was more glad than I can say that the tree was there.
I passed the tree and glanced towards my house. What I saw made me stumble and nearly fall. I regained my balance and took a couple of steps closer to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. Then I felt sick. The white UPVC of the lower half of the door was pocked with hundreds of little black puncture holes. The glass in the upper half was crazed and starred, no match for the close-range blast it had sustained. Whoever had terminated Cherie Roberts had left me their calling card.
Chapter 21
I wheeled round as fast as I could and nailed a smile on my face as I headed back towards Alexis and Davy, in a huddle looking at videos. ‘We might as well go in through Richard’s,’ I said, trying to sound breezy. ‘I’ve got some paperwork to do later, and that way you won’t have to worry about disturbing me.’
It didn’t entirely work. Alexis looked up sharply at the cracked note in my voice. ‘All right,’ she said casually. ‘His video’s just as good as yours, and we’re nearer the ice-cream there.’
I steered them up the path, carefully using my body to shield Davy from the sight of my front door. I needn’t have bothered; he was so engrossed in his chatter with Alexis that he didn’t even glance in that direction. She did, though, and I could see from the momentary tightening of her lips that she’d spotted the damage. I unlocked the door and Davy ran into the house ahead of us. ‘What the hell’s going on, KB?’ Alexis demanded.
‘Your guess is as good as mine,’ I hissed. ‘You think this happens all the time?’
Alexis put her arm round my shoulders and squeezed. ‘OK, sorry. But we need to get him out of here,’ Alexis murmured. ‘It’s not safe.’
‘You think I don’t know that? What can we do? Where can we take him?’ I asked.
‘I’ll pitch him into coming to the pictures, then I’ll take him back to our house. Fill him up with burgers and popcorn and let him crash out with us while you get this sorted out,’ she said softly.
‘Gee thanks,’ I said, my frustration bubbling up to the surface. ‘And how exactly do you suggest I go about that?’
‘Calm down, girl,’ Alexis protested. ‘I was talking about getting the door fixed, not solving the mysteries of the universe.’
I sighed. ‘Sorry. I’m kind of edgy, you know?’
Alexis put the other arm round my shoulders and gave me a quick hug. ‘I’ll go and get Davy before he gets stuck into one of those videos.’ She headed down the hall. I leaned against the wall and took some deep breaths, doing the mental relaxation exercises my Thai boxing coach taught me. I heard her say, ‘Hey, soft lad, you can’t watch a film without popcorn. Tell you what, why don’t we go to the proper pictures? Then we can go to the McDonald’s drive-in near my house and take the burgers back and watch your videos there.’
‘What are we going to go and see?’ Davy demanded.
‘Hang on a minute,’ Alexis said. She emerged from the living room and said, ‘Did I see the local freesheet scrunched up in the porch? They’ve got the multi-screen listings in, haven’t they?’
‘I think so,’ I said, exhaling the last of the twenty breaths.
Alexis moved past me and picked up the crumpled newspaper that had been stuffed gratuitously through Richard’s letter box some time over the weekend. ‘You know, I really object to trees being cut down so that rubbish can be dumped in my porch without my permission or invitation,’ I grumbled.
‘I hate freesheets too,’ Alexis said, flicking through the pages. ‘Because they get distributed to so many homes, advertising managers just lie about how many people read the bloody things, so local businesses spend their limited budgets advertising in wastepaper rather than taking an ad in the
‘Not that you’re biased or anything,’ I muttered. ‘Found the listing yet?’ As I spoke, a rumpled sheet of blue writing paper slid out from between the newspaper’s pages and fluttered to the floor.
‘Mmm,’ Alexis said, frowning in concentration as she moved back down the hall.
Absently, I bent down and picked up the paper. It was a sheet from a writing pad, folded in half. On the outside, in unfamiliar writing, I read: ‘Kate Brannigan’. Before I opened it, I knew what it was. I closed my eyes until the wave of nausea passed, then, slowly, apprehensively I unfolded it.
The hand was uncertain but perfectly legible. ‘Kate — I came round Monday afternoon but there was nobody in. I asked the boys where they got the transfers from, and they told me who’s handing them out. I spoke to the lad and found out where he’s getting them from, and there’s more to it than the drugs. You’re right, it shouldn’t be going on, and I’m going round tonight to tell him so. If you want to come with me, come to my flat about seven o’clock. Yours sincerely, Cherie.’
I slid down the wall till I was crouching in a tight bundle. I’d let Cherie down. I’d been so busy running around being a hero for Richard that I hadn’t made the time to check back with her. And now she was dead, all because I hadn’t managed to prevent her from sticking her head into a hornet’s nest.
I’d probably have stayed like that forever if I hadn’t heard wagons roll from the living room. Davy was shrieking with delight over some movie or other, Alexis’s rumble of enthusiasm a lower counterpoint. ‘Come on then, I’ll race you to the car,’ I heard her say. I forced myself into an upright position and I’d managed to find something approximating a smile by the time Davy was close enough to notice.
‘See you later, super troopers,’ I said as they passed at a run.
‘We’ll be at our house,’ Alexis said. ‘Phone Chris and tell her, would you? Only, don’t tell her why, she’ll only get fear of loss. I’ll tell her when she gets home.’
I watched them drive off in the car. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sorry to see Alexis leave. I pulled myself together with the assistance of a strong vodka and grapefruit juice and cut through the conservatory to my house. I didn’t think I was up to approaching from the front. What amazed me was that the place wasn’t crawling with police. But then, my bungalow’s on the end of the row. No one overlooks the front of it, and even though it’s got a postcode that whacks my insurance up into the stratosphere, it’s still the kind of area where people assume a loud bang is a backfire from one of the MOT failures that sit on bricks all over the council estate, and not the shoot-out at the OK Corral.
From the inside, the front door looked just about as lethal. Time to call in a favour. I rang the office, and told Shelley I was on my way in. ‘Oh, and Shelley? I’d like to make a contribution to your household budget.’
‘You what?’
‘I need a new front door. Pronto monto. I mean tonight. Can you get Ted to see to it?’ Ted Barlow is the man Shelley strenuously insists she’s not actually, technically, living with. They fell in love when he turned up in our office looking forlorn, with the bank about to foreclose on his conservatory business. While I was busy sorting out the mess, the pair of them gazed into each other’s eyes and whispered sweet nothings. Now Shelley’s got a conservatory that takes up a good half of her back garden, and Ted tends to answer her phone first thing in the morning.
‘What’s happened? Have you had a burglary?’
‘I wish,’ I said with feeling. ‘Unfortunately, it’s a little bit more personal than that. I’ll tell you all about it when I come in.’
‘What about a key? Shall I get him to come by the office and pick one up?’
I pictured the door. ‘I think a key’s a bit academic,’ I said. ‘If I can get the key in, I’ll leave the outside door unlocked, OK? So if it’s still locked, he’ll know just to kick it in.’ I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I was instructing someone to kick my door in? Sooner or later, somebody was going to pay for all this. For scaring me, for killing Cherie, for giving drugs to little kids.
I felt safer in the office. Illogical, I know, but fear and logic are hardly ever on speaking terms, never mind pals. I perched on the edge of the leather sofa in Bill’s office and told him all about the latest crisis. ‘I’m sorry to lay it all on you,’ I apologized, ‘but I need to talk it through.’
