‘That’s not what I meant.’
‘No?’
‘Why are you getting yourself involved?’
‘Col’s been very good to me… I really felt for him. He deserves answers…’A cringe. ‘He deserves closure.’
‘But this isn’t your fight. You’ve let yourself get drawn into this and got yourself into Christ alone knows what.’
Her concern surprised me, but I wasn’t knocking it.
‘I’m not doing anything else.’
Her eyes lit up, she pointed at me. ‘Exactly. You had a name once. A name to be proud of. You were known for your writing, people listened to your opinions.’
I knew what she meant. I’d heard it from Col a million times. I’d even heard it, more recently, from my father. But those days were past. ‘Debs, who’d hire me now? I’m a burnt out case.’
‘That’s just what you tell yourself — keep at it, then that’s what you will be.’
I knew she was right, but it didn’t alter the end result. What she was selling, I just didn’t want any more. My life had grown meaningless. I’d lost the juice to fire any ambition.
‘You can change yourself, Gus.’
‘Can I?’
‘You can… you can be happy.’
‘You sound so sure. I’m not.’
I’d strayed into cloying sympathy. It was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted happiness for Debs as much as she wanted it for me. I said, ‘This is all wrong. I’m sorry.’ I called over the waitress, asked for the bill. ‘Look, thanks for coming to my father’s funeral, I’m sorry I faffed about so much with the divorce. I shouldn’t have lost that last letter. Get your lawyer to write again, I’ll sign whatever you want me to.’
A siren wailed from the street; Debs’s eyes flickered. ‘There won’t be any more letters.’
She motioned me to sit.
‘I don’t understand,’ I said.
She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. ‘Neither do I.’
‘What are you saying?’
‘I don’t want a divorce.’
‘But… what’s changed?’
‘Nothing, though I’m hoping you will.’
Her face turned to granite. I wanted to see her smile, to pick her up in my arms, run down the street with her on my shoulders. But this wasn’t a cause for celebration.
‘I’m not sure I can do that.’
‘I’m not asking for much.’
‘Deborah… this is me, you know. What you see is what you get.’
She looked out the window. ‘I don’t believe that, Gus. I think there’s more to you than this… phase.’
I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe a better life waited out there for me. And for her.
She was offering me a second chance and I knew I’d be a fool to knock it back.
‘So where do we go from here?’ I said.
Deborah’s eyes widened as she stared through the window. I turned to see what had her attention — two police cars had the street blocked off. The trench coats from the kirk walked towards us. Now I saw their faces, I recognised them right away as Collins and Roberts.
‘Angus Dury?’ said Collins.
‘You fucking know who I am,’ I snapped.
A badge flashed. ‘Lothian and Borders Police…’
He shoved my face into the table top. I heard Debs scream as my arms got pushed behind my back.
The cuffs went on, Roberts said, ‘Angus Dury, I’m arresting you on suspicion of possession of proscribed substances, dealing in laundered currency, aiding and abetting a criminal syndicate, attempting to blackmail a member of Her Majesty’s government and living on immoral earnings. Have you anything to say?’
‘I think you forgot jay walking.’
62
As uniform took over from Collins and Roberts I yelled to Debs, ‘It’s a set-up — I’ve done nothing.’
Debs picked up her bag and coat, turned away from me.
‘It’s all a set-up — Debs, you have to believe me.’
The wagon doors opened, the filth threw me inside. My last sight, before the doors closed, was of Debs running in the opposite direction. She held her hands to her face, attempting to stem the tears. She couldn’t even look at me. I figured the image would stay with me for a long time.
In the back of the wagon I felt a heavy boot to the gut. I curled over, then the batons came out.
I kicked out with my feet.
‘Fuck off, you pig bastards,’ I yelled.
The batons kept coming.
‘You fascist scum.’
A few of my kicks connected, but they piled onto me. As I struggled, hands grabbed at my arms and legs. Out came the plastic cable ties — they trussed me up like a loin of pork.
I could barely move, breathing became difficult, each gasp of air forced cuts in my wrists. The uniforms watched me squirm, then the batons got put away to be replaced by fists.
My new teeth became the first casualty. Spilled like glass beads on the floor.
‘Where’s the smart mouth now, eh?’
There’s no answer to that. Especially when your mouth’s full of blood, and you’ve just lost your second set of teeth in a month.
I tried to curl up, take my punishment. They’d soon tire themselves out.
At the station plod emptied out my pockets. Felt relieved I’d decided not to take the Glock to my father’s funeral. As they fingerprinted me, the front door opened again and Collins and Roberts appeared, leading Amy along. Her hands were cuffed, she looked exhausted. Hair everywhere, eyes a mess of smudged black mascara.
‘Amy,’ I said. My voice cracked, I heard my shock register.
‘Gus, Gus,’ she screamed, close to breakdown. ‘What’s happening to me, Gus?’
‘Don’t worry. They’ve nothing.’ I lunged, tried to get to her, but got held back. ‘They just want to scare us. Don’t worry, Amy.’
Collins and Roberts moved past. I spat at them, missed by a mile, yelled, ‘You weak fucks. Take me on.’
‘Oh, we will,’ said Collins. ‘Patience, patience, Mr Dury.’ He threw his head back, laughed. ‘We’ve something special planned for you.’
I spat again. This time Collins took it full in the face. He raged at me like a lunatic, fired an elbow into my solar plexus.
‘I’m calling your number, Dury,’ he said, looming over me, eyes burning, ‘You got that?’
I fell against the desk, slid to the ground.
‘Take this sack of shit away,’ he yelled.
They left me to dry out in a cell. I hit the wall a few times. Shouted for a lawyer. No surprise, I was ignored. All the while, I feared for Amy. Christ, she was just a girl, ‘You’ve really messed it up for her, Dury,’ I told myself.
I knew the filth were leaving me to sweat before the intimidation started. When they arrived, I saw at once I wasn’t wrong.
Collins, on fire, roared, ‘I ought to rip off your head and shit down your neck.’
‘Aren’t we going to play good cop, bad cop again?’
He grabbed me by the hair, so tight I felt my eyes popping. ‘Test me and you play no more games… ever.’
I tried to bold it out. ‘If I start trembling, it’s ’cos I’m off the drink. Wouldn’t want you to flatter yourself that I was scared.’
He opened his palm, pushed it in my face. I felt my nose crack, collapse into my cheeks. At once the room began to spin. My eyes rolled up into my head and blood trickled into my throat. I fell in and out of consciousness for a few minutes.
Water — a bucketful — got thrown over me.
‘Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be, Mr Dury,’ said Roberts. ‘Think about the girl, if not yourself.’
‘Leave her out of this.’
‘Oh, we’d like to but I’m afraid your little friend is looking at a rather substantial charge sheet.’
Collins laughed. ‘Like hanging with whores do you, Dury?’
‘Amy’s no brasser.’
Collins’ laugh burst around the cell walls, set my ears ringing.
‘Oh, this one’s gonna have the conviction to prove it, I’m afraid,’ said Roberts.
‘What do you want?’ I mumbled.
‘I think you know what that is.’
‘Lay off Zalinskas… that it?’