Dylan smiled again. ‘Aye, you’re okay. The Chief sorted him out on that. Your girlfriend’s sister’s in Miles Grayson’s film, isn’t she?’
‘That’s right.’
‘Aye well, Sir James had a phone call last Monday evening, from Grayson. His secretary told me. She said that Grayson sounded really steamed up. The call lasted for about five minutes. When it was over, the Chief called Ricky in and sorted him out.’
I smiled at him. ‘See truth, eh? Stranger than fiction.
‘Here, Mike, did you ever find that fiver? The one that Prim spent.’
He laughed. ‘You bugger! Aye; at least we think we did. We checked everything in town that looked like a grocer, and eventually we found a Bank of Scotland Fiver torn in two and taped back together in a place off Broughton Street. Is that where she spent it?’
I shrugged my shoulders. ‘I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t with her all the time. What was your problem about that anyway?’
Dylan glowered. ‘The Chief started that panic off too. He did a snap inspection of CID. Some stupid bastard of a DC let slip about your girlfriend picking up the fiver and the old fella tore Ricky up in front of everyone. So when he’d gone, Ricky put the thumbscrews on me. I’ll tell you, if I hadn’t found it, I’d have been back in uniform.’
I shook my head at the poor dupe. He hadn’t even had the wit to take another fiver and cut it in half. I felt sorry for him. ‘Here’s a tip for you, then, to make up for it. Someone tried to kill my girlfriend’s sister the Sunday before last. Hit and run, up in Auchterarder. The trouble is, outside the family the only people who knew that she was there were the film crew, and the police.
‘We didn’t report it, because she’s in the movie and couldn’t stand the publicity. But just for fun, why don’t you check the car-hire companies and see whether anyone hired a medium-sized navy blue or black saloon, maybe a Mondeo, that day, then brought it back damaged, either very late at night or first thing next morning. I’ll bet you’ll find someone did, and that it was Linda Kane. Dig deeper and I think you’ll find that Ricky told her that Dawn was at her folks’ place.’
He looked at me, crest well fallen. ‘Cheers Mike,’ I said, and carried my tray back to the table.
And that was it. When we’d finished our drinks, Jan, Ellen and I had a mass exchange of car keys, then Prim and I went off for a reunion with the Nissan, which Jan had parked on the west side of Charlotte Square, only a hundred yards from the pub.
I was going to walk to Black and Muirton’s but Prim said, ‘No. Not with all that cash.’ So we drove round the square and off along George Street. I ask you, who ever finds a parking space in George Street in the middle of the afternoon? We were all the way down in Heriot Row before I spotted a vacant bay.
‘Right waste of time that was. I’ve got as far to walk back,’ I said, jerking on the handbrake, and reaching into the back seat for the satchel of cash.
It felt cold and hard against my ribs. Gun barrels do, being metal and all. When they’ve a big silencer on them, it’s even worse.
I looked into her eyes, saw myself reflected in them and knew what yet another word looked like. This time it was ‘incredulous’. It’s the look that comes with discovering that, however well you think you know someone, however close you are, you can never know them completely, never get completely inside their head.
‘I’m sorry, Oz,’ she said, quietly, almost tearfully, ‘but I just can’t let you.’
‘Prim.’ It came out as a croak. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, my lover, that you and I are not as alike as you think. I know that not once have you ever thought of the possibility of just holding on to all of that untraceable cash, and using it to shape the rest of our lives.
‘On the other hand, since I put those two bullets into old Rawdon, I’ve thought of nothing else. And even before then, the notion was more than tickling my fancy, it was giving me orgasms.’
I let go of the bag, dropping it back on to the seat. ‘Come on Prim. Isn’t a half-share of ninety thousand enough.’
She shook her head. ‘No it bloody well isn’t. I told you right at the start, five per cent wouldn’t do.’
I looked down at the gun. I don’t know much about safety catches, and I hadn’t a clue whether this one was on or off. I slipped my left hand round her shoulders but she pulled back, digging the silencer in even harder. ‘I mean it Oz. I can’t let you do it. We were nearly killed for that money, and I shot a man because of it. It’s gone past the stage of being someone’s possession. It’s a prize and we’ve won it.’
I looked at her, afraid to ask her just one question. ‘And would you shoot me to keep it?’ I’d seen enough lawyers in action to know that you never put a question to a witness unless you were certain of the answer.
So instead I said. ‘You really mean it?’
She nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said, in a quiet voice.
‘You’re saying you want us to tell Archer that someone beat us to it, then take all of this untraceable money and bugger off somewhere warm for a few years, secure in the knowledge that even if he twigs, he won’t be able to do anything about it other than watch his ship sink or have a whip-round among the boys to cover the loss.
‘Is that what you’re saying?’
‘Yes.’ It was barely a whisper now.
I looked at her, long and hard. I was really angry with her, for the first time in my life.
‘In that case,’ I said, slowly and evenly, ‘what the hell d’you need the gun for?’
Her smile, her wonderful smile, flooded across her face. She took the automatic from my ribs, held it up, pulled the magazine from the butt and showed it to me. It was empty.
I glowered at her. ‘There’s just one thing,’ I grunted.
‘What’s that?’ she said leaning forward and kissing me.
‘Wherever we go, Wallace goes with us!’