‘What are we going to do with all these cars?’ Dylan asked.
‘Gates paid us to restore them and that’s what we’ll do. We fix them up and return them,’ Steve said.
‘To who?’ Dylan said. ‘The man is gone and never coming back. I say we bloody keep them as compensation for all our trouble.’
‘They don’t belong to us,’ Steve said. ‘It’d be theft and I for one don’t want to see any cops for a while.’
Both of them had more than a valid point. As much as I felt we were owed, Gates’ cars weren’t our property. ‘How about this then? There’s no one we can hand these cars over to, so I suggest we just hold on to them until Andrew asks for them back. Naturally, we would have to drive them to ensure they are in full operating condition.’
‘Sounds more than fair,’ Dylan said.
‘I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this crap, but OK,’ Steve said. ‘Pick a favourite. The rest I’ll mothball until further notice.’
Dylan pounced on the red Triumph TR5, wrapping his arms around its flat bonnet. I sidled up to an original, canary yellow, 1970 TVR Tuscan with a V8 engine in it. It was a lot of engine for such a small car.
‘OK,’ Steve said. ‘We’ll dress up the other cars, but we’ll give these two the full business.’
‘Can I talk to you alone?’ I said to Steve.
Steve looked to Dylan.
‘You two talk. I’ll get lunch. It’s on me. Today is a good day.’ Dylan grabbed his jacket and shot out the door.
‘Please remind him he’s only minding the car, not bloody keeping it,’ Steve said.
‘I’ll try, but I’m not sure he’s listening.’
‘OK, what do you want to talk about?’
‘The night of the fire. Someone tipped off Andrew Gates about Crichlow. I can only think of one person who’d do that.’
Steve opened the passenger door of the MGA he’d been working on and took a seat. He patted the driver’s seat. I rounded the car and slipped behind the wheel. I remembered doing the exact same thing when I was so small my feet didn’t reach the pedals and Steve telling me what I could expect when I grew big enough to drive the car. Those were great days that would always stick with me. I loved my grandfather so much.
‘Crichlow was in the wind and with his connections he’d be out of the country,’ Steve said. ‘He’d left you to die and I couldn’t let him get away with that. You’re my family. My only family. So yes, I called Andrew and told him. Am I proud of it? No. Did I want justice at any cost? You bet your life.’
This wasn’t what Steve had taught me. Doing right was his credo. Throwing Crichlow to someone like Gates was only justice if you wanted to delude yourself. Well, I wanted to be deluded.
‘Thank you,’ I said.
‘You’re welcome, son.’
Someone pulled back the workshop door and Claudia appeared in a blast of sunlight. ‘Morning gentlemen. Time to crack the whip again, Aidy.’
Claudia had been dropping by daily to follow up on various points in the case. Barrington never showed his face. After pulling everyone off me and leaving me defenceless, he’d been smart to send Claudia.
‘I won’t be long,’ I told Steve.
Claudia and I went around the corner to Alexandra Gardens. It was nice down there, especially by the river. It was quiet at this time of the day. Tourists were in short supply. She slipped her arm in mine as we walked.
She eyed the burn under my chin. ‘It’s ’ealing nicely. I don’t think it will scar too badly.’
It was unlikely I’d ever have to shave there again.
‘What’s the latest on everything?’ I asked. Where I’d been forthcoming with everything I knew, Barrington hadn’t, but Claudia had been feeding me information as and when she could.
‘About ten months ago, Rags asked Andrew Gates for a loan after he lost a sponsor. Gates said no, but Crichlow offered ’im an alternative method for earning money. Things grew from there.’
‘And Andrew Gates was never involved?’
‘Not according to Rags. It was Crichlow’s pet project. He carried the whole thing out under Gates’ nose. Not ’ard, I suppose, considering the size of Gates’ empire.’
‘Crichlow was just a middleman,’ I said. ‘Who was the supplier and the distributor?’
‘You know I can’t tell you that. What are your plans now?’
‘Face down at the moment. I think my days at the ESCC are done.’
With Ragged Racing in ashes, my drive had gone up in smoke with everyone else’s job. Rumour was that Barry Nevin was going to start his own team, but it wasn’t going to happen before the season’s end. Naturally, Townsend Motorsport was in the frame to reclaim its factory-backed status. Despite this, it looked as if Russell Townsend wasn’t going to honour our deal of taking me into his fold. The word was that Kurt Haulk would be Townsend’s third team car. Mike Whelan was holding true to his word and scouting out some options for me.
‘I sent out a statement to Pit Lane on the Tim Reid situation. They want to interview you about it.’
‘They going to talk to Chloe too?’
Claudia smiled. ‘Naturally. She’s a victim too.’
I shook my head. Chloe Mercer would no doubt come out of this smelling like a rose. I took comfort in the fact that my title as Pit Lane magazine’s Young Driver of the Year would remain intact and would stick in her throat.
‘I wanted to let you know that my days with the ESCC are also over. I’m returning to France for reassignment.’
‘Well, the ESCC will be worse off because of it.’
She smiled and curtsied for me. ‘And so will ’er Majesty’s Customs.’
‘Barrington giving you the elbow?’
‘I’m being sent on my way with a commendation.’
Barrington was taking all the praise for bringing down a major international drug-smuggling pipeline, although the success had nothing to do with him. It made sense that he was kicking her to touch. Her presence was potentially a major embarrassment for him.
‘I hope your people appreciate your role in all this.’
‘They do. That’s why I’d like to make you an offer. I’ve been speaking to some of my connections in France. ’Ow would you like to compete in the Formula Renault Eurocup series? It would be with a good team.’
‘How are their finances?’
Claudia laughed. ‘Good. No loan sharks.’
Formula Renault meant I’d be back in single seaters, where I belonged. And France sounded good. It would put some distance between recent events and me.
‘I like it, but I don’t know any French.’
‘I’d teach you.’
‘I’m surprised you want to be in the same country as me after all the trouble I’ve caused you.’
‘I’d like to get to know you better. So what do you say?’
After all my friends and I had gone through, it sounded better than good. ‘I have a couple of conditions.’
‘Name them?’
‘Dylan comes with me. It’s a package deal.’
‘And what about Steve?’
‘He’s got Archway.’
‘Not a problem. What else?’
‘What’s your real name?’
She kissed me on the cheek before whispering the answer in my ear. I liked it better than Claudia.
‘Do we ’ave a deal?’ she asked.
‘I think we do.’