Hearts of Stone (21 page)

Authors: Mark Timlin

BOOK: Hearts of Stone

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I went back to Kylie. âJesus,' she said, âDid you ever see anything like that?'

âNot until now,' I said over the keening of the wind. âDon't you think you'd better get that back-up now? I'm sure Derek will let you use his phone.'

Derek was still where we'd left him, hands in the air, looking in horror at the remains of his ex-boss. Kylie grabbed him, and together they went through the restaurant in the direction of his office.

I retrieved the empty Colt Commander I'd dropped, then sifted through the debris around the table and found the gun that Jools had used to kill Gregor and Fanny. I'd been right. They were identical. I checked the serial numbers: they were consecutive. The one Jools had brought was the higher number. Just like Chiltern had said. I went to look at the rest of the damage that had been done. The two security men were alive, but barely. Billy and Barry were both deceased. I wondered if I'd ever find out which one was which. Likewise dead were Fanny, Gregor and Kaplan's minder.

Jools was sitting in a corner. She'd pulled herself up into a sitting position with her back against a wall. Amazingly she was still alive, but I could tell she too was dying. Her skin was almost transparent, the colour of fresh milk, and clammy-looking. She was holding on to the wound above her breast with both hands, as if to keep her life inside intact. But they were scarlet with blood and it was still seeping through her fingers, and had soaked the bodice of her white dress.

âCold,' she said. âIt's so cold in here.'

It was true that the temperature had dropped like a stone when the window went, but I didn't think that was the kind of cold she was feeling. I took off my jacket and draped it round her shoulders.

âAre they dead?' she asked in a small voice.

âWhich ones in particular?'

âThat bastard Gregor and his tart.'

âYeah. You did for them. Why, Jools? Why did you do it?'

âRemember that party?' she asked. âAt Brady's house.'

I nodded.

âAfter Roy hit me, I went upstairs. She was there. Fanny. Wanted to be my friend. Telling me what bastards men are, as if I didn't know. She told me that if I wanted to get back at him I was to get in touch.'

âAnd you did.'

âYes â after you dropped me off that day. Gregor knew there was a deal going down, I only had to find out where the meet was going to be and let him know.'

âChrist, Jools. You shouldn't have done that,' I said.

âI know. I know she was just using me. I didn't know anyone was going to get killed. I just wanted them to steal the stuff. Hit Roy where it hurt.'

âAnd you did.'

âShe told me to go back to Roy. Tell him I was sorry. Beg his forgiveness. You know the sort of thing. It worked, too. He was a sucker for all that.' She coughed and I saw blood in her mouth. âHe slapped me around a bit, then forgot all about it. He didn't care really. As long as I was there, like a piece of property. Then I spied on him. I was quite good at it. I found out where the meet was going to be, and told Gregor.' She started to cry. âI loved him really,' she said.

âI know,' I said. âI know you did.' I showed her the gun she'd used. âWhere did you get this?' I asked.

It took a moment to register, then she remembered. âPat Hughes got it. He bought two of them off a mate. A pair. They'd been nicked from somewhere.' Her voice was getting smaller, and I could hardly hear for the roar of the wind entering the broken window. âHe gave one to Roy. It was like a joke. No, not a joke. You know what I mean. Partners with matching guns. Like twins.'

âI know what you mean,' I said.

âIt was in his drawer. I never fired a gun before today.'

âYou did all right,' I said.

âWhy do you want to know?' she asked.

âI got hold of the other one. The one Hughes kept.'

âHow? Where?'

âSomeone used it to shoot a copper a while back.'

âThat sounds like Patsy Hughes. He always was a mad bastard.'

âHow did you know Gregor would be here tonight?' I asked.

âThat bitch told me. She thought I wanted some money. I couldn't take money, Nick, you know that. It was the last straw really. Her offering me money.'

âI know,' I said.

âBut what about you?' she asked. âWhat were you doing here? And who were you with?'

âLong story,' I said.

âAren't they all,' she replied, and her face twisted in pain. She was going fast. She opened her mouth and a great bubble of blood and saliva formed between her lips. She was dying, and taking it hard, and there was nothing I could do. She let go of her chest and grabbed my arm to pull me close. I went. The bubble in her mouth kept bursting and reforming, only to burst again as she tried to speak, and tiny drops of blood spattered on to her face and mine.

âNick,' she said with great effort. âWe couldâ¦' And that was the last thing she ever said. She slumped back against the wall and lay still.

I wondered what she'd wanted to say, but I'd never know.

I took her hand off my arm, laid it back across the wound and tucked my jacket more securely round her.

A moment later Kylie came back through the restaurant and said, âThere'll be ambulances here in a minute.'

âToo late for her,' I said, and went looking for a packet of cigarettes.

This ebook published in 2015

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