Began to feel contented within myself, sat back and loosened off my top button. Then I remembered I wasn’t staying. ‘Don’t get too comfortable, Gus,’ I told myself.
It didn’t take long to straighten out the flat. I picked up the cushions, put away the rest of the wreckage and hung a calendar over the warning notice.
I took out an old Lotto kit bag that I used for the gym when I was health conscious, employed, married… stable. Filled it with a few essentials from the wardrobe and a handful of books from the shelves. Some Hemingway and Steinbeck, to escape Edinburgh, and some Nietzsche to put my feet back on the ground.
In the bar, I caught Col’s eye as he finished serving a punter. I saw he’d taken down the picture of my father and propped it against a box of smoky bacon crisps.
He caught me staring. ‘I meant to take that down ages ago,’ he said. ‘Sorry, Gus… but what with one thing and another, I must have forgotten.’
‘Don’t worry.’
‘No. No. I know you told me to bin the lot of them after… Well, I just missed that one.’
‘Col, it’s your pub. I’ve no right to tell you what you can put on the wall.’
A long silence stretched between us. Col turned an open hand to the pumps. I shook my head.
‘You must loathe the man,’ he said.
‘Got that right.’
‘He’s your father.’
‘And…?’
‘Whatever he’s done, nothing changes that, surely.’
I shot him a glower, then stared over his head to the line of mixers.
‘I am only saying, Gus. Whatever he’s done, could you not forgive him?’
I took my hands out of my pockets, reached down for the kit bag and swiftly lifted it from the bar stool before me.
‘I’ll have to be going,’ I said.
I turned and walked to the door.
‘Wait. Wait up,’ shouted Col. He stopped me in the doorway, said, ‘I’ve this for you.’
I didn’t need to look, knew it had to be more money. A big wad of tens grabbed from the till, stuffed in an envelope.
‘No, Col…’
‘Don’t go proud on me. We all need a lot more than we let on sometimes.’
I couldn’t argue. ‘Thanks.’
He lent me a smile and placed a hand on my shoulder. ‘I, er, saw your mother the other day at the supermarket.’
‘Yeah?’
‘She says Cannis’s not so well now.’
This again. I wasn’t biting.
‘Col, please, I know you think you’re doing some good here, but don’t use that man’s name around me.’
‘I was only saying… Your mother was asking for you, she wanted me to let you know.’
I sighed, said, ‘Well, you’ve done it.’
20
Spent the night in an East End kip house. Came cheap, but none too cheerful. Knew I needed to make more permanent arrangements, and soon.
Going out the door my phone rang, was Amy. I said, ‘Oh hi, was just about to give you a ring.’
‘What kind — diamond?’
‘Ha! Lot cheaper.’
‘ Ruby?’
‘Closer, was thinking Orange — mobile.’
Loud sigh followed. ‘At least I know you’re not going to disappoint me tonight. We’re still on, aren’t we?’
I’d forgotten all about it, said, ‘’Course we are.’
‘Great.’ She sounded ecstatic, boosted my worth. ‘Because I thought I might get my hooks into you a bit earlier, make sure you don’t go AWOL on me again.’
This crushed me, I didn’t want to be tied down by anybody. ‘How early?’
‘Like, now-ish.’
I looked at my watch. Wasn’t yet nine, in the a.m. ‘Where are you?’
Suddenly I felt a solid slap on my shoulder.
‘Here!’
‘Jesus! Are you trying to end me?’
She laughed like a drain. Amy looked luscious in tight white jeans, a kooky hip-hugging dress thrown over them. ‘You’re not quite in your heart attack years yet, Gus!’
‘I’m a damn sight nearer after that, let me tell you. What are you playing at?’
‘Thought I’d come and meet you.’
‘How did you know where I’d be? I hardly know the answer to that one myself these days.’
‘Impulse. Female intuition — call it what you like.’
‘Stalking.’
The smile went. ‘Not funny!’
‘Touchy subject? The voice of experience?’
She grabbed my arm. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘and try to lighten up. Old, I can handle, old prick, no thanks.’
Thought about saying I was the same age all over, but left it.
There seemed to be something different about Amy today, but I couldn’t place it. Truth was, I’d a distraction. Kept turning around to look for the Cube. Don’t know why. I’d no reason to think he’d be following me at this moment, just a trick of the memory, I supposed. The first time he’d shown, Amy was in my company, but I’d nothing to suggest this was anything more than coincidence.
We got a rare blast of sun, grabbed some fruit smoothies and settled down in Holyrood Park. I ruined the healthy look with a Scotch pie — real cow-brain special.
‘You should go veggie,’ said Amy.
‘I should do lots of things, going veggie’s about bottom of the list.’
‘Oh, whatever!’ There it was again. Amy’s vocabulary tripped across the Atlantic. Maybe there was hope for her generation to shake off some home-grown influences.
‘Don’t you mean, like whatever?’
‘Eh?’
‘No matter.’ I felt bored with the conversation, changed tack. ‘Amy, do you remember when I ran into you the other day?’
‘With the tie. God, what was that like?’
‘Yeah. Enough about the tie.’ I shook my head. ‘There was a guy, remember?’
‘No, not really… well, maybe… You said something about a guy with a paper. Why?’
‘He showed up again.’
‘Freaky.’
‘I thought so.’
‘Is he, like, following you?’
‘I’m pretty sure he’s bloody following me. And some bastard turned over my gaff.’
‘What? Like the movies? That’s just mental.’
‘Tell me.’
‘Who do you think it is?’
I laid it all out for her: Billy’s murder; the Latvian girls; the death threat. I left nothing out. I gave her an ideal
