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Jessica remained silent.
โIโve been thinking about this all day, a little pinky, right? Or maybe an ear, or possibly just the lobe, or something a little more personal, say a nipple, yeah, a nipple would be good.โ
19.10. WALTER SMOTHERED his toasted bacon sandwiches in brown sauce and demolished them in double quick time. Maybe he should have made more; maybe he should have taken his time. They made him belch, but no matter, there was no one there to chide him over his table manners, though heโd have to watch that, letting standards slip was always a risk for anyone living alone, and he had no desire to enter the kingdom of slobdum.
While he was thinking of whether to make seconds, the mobile in his trousers did that tumbling down ringtone.
Pulled it out. Glanced at the screen.
DCS Wortley.
โBugger,โ said Walter, and he took the call.
19.12. BRINTON SET THE scissors in the centre of the desk and grinned.
โMaybe not a nipple, youโd look a bit lopsided with one nipple on, and one nipple off. Donโt suppose Johnny Chinaman would be too impressed either. So what Iโm going to do is give you a little cuddle, for old timeโs sake, another warm memory for you to take away, a little reminder of the fab time we have spent together,โ and he went round behind her and cupped his arms around her body and hugged her hard. Jessica didnโt move a muscle. Brinton blew on her hair, kissed her parting and said, โAnd after the cuddle, itโs cutting time.โ
19.25. WALTERโS CALL with Wortley had mercifully been brief... and disturbing. It had run along the lines of: Because YOU, meaning Walter, had signally failed to locate the key witness in the Barton brothers trial, the case had collapsed, the CPS convinced that it would be a huge trial at public expense, a trial the Crown would ultimately lose. Conclusion: quit while you are ahead. Donโt go there. Donโt spend the money. There would be other, better, opportunities to nail the Barton brothers. With people like that it was only a matter of time before theyโd give the police another opportunity to put them away forever. Everyone knew the Barton brothers would ultimately die in clink; that was a gimme. It was just a matter of time.
The conversation had ended with: โLooks like the Twelfth Apostle turned out to be nothing more than a fucking Judas.โ Probably the most ludicrous thing that anyone had ever said to Walter, he thought, though there was one other parting comment.
โExpect to see a Barton brother or two turning up on your turf anytime soon,โ a chilling thought, for Walter was well aware of what those charmers were capable of.
โBugger!โ said Walter aloud, after Wortley had gone. He ambled back into the kitchen and dumped the plates in the sink, opened the cupboard and dragged out two cans of stout, squished one open and paused and sipped, and returned to the sitting room, where he had intended on dreaming up some killer questions for Donald Rushnell, but when he sat down, sipping and swallowing and thinking and fidgeting, all he could really think about was an angry Barton brother, or two, turning up on his doorstep, and he didnโt even have a firearm in the house, and while he was considering that unsettling thought, his mind returned to Jessica Stone.
โWhere are you, Jess?โ he said aloud. โWhere the hell are you?โ
19.40. WHEN HEโD ENJOYED enough โactionโ Brinton reluctantly let go of his very own supermodel. Went back round the desk and picked up the scissors. Did a passable Jack Nicholson impression, said: โItโs cutting time!โ
19.50. KAREN PICKED up Gregโs cleared plate and took it to the sink and washed and dried it and put it away. She hated anything untidy hanging around, especially dirty dishes. Made it her mission in life to obliterate such things whenever and wherever they appeared. Sheโd make some man a fantastic wife, and Greg Orlando wasnโt the first guy to note that. He was beginning to get ideas, and not just for that evening either.
She returned to the table with two low fat yoghurts and two tiny spoons and slid one across the table.
โTa,โ he said, making a real meal of ripping the foil top off.
โYouโll never guess what,โ she said.
โWhat?โ
โMrs West has signed the papers.โ
โWhat! The Future Growth papers?โ
Karen grinned and nodded.
โNo!โ
โSure has, paid the money and everything.โ
โThatโs fantastic, Karen, wait till I tell Kit!โ
It isnโt all about Kit, she wanted to say, but for some reason she didnโt.
โThe thing is, Iโm thinking of tearing up the contracts.โ
โWhat! Donโt be so stupid! The best person you could ever recruit, and youโre thinking of turning her down? Have you lost your marbles?โ
โSheโs my boss, Greg, and if anything goes wrong...โ and she left that thought lying hard in the air.
โNothing is going to go wrong! Youโve seen how successful everyone is. Think positively for once! Nothing at all. Think of all the people she could introduce. I canโt believe youโve landed her, hooked a real big fish there, my God, that is amazing, Iโm so proud of you.โ
Karen bobbed her head, but the anxiousness would not go away. She opened her yoghurt and took half a teaspoonful.
19.59. JUN WOO TRIED to turn over. Couldnโt manage it. Breathed out heavily, wondered what the hell she had got herself into, literally. She was cold, hungry, thirsty, and most alarmingly, pained, all over, and the worst thing was, it was forever getting worse, and sheโd guessed she would be there now until at least the morning. Still, it could have been worse, she pondered, she could have been enduring what Fenfang Dong was going through, and that thought made her shiver. If nothing else, she had to get out of there for Fenfangโs sake.
20.00. IN THE WRENBURY house, Kit Napoleon was sitting down to dinner opposite
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