The Necessary Death of Lewis Winter (Glasgow Trilogy) (22 page)

He’s paused longer than he should have. ‘Glen, how are you?’

‘Not bad, not bad. Keeping the wolves from the door, you know how it is. How’s tricks with you?’

Weird to hear him being so chummy, like they’re pals. Calum’s remembering all the stories he’s heard about Davidson. About his temper. That woman he put in hospital. Someone
said that a girlfriend got pregnant and he punched it out of her. Might not be true. No evidence. He’s the kind of gorilla that these stories attach themselves to.

‘Same old, same old. What can I do for you?’

In other words, say something to justify phoning me. Piss or get off the pot. This is becoming a nervous call, and Calum doesn’t like that.

‘Are you keeping busy?’ Davidson asks.

Calum pauses. An offer of work? Why would Glen Davidson be looking for someone else for a job? Maybe to go along as partner, but he wouldn’t look to Calum as a first port of call for
that.

‘Run off my feet,’ Calum’s saying. ‘Haven’t got a spare minute in the day.’

‘I hear that. I’ll leave you to it. We should go out for a drink sometime, in the future.’

‘Sure thing,’ Calum’s saying, knowing it’ll never happen.

Now he’s pacing around the flat, thinking about the call. Paranoia is a terrible thing, but it doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. In this business, paranoia has been
known to be a lifesaver. Glen-bloody-Davidson. It’s worth being nervous about strange phone calls from him. Worth being nervous about him at any time. The TV’s still on mute. The F1
cars are going round in their merry circles in silence. The rest of the world has ceased to exist for Calum. It’s now shrunk to a size just big enough to fit him and Glen Davidson.

Look back through your history. Have you done any work with Davidson or anything that might step on his toes? No, never. Always kept a safe distance. You always keep distance from other gunmen.
You don’t get in their way, they don’t get in yours. Unwritten rule. Maybe he wanted you to help him on a two-man job. You have a good reputation amongst other gunmen. They know you can
do the job. They know you can be trusted. No, not likely. There are so many other people Davidson would turn to first. One of them would have said yes before he got to Calum. Davidson’s been
in the business long enough to have better options than Calum.

There’s that one horrible, ugly, looming possibility. He was laying down a little test for you. He wants to know if you’ve done any job recently. He thinks you might have been behind
a job and he wants to find out for sure. It could only be Winter. What reason would that ape have for investigating Winter’s death? They weren’t working together, as far as you know. Or
maybe they were. Maybe they were working for the same person. Maybe this person that Jamieson hinted was planning to work with Winter has found out. This person employs Davidson. Dear Mr Davidson,
please find out which of the people in your business hit Mr Winter. Then what? Do they just want a name? They might want revenge. They might want to send a message to Jamieson.

So what do you do, hotshot? The temptation is to rush and tell Young or Jamieson. They’ll need to know eventually. Not yet. You don’t know anything yet. All you know is that Davidson
called you. You don’t know why. Don’t leap headlong into assumptions. Never clever. Don’t contact them until you need to. You’re putting two and two together and coming up
with a range of numbers. It might be innocent; it could be that Davidson’s looking to make new connections. People do that. They call you up out of the blue because they think they might want
to use you in the future. He might be trying to position himself. Maybe make himself look important by working with as many other gunmen as possible. It might be that he wants to get close to
Jamieson. People can see that he’s the coming man, so they want to work for him. Davidson knows you’ve worked for Jamieson in the past, so maybe he knows that you’re working for
him again.

It may be that he’s on the way round to kill you. He calls you up and works out that you’ve recently done a job. He knows that you’re at home. He’s going to guess that a
pro of your quality won’t have a weapon in the flat. He knows you live alone. Easy target. A fast answer to Jamieson. We stepped on your toes. You killed our man. Look how quickly we killed
yours. Impressive, aren’t we? Found out who did it and killed him off, inside a couple of days. This is what you’re up against, big fellow. You’re up against people who know how
to get the job done.

