, spanners and stuff, nothing as sophisticated as welding equipment.
Justin must have sold most of the gear. There was about enough here to change a wheel and that was it. Yet he was still leaving cards in phone boxes in rural areas. A way of picking up women?
Maiden went back to the car, tried the door. It opened. The key was in the ignition. He looked over into the back and on the floor. He took out the key and opened the boot. Spare tyre, tools, three copies of The Vision. He closed it quietly, got into the car, pulled out the choke, turned the key. The engine fired first time. Good. Because he'd need to get Grayle's car the h.e.l.l out of here.
He switched off. Went over and put his shoulder against the garage door and opened it wide. No need for both doors to get a Mini out of here.
He took some breaths of fresh air, then he went back into the garage.
With the door open, white light fanned through cobwebs dotted with mummified flies. It lit up the old Volkswagen and the splayed fingers in the grease.
'Maiden? Is that you? Where are you?'
'I'm in the car park of a roadside diner. Marcus, is Grayle there?'
'Did you get the car?'
'Yes, I'm in the car now. If you could just put Grayle on.'
'Excellent. Underhill! No problems, I a.s.sume, Maiden?'
'Well, we can talk about that.'
'What's that supposed to ...? Yes, it's Maiden ... hold on a second.'
'Bobby?'
'h.e.l.lo, Grayle.'
'You got the car?'
'Yes, I-'
'You saw him? You saw Justin?'
'Grayle, what does Justin look like, exactly?'
'He's, uh ... quite a solid-looking guy. Dark, crinkly hair?'
'Moustache?'
'Yeah, yeah, big black moustache.'
'Earring?'
'One earring, quite large. Kind of showy. Bobby, didn't you talk to him?'
'Look, I'm bringing the car over now, Grayle, so don't go anywhere, will you?'
'Bobby?'
'Should be there in about...'
'Oh, Jesus.'
'... an hour? Just over?'
'Oh Jesus freaking Christ.'
'Don't say any more, OK?'
'He's dead, isn't he? He's f.u.c.king dead. Bobby you have to ... Oh G.o.d, no. Bobby, lis-'
Maiden cut the line, put the Mini awkwardly into gear. Over the city of Gloucester the clouds were closing in for rain.
Part Three.
From Bang to Wrongs: A Bad Boy's Book.
by GARY SEWARD.
I suppose I better watch what I'm saying, 'cause the fact is and any professional will tell you this that you only go down for a small fraction of what you actually done.
Course some people is not so fortunate as others like my old mate Clarence. Clarence has done over twenty-five years all told, I reckon. But I have always been 'lucky', and there are still some senior policemen grinding their teeth every time they think of me, but that's the way it goes. Bar a couple of messy bits, I have had what you might call a charmed life, and now I have returned to my roots and live among the rural n.o.bs in one of the 'big yellow houses' that I remembered from my childhood. One of my neighbours is Prince Charles and, although I have not yet received an invitation to dine with him and his lady at Highgrove, I am sure it will happen one day.
Yes, my life is pretty good and I live it the way I have always done, taking great big bites out of the pie but always aware of the signs and omens. Signs and omens are very important and why I have been lucky. This is not superst.i.tion, far from it. It is recognizing that there are times to move and big pickings if you get it right. You see the signs and you have to react; you got to have the nerve to go for it, no matter what other people say. The older I get the more I am aware of signs and omens, but if you call me a mystic I'll still break your bleedin' arm.
XX.
RAIN AND A PHONE CALL DROVE THE INHABITANT OF THE PINK caravan indoors.
The phone call was from London. 'It's me,' Jo said. 'I've found out why he did it.'
The rain was from Ireland. Normally it would not have bothered him, for there was something energizing about rain billowing in over the sea. But it might not be terribly good for the little mobile phone and so he carried it back into the caravan, sitting on the edge of his bed-settee.
'So', he said, 'there was a reason. Other than the humiliation of a creepy old man.'
He was looking down the field to the other caravans. Four there were, in all, in the field above St Bride's Bay.
What have I told you about going near that creepy old man?
The three green ones would be uninhabited until Easter, when the owner of the pink one would be obliged to wear ladies' clothing nearly all day for the benefit of small children who had no reason to suspect he was not of the female gender.
The false eyelashes could be a soupcon problematical, but generally one didn't mind. Who could resist such warm acceptance? It was, after all, no more than a year since he'd heard, through the caravan window, a mother dragging a child away What have I told you about going near that creepy ...? Etcetera.
Last autumn, however, the very same woman: Now, I'm sure if you go and ask Cindy very nicely, you can be introduced to Kelvyn Kite.
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