the mention of Dolly. You didn’t show vulnerability in front of people like Gary, they’d eat you whole. She
knew that.
The club was starting to come to life: lights flicking on over the bar, doormen arriving, giggles and chatter from girls heading to the dressing room to get ready for the evening. There was a
female cleaner working late, moving in and out of the chainmail curtains over to the right of the room, pushing a vacuum cleaner. There was a smell of lavender polish in the air.
‘So how’s business?’ she asked, looking back at Gary.
‘Good,’ he said, and his eyes were wary.
‘A private word?’
‘About what?’
Annie looked pointedly at Caroline, clinging on to him like ivy on a wall.
Gary stared at Annie for a moment, unblinking. Then he patted Caroline on the backside and said: ‘See you at six thirty, babe. OK?’
Caroline gave Annie one last look and moved off toward the door. Then Gary said, ‘Gimme a moment,’ to Annie and followed Caroline’s wiggling leather-wrapped arse over to where
the doormen were standing. He saw Caroline out the door with a peck on the cheek, then spoke to the men there. One of them handed him a newspaper. After a couple of minutes, he headed back to
Annie. ‘Come on up to the office,’ he said, and turned to lead the way.
26
Once inside the office, Gary went around the desk and sat down. He gestured for Annie to sit, too. She did. They could hear the DJ firing up his decks now, could hear Queen
thrumming up through the floor, Freddie Mercury’s superb voice singing ‘A Kind of Magic’.
‘So what’s on your mind?’ he asked her, throwing the paper on to the desk.
Annie glanced at the front page. O. J. Simpson had been charged with the murder of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Lyle Goldman outside the Simpson home. And a hacker had been charged for wire
and computer fraud. It all seemed removed from reality, about a million miles away.
Gary looked pissed off to see her. His loyalty was to Max; they’d been part of the same gang since school. For as long as she could remember, Gary had despised her. Gary screwed women but
hated and mistrusted all of them – and he viewed any deep involvement with them as foolish. Annie wondered if Caroline knew that yet. Well, she’d find out. Gary had always seen Annie in
particular as a female bloodsucker, a vampire who would draw the life out of Max, weakening and sapping him. Well,
fuck
Gary.
‘You’ve been phoning Max a lot lately,’ she said, by way of openers.
‘Have I?’ He leaned back in his chair, linked his hands behind his head, very casual, and stared at her with that pale blue unblinking gaze.
‘Yes, you have. And I’d like to know, about what.’
Now he was smiling, a flash of teeth that was more like a snarl than anything else. ‘You better ask Max, not me.’
‘I can’t,’ said Annie.
‘Why’s that then?’
‘Because Max has gone somewhere. Left with no explanation.’ Annie leaned forward in her chair, her eyes holding his to emphasize her point. ‘He’s just
gone
. Said
he had stuff to do, and took off. I don’t know where to or for what reason, but what I
do
know is that he’s had a lot of calls from you lately. And so the question remains
– what’s he been talking to you about?’
Gary straightened and shrugged. ‘This and that,’ he said.
‘Yeah? Can you be more specific?’
‘Private stuff. You know. Man to man.’
Annie nodded slowly. ‘Private? Well, we’re married, Max and me, so I think you should make an exception.’ Her eyes were hard dark green pebbles as they held his. ‘So tell
me what the
fuck
is going on, Gary, will you?’
‘Hey.’ The smile dropped from his face. He sat up straight and leaned both hands on the desk and stared into her eyes. ‘Don’t come in here flinging your weight about. I
run this place for Max, not you.’
‘You run it for both of us, Gary. I told you. We’re married. Joined at the hip.’
‘Yeah,
knew that.
The club was starting to come to life: lights flicking on over the bar, doormen arriving, giggles and chatter from girls heading to the dressing room to get ready for the evening. There was a
female cleaner working late, moving in and out of the chainmail curtains over to the right of the room, pushing a vacuum cleaner. There was a smell of lavender polish in the air.
‘So how’s business?’ she asked, looking back at Gary.
‘Good,’ he said, and his eyes were wary.
‘A private word?’
‘About what?’
Annie looked pointedly at Caroline, clinging on to him like ivy on a wall.
Gary stared at Annie for a moment, unblinking. Then he patted Caroline on the backside and said: ‘See you at six thirty, babe. OK?’
Caroline gave Annie one last look and moved off toward the door. Then Gary said, ‘Gimme a moment,’ to Annie and followed Caroline’s wiggling leather-wrapped arse over to where
the doormen were standing. He saw Caroline out the door with a peck on the cheek, then spoke to the men there. One of them handed him a newspaper. After a couple of minutes, he headed back to
Annie. ‘Come on up to the office,’ he said, and turned to lead the way.
26
Once inside the office, Gary went around the desk and sat down. He gestured for Annie to sit, too. She did. They could hear the DJ firing up his decks now, could hear Queen
thrumming up through the floor, Freddie Mercury’s superb voice singing ‘A Kind of Magic’.
‘So what’s on your mind?’ he asked her, throwing the paper on to the desk.
Annie glanced at the front page. O. J. Simpson had been charged with the murder of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Lyle Goldman outside the Simpson home. And a hacker had been charged for wire
and computer fraud. It all seemed removed from reality, about a million miles away.
Gary looked pissed off to see her. His loyalty was to Max; they’d been part of the same gang since school. For as long as she could remember, Gary had despised her. Gary screwed women but
hated and mistrusted all of them – and he viewed any deep involvement with them as foolish. Annie wondered if Caroline knew that yet. Well, she’d find out. Gary had always seen Annie in
particular as a female bloodsucker, a vampire who would draw the life out of Max, weakening and sapping him. Well,
fuck
Gary.
‘You’ve been phoning Max a lot lately,’ she said, by way of openers.
‘Have I?’ He leaned back in his chair, linked his hands behind his head, very casual, and stared at her with that pale blue unblinking gaze.
‘Yes, you have. And I’d like to know, about what.’
Now he was smiling, a flash of teeth that was more like a snarl than anything else. ‘You better ask Max, not me.’
‘I can’t,’ said Annie.
‘Why’s that then?’
‘Because Max has gone somewhere. Left with no explanation.’ Annie leaned forward in her chair, her eyes holding his to emphasize her point. ‘He’s just
gone
. Said
he had stuff to do, and took off. I don’t know where to or for what reason, but what I
do
know is that he’s had a lot of calls from you lately. And so the question remains
– what’s he been talking to you about?’
Gary straightened and shrugged. ‘This and that,’ he said.
‘Yeah? Can you be more specific?’
‘Private stuff. You know. Man to man.’
Annie nodded slowly. ‘Private? Well, we’re married, Max and me, so I think you should make an exception.’ Her eyes were hard dark green pebbles as they held his. ‘So tell
me what the
fuck
is going on, Gary, will you?’
‘Hey.’ The smile dropped from his face. He sat up straight and leaned both hands on the desk and stared into her eyes. ‘Don’t come in here flinging your weight about. I
run this place for Max, not you.’
‘You run it for both of us, Gary. I told you. We’re married. Joined at the hip.’
‘Yeah,
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