Most gunmen wouldn’t want to rush a job like that, but sometimes you don’t have a choice. Sometimes you go where you’re told because the alternative is no job at all. Sometimes
the alternative is worse than that. So you go and you rush it, and you make the best of the circumstances you encounter. You don’t enjoy it, but that’s how it has to happen. Sometimes
it’s the only way. This might be one of those occasions. For Davidson’s employers to make the best impact on Jamieson, they’ll want you dead as soon as possible. Calum’s
over at the window, looking out into the street. Just like one of those pathetic old lags who have been in and out of jail, living on their nerves, terrified of every sound and shadow.

Wait. Pause. Think about this a second. Does the person employing Davidson even want a war with Jamieson? Maybe not. Maybe they want a good patch to sell gear on – everyone does –
but that doesn’t mean they want a war. You get people who invade another person’s patch only because they think they can get away with it. They think the guy they’re pissing off
won’t bother fighting back. Too much effort. Too much risk. Bigger fish to fry. People try their luck and fail. Jamieson hits Winter to send out the message. The message is learned and the
people back off. Then why have Davidson call you up at all? Damn, can’t get away from that.

It’s scary and nervy because it’s unexpected. They should have warned him that this could happen. They should have said what level of threat this job carried. Maybe they didn’t
know. It wasn’t entirely obvious that they even knew who Winter was planning to work with. Stop pacing the flat, for God’s sake, you’re tiring yourself out. Sit down, calm down
and think rationally. You need to get a message to Jamieson somehow, let them know that they ought to be concerned. You find an indirect route, let them know, and then see how it plays out. You
stay vigilant, but you don’t do anything stupid.

He presses the button on his mobile to hang up and looks across the room. ‘Yeah, it was him all right. No doubt. Thought it would be. I’ll bet Frank MacLeod
recommended him for it. He’s always thought the sun shined out of that boy’s arse.’

Shug, sitting on the couch in his den, nods his head. ‘Okay, so we go after this MacLean. I want it done quick. I want people to know it got done quick.’

Davidson is shrugging. ‘Sure. I can do it tonight – makes no difference.’ He’s pausing; there’s something else he wants to say. He’s picking his words because
this is virgin territory for him. Shug’s new to this, might not know how it works. But he’s got money, and he could be a regular employer, doesn’t have a gunman of his own. Guide
him through it, carefully. ‘Thing about MacLean is, he’s always been freelance. If he’s still freelance, then hitting him isn’t going to harm Jamieson, you know.’

Shug and his right-hand man Fizzy are the only others in the room. Fizzy’s said almost nothing beyond hello. Shug’s watching Davidson, nodding in the right places, seeming like
he’s taking the advice on board.

‘You don’t think we should go after MacLean?’ Shug’s asking.

‘That ain’t what I’m saying,’ Davidson is saying sharply. He’s in danger of talking himself out of a job here. That won’t do at all. ‘No, no, I’m
just saying if he’s freelance, then you can’t expect Jamieson to fall apart over it. But he might not be freelance. Might be on a short-term contract sort of thing. What with old Frank
being out of commission. I bet Frank picked MacLean as his replacement. You get rid of MacLean, and that’s Jamieson down to third choice. Does make him look weak, like he can’t hold
onto a good thing.’

Shug’s still nodding in all the right places. He’s noted how quickly Davidson changed his tune when the possibility of losing the job came along. All about the money. No friendship
here. No bond. Not someone he’s ever going to feel comfortable working with. Fizzy was right, they should have found someone they liked and trusted and taken them on full-time. Too late now.
They need to act quickly, and Davidson is the best option available at short notice.

‘You can do it tonight?’

‘Sure,’ Davidson is shrugging, making every effort to look nonchalant. ‘I’ll be keeping it as simple as possible – nothing too clever. Get in, get him dead, get
out. Shouldn’t be too tough. Just need to make sure he’s at home first.’

It’s a lesson. Getting the right people is important for every job, even if it’s just a one-off. You don’t just grab the easiest available person; you plan ahead so that you
have access to the best when you need them. They’ll get better at it, with experience. Jamieson had Frank MacLeod for many years, and when Frank wasn’t available, he knew immediately
who to go for. The benefit of being an insider. In the future they’ll research it better, get a better option than Davidson. They’ll be insiders too.

‘So you know how you’ll do it?’

‘Oh, aye,’ Davidson says, hinting that it’s a stupid question. ‘Break the lock, get in fast, catch him in his bed. I’ll go about two in the morning. I’ll use
a knife. Quieter. With any luck, nobody will find him until late tomorrow, maybe later than that. As long as I get away unseen.’

