Two Faced. Garry Bushell
beans and chips, which he covered liberally with brown sauce.
‘So tell me what happened after that night in Southall, mate,’ said Harry. ‘’Cos as soon as the Filth turned up I had it on me toes and I ain’t heard a word about them since.’
‘Well, the bloke who got away, the brother, must have called in Plod and Potman and Noodles were both banged up in the local nick. And the way I hear it, in comes this right old-fashioned detective and this weasel-like DC. They tell Noodles that Potman has rolled over and confessed the lot. Now Noodles, being smart, knows that this is double bollocks and gives it a blank, but then the DS goes on and tells him who done what to the prick and with what. Who had the claw hammer, who used the screwdriver and so on. Want another tea?
‘Here, love, same again over here.’
‘Tea or coffee?’ she replied.
‘I give up. How can you tell?’
The waitress grimaced.
‘So Potman grassed,’ said Harry.
‘Hang on, you’re jumping the gun. Noodles thinks, fuck, they must have given him drugs or something, and slams up. So they go and do the same thing with Potman, but saying Noodles has rolled over. Potman hears the story, can’t figure out how the little prick knows so much but being a pragmatist he wipes his mouth and says, “Can we have a deal?” Long and the short, they get a bent little brief, who both sides have known for years, the Old Bill cop a nice few quid, there are no charges and the kid who got hurt don’t want to know nothing from nothing – well, obviously, ’cos he’s been thieving as well. So all’s well that ends well. See, that’s what I told you, son, you can’t have enough friends in low places.’
‘Yeah, but I don’t understand. Who was the grass, Potman or Noodles?’
‘Neither, you tart. The Old Bill had the video. The only time the silly fuckers got anything on film was when they were torturing the kid and about to run him over.’
‘That is a fucking classic.’
‘They don’t get better than that. So you coming back to work for us then?’
‘Mate, I’d love to, but this fella from Exeter, a proper face I met down in Devon, wants me to pay me big money to make a few plane trips for him and import some parcels into the country, if you know what I mean.’
‘Risky, son.’
‘Yeah, but if it comes on top I’ll plead ignorance.’
‘Well, there’s a job waiting for ya whenever you want it.’
‘Thanks, Ronnie, mate. I appreciate that.’
They shook hands as the door opened and a pretty redhead with heavy breasts entered the caff.
‘Lucy,’ said Harry. ‘Over here, love.’
He stood up. Ronnie clocked her as the tight-bloused nurse from the hospital.
‘You filthy bastard,’ he said in a stage whisper and laughed.
‘What’s that you’re eating, Mr Clavin?’ asked Lucy. ‘A heart attack on a plate?’
‘Well they half-starve you in your poxy hospital, know what I mean? And I’ve gotta keep me strength up now I’m on sticks.’
‘Right, we’re off up town for the day, Ronnie,’ said Harry. ‘It was good to see you. Take care, mate.’
They shook hands again.
‘Yeah, be lucky, son. See ya soon, H,’ said Ronnie, but he never did.
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