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“Why? Whaddya want?”

“I’ll tell you if you let us come in.”

Da

“We don’t need one. We just want to talk.”

A figure appeared behind Da

“Fuck off, Nadia,” Da

Nadia made a face at his back, turned and shambled away.

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve come here disturbing my rest for,” he said. “I’ve not done anything wrong.”

“Spare us the poor, wronged-youth act, Da

Da

“Someone else has. I wouldn’t waste my time. Listen, Da

“Look, you told me…”

“I told you what, Da

“Never mind.”

“I’ve never spoken to you before in my life,” Banks said, gently easing Da

“Just a few questions, Da

“I’ve always cooperated with you in the past, haven’t I?”

“Like I said, I’ve never clapped eyes on you before in my life, but I’m sure your conduct has been exemplary,” Banks said. “Let’s keep it that way. Perhaps you might answer one or two little questions? Mind if we sit down?”

Da

“No,” said A

Da

“Course you can,” said Banks. “It is a bit nippy in here.”

Da

“Just routine,” said Banks. “We’ve sort of developed a habit of not letting suspects out of our sight.”

Suspect? You said this wasn’t about drugs.”

“Get dressed, Da

Nadia lay in bed in the half-dark with the sheets and blanket pulled right up to her chin. “What’s going on, Da

“Go to sleep, Nadia. This won’t take long.” Da

“What were you wearing on Thursday night?” Banks asked.

“Thursday? Du

“I’d like to see.”

“Whatever it was, it’ll likely still be in the laundry basket over there. Nadia takes care of all that shit.” He glared over at Nadia. “When she can be bothered.”

“Oh, Da

The laundry basket was only half full. “Got a plastic bag, Da





“Very fu

“Nicely.” Banks filled it with the clothes from the laundry basket, then followed Da

When they had all sat down, Banks asked, “Did you hear about the boat fire just south of town?”

“I might have heard something in the pub last night. Why?”

“Two people died in that fire,” said A

“That’s a tragedy, but it’s nothing to do with me.”

“You think not?” A

Da

“It isn’t, Da

“That fire was nothing to do with me. I wasn’t even near the place. Nadia and me was down in Leeds till yesterday evening.”

“Picking up more smack to sell this weekend?”

Da

“Getting the itch, are you?” Banks asked.

“You don’t think I use that shit myself, do you?”

“Look,” A

“I don’t know who it was, do I? Wait a minute.” He looked from one to the other. “There was nothing wrong with that shit. Nobody overdosed on that stuff. It was well cut.”

“So you did?”

“Where’s this going?”

A

“I didn’t know that. I mean, I hardly even knew her. Poor kid.”

“But if you supplied the heroin, Da

“You’re not sticking me with that. No way.” He folded his arms.

“It’s a matter of culpability, Da

“That’s a load of bollocks and you know it,” said Da

“It’s the law.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll wait to hear what my brief has to say about that, won’t we?” He picked up a mobile phone from the coffee table. Before he could dial a number, Banks slapped it out of his hand and it bounced on the hardwood floor into the corner by the stereo.

“Hey, if you’ve broken that…” Da

“Now, you wait-”

“No. You wait a minute, Da