sat opposite me, gin and tonic on the table in front of her. She looked at me with wide empty eyes.
I blinked. She was gone. The pain wasnât.
I was into the Hâs by now. I dialled another number.
Something happened. The phone in my pocket vibrated. I pulled it out and looked at it. It took me a moment to realize the phone belonged to this Derek character, and Iâd just dialled his number. I had him. Or, at least, I had an abbreviation of what I thought was his name: HAY. That was something, but not enough. Too many names started HAY. If it was his name. I remembered the phone call Iâd answered from Derekâs wife or girlfriend. I still had her number. I went to the public phone in the corner of the pub, fed in some coins and dialled the number. I recognized her voice when she answered. Some of the concern had gone from it now, but it was still wary. I said, âIâm trying to reach Derek Hayâ¦â
I paused, like I was fumbling with an address book or something.
She said, âHayward.â
âYeah, Derek Hayward. Is he there?â
âNo. May I ask whoâs calling?â
âIs this his wife?â
âYes.â
âDo you know where I can find him?â
There were some seconds of silence. Then the line went dead.
I had his name, though. Now I was looking for Derek Hayward, who mustâve been admitted to a hospital within the last few hours. Unless he was dead.
I started calling the hospitals. There was nothing. No Derek Haywards. I tried the pubâs phone book and directory enquiries. I had a home number, so if any of the D. Haywards theyâd given me had been the right one, Iâd have known. I tried different spellings of Hayward, and different initials, in case Derek was a middle name or something. After a couple of hours I still had nothing. By now, the pub had cleared and my head was thick with pain. I couldnât think straight. I quitted the pub and drove back to Browneâs.
When Browne saw me, he said, âYouâre still alive, then.â
He didnât bother to ask if my head hurt. He just handed me a couple of his knockout pills.
The last time heâd seen me, Eddie and his men were taking me to see Dunham.
âTrouble?â he said.
âHuh?â
âFrom Eddie. Is it trouble?â
âItâs something.â
I downed the pills.
âI thought he was a friend of yours. Well, as much as you can have a friend.â
âHe works for Dunham.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means he doesnât have friends when Dunham wants something.â
âAnd what does Dunham want?â
âI donât know. Somethingâs going on. They want Paget.â
âThey want you to get Paget?â
âNo. They donât. They want him, but they want me out of the way.â
âWhy?â
It was a good question. Why?
I hit the sack and let the pills work on me.
She came to me again, in the dreams.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
One day, she said to me, âDo you think thereâs a god, Joe?â
It was late summer and still hot. Iâd taken her up the West End to see a film, and then we had a meal in Chinatown. She was wearing the dress Iâd bought for her at the market. I could see now that it was too small for her, too short on her tall body, and too tight. It clung to her and sheâd have to pull it down every now and then when it gathered. It would fit her to a T, the geezer in the market had said. Bastard. He mustâve seen me coming.
Brenda didnât complain.
Her skin was like black velvet against the dress which clung to her tall slim body so that she seemed unreal to me, a flowing thing, like she and the cotton were part of the same thing and a breeze would float her away. She held my hand. I was almost scared of touching her, scared that Iâd crush her.
After we ate, we wandered along Regent Street and Bond Street, Brenda stopping every five feet to
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