Smudge?â
âYou know what she was like. âItâs so comfy riding in a Porsche, Smudge. Itâs so quiet, Smudgy. Everything matches, Smudgster.â Just Chloe-speak, Garv. Like a fantasy.â
Garvie thought for a moment. âWhat about Thursday night? Anyone know where she was?â
Smudge shook his head. âThe one question of theirs I couldnât answer, to be fair. Word is she was down Market Square, at some bar. The Black Cat. I donât know.â
âFelix?â
âApparently she said she was going to Jessâs, but she never.â
âAnd Friday afternoon?â
Smudge shrugged. âTaking it easy, probably. Friday afternoons I like to go home for a nap. You know, before going out. I need my beauty sleep.â
Felix said, âYou need more than a nap, my friend. You need to sleep for a thousand years.â
âWhatâs your theory, Garv? Know what I reckon?â
âWhat do you reckon, Smudge?â
âI reckon a vagrant done it. One of them drifters sleeping rough at Four Winds.â
âVery likely.â
âYeah, but this is the best bit. Not any old vagrant. Her dad. Her real dad.â
âHer real dadâs been dead ten years, Smudge.â
âYeah, but come back. From the dead.â
Felix chipped in. âYeah. âCause heâs been in hiding.â
âThatâs it. In Bolivia, or Kathmandu, or maybe down the Town Road, you know, above a shop.â
ââCause heâs a drugs baron.â
âAnd a zombie. And heâs come back to ... claim his daughter.â
âAnd he shows her the tattoo on his wrist, to prove it to her.â
âYeah, yeah. Tattoo of a llama, like they have in ... wherever heâs been.â
âYeah. But she fights back.â
âSo he kills her.â
âKills her dead.â
âI reckon thatâs how it happened.â Smudge coughed modestly. âWhat do you think, Garv?â
Garvie took his time finishing his Benson and Hedges, and flicked the butt into the long grass, and said, âMacAttack is a teacher.â
There was a long pause while Smudge and Felix looked at each other.
âSo?â
âSo he doesnât drive a Porsche.â
âYeah, but all that about a Porsche isââ
âLetâs pretend for a second itâs just as likely as the llama-tattooed zombie real-dad theory.â
âI think youâre pushing it, but all right.â
âMacAttack doesnât drive a Porsche, so where would Chloe go to find one? Where would she go to meet some rich young tosser with a Porsche?â
âActually, thatâs pretty simple,â Smudge said. âThatâs easy, that one. Imperium, innit? Down the casino. Plenty of rich tossers in their shiny Porsches down there.â
Garvie smiled. âSmudge, my friend. Youâre a genius. In disguise.â
Smudge went pink and spent a long time examining his feet, and when he lifted his head, saying, âYeah, but what do you think about theââ Garvie was already halfway down the slope towards C Block.
15
AT FIRST ABDUL didnât recognize him. He was out of his cab, opening the back door and letting him in with all his usual little clicks and murmurings of politeness when he suddenly stopped.
âMy Garvie! Is you?â
âThe same.â
âMy Garvie man, what have they do to you?â
They had put him in a single-cuff Jil Sander shirt, vaguely purple, a black dandy jacket by Acne, some Ralph Lauren stretch chinos, also black, and a pair of black brogues. They had hung fake-gold bling from his wrists and neck, and had gelled his hair into shapes undreamed of even by Mr Whippy. And they had wrapped around his face a pair of nearly genuine Ray Bans, acquired â no one knew how â by Felix.
âItâs what they call dress code,â Garvie said.
Abdul made high-pitched clucking noises of disapproval.
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