It’s a spur-of-the-moment decision. Davidson will hate it, Fizzy too, but Shug can see he wants the money. Lead him into it. He’ll reluctantly accept.

‘You know this MacLean at all?’

‘A bit,’ Davidson’s saying, and there’s a sneering look on his face. ‘Don’t think much of him. I mean, I’m sure he’s good at the job, but
he’s a stuck-up little prick. Met him a couple of times, hardly said a word, behaved like he was better than me. That’s his way. Supposed to be a quiet little smartarse. A lot of people
like that in a gunman, someone with no mouth. Fair enough, I can see why they would. Makes him seem a safer bet. Means he’s hardly got any friends in the business, though,’
Davidson’s saying, enjoying the sound of his own voice. ‘That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about. Won’t be a queue of people wanting revenge.’

He’s stopped talking now that he realizes how long he’s gone on. Shug saying nothing. Looking across at him, a thoughtful look on his friendly face.

‘I want Fizzy to go with you,’ he’s saying out of nothing.

Davidson’s shocked, but he does a respectable job of hiding it. Fizzy, on the other hand, doesn’t. He’s turned his head and half-raised a hand before he controls himself, but
at least he hasn’t said anything.

‘You sure that’s wise?’ Davidson’s asking, keeping it friendly. ‘I’m guessing he doesn’t have a lot of experience at this. To be honest, I don’t
have much experience of working with a spare wheel.’ There’s a patronizing tone in there. Shug hasn’t done things like this before, so he needs to be told. It’s to be
expected that he should make a few little misjudgements; he just needs to be steered right.

There’s a little smile running across Shug’s face. Davidson’s seen it before in others. It’s a smile that says I’m right and you’re wrong, and even if
I’m wrong, you’re going to agree with me.

‘I’m not saying that he should go in with you, not at all. He picks you up, drives you to MacLean. You won’t find a better driver than Fizzy anywhere. You go in and do the job.
Fizzy drives you back to wherever you want to go. It would make me feel more comfortable. It would make the whole situation a little clearer to me. Give me a better understanding. I know it’s
unconventional, but I don’t think it’ll be any problem, will it?’

It’s a question that demands a quick answer. ‘No, I guess not,’ Davidson’s saying. They both know it’s because Shug doesn’t trust him. It’s an
unpleasant start to a relationship.

First thing, kill MacLean. Easy enough. Just a kid. Might be good at the job, but he doesn’t have Davidson’s experience. Killing him is the easy bit. The aftermath will be more
difficult. Jamieson will want to be seen getting revenge. That scheming bastard John Young will come up with something. That’s who Shug should be going after. Stop pissing about further down
the food chain and go for the right-hand man. That would make Jamieson look vulnerable. Instead, it’s a short-term replacement for Frank MacLeod. And when Frank gets back, guess who his
number-one target will be. That’s the bit to worry about. Frank is still one dangerous hombre. Shug could be worth it, though. Take Jamieson’s patch, build on it, watch the money roll
in. Could be very lucrative.

Out of the house, back in his own car. Cursing Shug Francis. This could be so much easier if Shug would listen to good advice when he got it. But no, he has to be like all the others. He has to
be the boss, and only his opinion is allowed to matter. Whoever heard of the boss’s right-hand man going along on a job? It’s a bloody embarrassment, that’s what it is. As long as
Fizzy stays in the car, doesn’t get in the way. As long as he doesn’t drive off without Davidson and leave him stranded. No reason why he would, but you don’t trust easily in this
business. If he’s going to make money out of Shug in the future, then he’s going to have to earn his trust, get pally with him. Boring.

The taxi driver is a fucking idiot. Knows nothing. He can remember picking them up and dropping them off, but it seems like he’s the only person in the world who drives
with his eyes shut. He’s obviously bullshitting. Fisher struggles to keep his patience in check. The guy knows that a serious crime has happened, that it’s to do with the underworld.
He’s keeping his mouth shut, in case he says anything that gets him called as a witness. Nobody wants to be seen going into court to act as a witness against gangland people. Fear of
reprisals. People keep their mouths shut even when they might hold the key to a case.