‘Don’t tell me you want it done here?’
‘Why not? It’s as good a place as any. In fact, better. Are you carrying?’
I was. A six-shot 2.2 I’d bought from Tomboy years back which I kept for emergencies only. I considered my current plight to be as close to an emergency as I was likely to get and I was fully prepared to use it to defend my liberty and maybe my life, although I didn’t like the idea of turning it on someone who presented no direct threat.
‘I am, but I don’t want to get it dirty. I need it for protection, and if I have to fire it again down the line I don’t want to have to worry about this thing getting back to me.‘
‘Don’t worry about that. No-one’s ever going to find the body.’
‘How can you be sure?’
‘Just take my word for it. It’s not going to be found.’ Have you got a silencer?’
‘Of course not. I wasn’t planning on carrying out any assassinations today, believe it or not.’
He shrugged. ‘No matter. The walls are thick in this place. It was built when things were made to last. No-one’ll hear anything.’
‘Raymond, for fuck’s sake. This sort of thing needs planning. I can’t just take someone out off the cuff. Not with ten minutes’ notice.’
He stood up and fixed me with a hard stare. ‘Of course you can. Think positive, Dennis. The problem with you is you’re too fucking negative about everything.’ He looked at his watch quickly. It was a Cartier or Rolex. Flash bastard. ‘Now we’ve got to get things sorted out. He doesn’t live too far away so he’ll be here soon.’
I started to say something but he shifted his bulk out of the chair and walked past me towards the door, leaving me no option but to follow. He strode purposefully down the hall and up to the front desk. Vincent was still there.
‘I’ve got some business that needs sorting, Frank, so I’m going to have to shut up shop. We’re not expecting any deliveries, are we?’
‘No, not today, Mr Keen,’ he answered in that funereal drawl of his.
‘Well, do me a favour and make yourself scarce, there’s a good man.’
He didn’t need asking twice. He’d obviously had to piss off at short notice before. I didn’t like the way he looked at Raymond either. There was fear in his expression. He knew things about Raymond he’d rather not know, that was my impression. He nodded, got his coat, and went out the door without another word.
‘So, how are we going to do this?’ Raymond said, looking about him for pointers. One word described his overall attitude: excited. He seemed genuinely excited at the prospect of committing murder. ‘Come on, Dennis. Help me out here.’
I thought about trying to reason with him but knew there was no point. I could have walked out and left him to it, but it wouldn’t have done me any good. One way or another, Raymond’s man was going to die, and at that moment I guessed that if I co-operated in his demise I might be helping myself at the same time.
‘The best thing is to put me on reception. When he arrives, I’ll let him in and tell him to go down to your office. He’ll go down, you’ll start talking, then I’ll come down and knock on the door. You’ll ask me to come in, so in I come. I’ll have a couple of coffees ready. I’ll put them down, you carry on talking to him, and when his back’s turned to me, I’ll shoot him.’
‘I don’t know, Dennis. I don’t really want it done in my office. Can’t you just do it in here?’
‘How?’
‘Well, either when he opens the door, or when you’ve directed him down the hall. Maybe you can just walk up behind him and pop him while he’s en route.’
I shook my head. ‘It wouldn’t work.’
‘Why not?’
‘Too risky. If he’s as nervous as you say he is, he’ll probably suspect something like that. He’ll be watching his back on the walk down to your office, and if I try anything, chances are it’ll fuck up. Same with shooting him when he walks in the door. There’s too much scope for failure. It’s got to be done in an enclosed place where he can’t escape.’
He nodded slowly, digesting my words. ‘All right, fair enough. But we’re going to have to do something about your clothes. You look far too casual to be working in a place of rest, even on a Saturday.’ He disappeared into one of the rooms off the hall and reappeared a few seconds later with a shirt and black tie. ‘That should fit,’ he said. ‘There’s nothing I can do about the jeans. Hopefully by the time Barry notices them he’ll be half a second away from a fully ventilated head.’
I took the gun out of my leather jacket pocket, removed the jacket and the sweatshirt I was wearing underneath, and chucked them down behind the reception desk, out of sight. I then hurriedly pulled on the shirt and tie and stuffed the gun down the back of my waistband. The shirt was a bit small and I couldn’t do the top button up – not without choking myself, anyway – but I didn’t suppose Barry would be paying too much attention.
‘You’ve got to sound very respectful when you speak as well. We’re very customer-orientated in this business. Try to talk slowly, and sound like you’re thinking about what you’re saying.’
‘I’ll see what I can do.’
I sat down behind the desk and lit a cigarette.
‘Blimey, Dennis, you can’t just sit there with a fag in your mouth. It doesn’t set the right fucking tone. Respectful, remember.’
‘It’s Saturday, and we’re not expecting punters. Call it a perk for having to work odd hours.’
He shook his head in an annoyed fashion, but let it go. ‘Right, let’s get this straight. You send
