‘That wasn’t an option in their case, not for offshoots of the Spreckley family. Christ,’ she exclaimed, bitterly, ‘were those boys ever touched by Fate.’
‘You’ve broken free. How did you escape?’
Before she could answer, a waitress appeared by my side, pad in hand. I hadn’t looked at the menu, but when Mia ordered a club sandwich and coffee, I told her to bring that twice.
‘Initially,’ she said, when we were alone again, ‘by keeping my head down, staying apart from the nonsense and working hard at school. I didn’t have a problem childhood, I won’t say that. I was older than my brothers, so I had a bit of authority over them, and rough as the neighbourhood is I was never bothered by anyone because I was Gavin Spreckley’s niece. Uncle Gavin was a real animal. Uncle Billy was weak, always a follower, never a leader, but Gavin, oh, he thought he was Al Capone. He made my flesh creep, but he was useful in that way. .. until he got Ryan into even bigger trouble than usual and they both disappeared.’
‘Or most of them did.’ The comment escaped; it slipped past the censor sensor in my brain, and was out there before I could stop it. ‘God, Mia, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘Don’t worry, Mr Skinner,’ she assured me. ‘I’m not the sensitive kind. It was true, anyway. When that happened, it was the end of it for me. I was sixteen by that time, and I could make my own choices, so I went to live with my dad.’
‘I thought he was long gone,’ I said.
‘He was,’ she replied, ‘but not forgotten. He kept in touch with me, sent me money, and presents and such. Only me, though, not the boys, and he never spoke to my mother.’
‘Why did he leave?’ I asked as our sandwiches and coffee arrived. They must have been lined up in the servery, ready made.
‘He and Uncle Gavin had a big bust-up when I was about six. I learned all the details about ten years later. Dad found out that Gavin and Billy were involved with people who were dealing drugs. Not long after that, Dad was beaten up himself, by a gang of men he didn’t recognise. He wound up in hospital and when he was there, Mum went to see him with a message from Gavin, that if he didn’t clear off, next time they’d kill him.’
I poured the coffee, and then looked up, catching her eye. ‘Are you sure the message was from Gavin?’
‘Are you trying to suggest that it might have been from Mum herself?’
‘I’m not saying that.’
‘It’s possible. She wasn’t upset when he left, that’s for sure. We had quite a succession of “uncles” after he’d gone.’
‘Where did he go?’
‘Peterhead. He moved up there, and sailed out of there. He worked on the trawlers.’
‘Yes, I knew that.’
She smiled again, but there was a wry sadness in it. ‘So the police have always taken an interest in our family, have they?’
‘I’m afraid so,’ I admitted. ‘But it has drawn itself to our attention over the years. What about you, though? How did you get where you are?’
‘More by luck than judgement,’ she replied. ‘I stayed on at school in Peterhead and got my Highers, then went to Sunderland University and did a degree in broadcast journalism. I brought it back to Peterhead and got a job in the newsroom in a radio station in Aberdeen. I might have stayed there, but my dad died.’ She stopped, and was silent for a while.
‘How?’ I asked her, quietly.
‘His job. He was washed overboard, and lost, about three years ago. So was I for a bit; lost, that is. I had nobody else up north, so I looked around and found myself a news job with the station in Stirling. I was doing okay, liking it, then one day they had a crisis. One of the presenters was injured in a car accident on the way to work, I was on duty, and I was told to fill in for him. Because I was known as a reporter, they asked me to choose another name. I said “Mia Sparkles”, because believe it or not, “Sparkles” was what my dad used to call my mum. I turned out to be good at it; the girl who was injured was going to be off long-term, they wanted a female replacement, so they gave me a longer run. The audience figures went up. That’s what counts, start to finish, so I wound up with a career change. When Airburst won the new licence, they asked me if I would join to present a show called “School’s Out”, and… here I am.’
‘Well done,’ I congratulated her. ‘You’re a role model for a lot of kids.’
‘Oh please, Mr Skinner,’ she protested. ‘Don’t burden me with that.’
‘Then don’t you burden me with “Mister”. The name’s Bob. This isn’t a formal police interview. Come to that, it isn’t any sort of an interview. You asked to meet me, remember?’
‘True,’ she conceded.
‘So you don’t see yourself as an example to others?’
‘Hell no!’ She laughed, spontaneously. ‘I’ve got a very healthy following among nice middle-class kids, like your daughter, with real spending power through their parents. That makes me Airburst’s golden girl, but these kids like me because they think I’m one of them, a big sister. If they knew I was a schemie from a low-life family, that would change, and fast.’ Her face darkened. ‘That’s why I’m so grateful to you for not associating me with my brother’s death, and it’s one reason why I steered clear of him while he was alive, the other being the fact that I never could stand the little shit, him or Ryan.’
As she broke off to attack her sandwich, one thing puzzled me. ‘Why did you contact your mother?’ I asked.
‘I didn’t,’ she replied, when she was ready. ‘She contacted me. As soon as she heard “Mia Sparkles” on radio, she knew that it was me. That didn’t happen until I moved back to Edinburgh. The signal from the Stirling station doesn’t reach this far. But I should have anticipated it.’
‘What did she want?’
‘Money, what else? I pay her to keep from selling the story of my family background to the tabloids.’
‘How much is she into you for?’
Mia winced. ‘A hundred and fifty a week.’
‘Don’t say if you don’t want to, but is that quite a lot for you?’
She nodded. ‘We’re a new station. I’m not on huge money.’
‘Seven and a half grand a year, after tax.’ I felt outrage welling up in me. ‘How do you pay it?’
‘Standing order, my bank to hers, every week.’
‘She’s not that bright, then. What’s her phone number?’ I asked.
‘She doesn’t have a phone. She uses a mobile.’
‘There’s no phone in the house?’
‘No.’
‘What’s her number?’
‘Why?’
I was steaming mad. ‘Just give me it.’ She did, I took out my own mobile, keyed it in, and called it. A man answered, a quiet voice, but I knew who it was. ‘Lennie,’ I said, ‘it’s Bob Skinner. Put Bella on, please.’
‘Okay. Did you recognise my voice,’ he asked, ‘or are you…’
‘That’s a “yes” to both questions. What did you expect? Now, let me speak to her.’ Obstructing the police wasn’t part of his brief; I heard him call her.
‘What do you want, Skinner?’ Bella snapped. ‘Have you caught the fuckers?’
‘No, but I’ve caught you.’
‘Whit d’ye mean?’
‘Do you want to upset me?’ I snapped.
‘I’m no’ fuckin’ bothered, pal, one way or the other.’
‘Well, you should be, lady, because you have done. I’m with your daughter.’
‘Lucky you.’ Opposite me, Mia was looking alarmed, but I motioned her to stay silent.
‘Yes, but not so lucky you. Don’t you have the brains to collect the money in cash when you’re blackmailing somebody? This stops, Bella, it stops now, and you repay the money you’ve had so far or, I promise you, I will arrest you and charge you with extortion.’
‘Oor Mia would just love that,’ she sneered.
‘It wouldn’t bother her one bit, or affect her, because in cases like yours, the court won’t let the media say who the victim is, or why they were blackmailed. So you believe in my promise, you slag, because if I have to I’ll keep it. But I’ll do more than that. While I’m at it, I’ll make very sure that the papers know who you work for, and who you’re shagging when he isn’t in Ibiza boning another bird. We both know how much he dislikes publicity, so unless you want big Lennie there tapping your shins with a baseball bat instead of looking out for you, you will fucking well behave yourself! Understood?’