“Hey, don’t you be upsetting yourself honey,” she said, resting a comforting hand on Kate’s arm.
“Until Jay comes around and can tell us what happened, we should keep our assumptions to ourselves.”
Knowing that people around here often had nothing better to do than talk about other people’s business, whether it was true or not, Sonia had dismissed it as spiteful gossip and lies. Could there be an element of truth? No doubt she would find out.
Kate wanted to stay at Jay’s side, but Sonia insisted that she go and get some rest; if not for her sake, then at least for the baby’s. She fancied a bit of time on her own, to get her head round the fact that she was going to be a grandma, and she also wanted to be there on her own when Jay came round, she knew it was a bit selfish, but she was his mum after all.
Kate reluctantly agreed to go, she was totally exhausted and could do with some rest, and her pregnancy was making her feel sick and drained all the time, she felt as if she had no energy at all. After making Sonia promise to call her the minute that Jay was awake, she made her way to Emma’s; she would stay there for a few days, and sort out what to do about Billy.
11
Billy was sitting alone in his office at the warehouse. He yawned loudly; it was only two o’clock but he was knackered, what a day it had been. There had been a few shipments in today and it had been a busy one. He wasn’t complaining though; he smiled as he reminded himself about the wedge they were earning. This warehouse was just one small part of their empire, and it was a nice little earner. He took a sip of his tea, which was now as he discovered with distaste, cold. Then he checked his emails once again, he hoped that all was going well for Lee and Jonny. They were both in France sorting a very lucrative business deal out, the guy they were dealing with was working for customs and excise, he was the ideal answer to a shipping problem they had concerning getting packages that were a bit dodgy to say the least. Keeping this greedy Frog happy was paramount for their business.
Jonny and Lee had very professional business heads and could basically sell ice-cubes to the Eskimos, so if anyone could strike a deal, these two were the ones to do it. Billy was sure it would go well; after all, they were offering this guy a nice little earner. All he had to do was keep his eyes open and his mouth shut; not hard really.
Hearing his mobile beep with the sound of a new text message, he grinned as he read it. One of the lads, Gerard, who worked the door at Goldie’s, had told him that Jay had got done over last night. No guesses about who was behind that: a very unhappy nightclub owner. Now he was officially away from the club, Billy’s plan was to fuck up every aspect of Jay’s life, he was going to teach that sorry fucker a lesson for daring he think that he could muscle in on his sister. He had already looked into Jay’s other side-lines and was feeling very smug with himself for gathering so much information. He knew about the debt collecting, which was common knowledge, but had also found out from a few sources that Jay often went round to the local parade of shops at lunchtime and gave kids as young as twelve drugs. Apparently he was handing them out like Sweets. He was like the fucking Pied Piper, befriending kids just to get them hooked; the kids always came back for more, once they were well and truly addicted he was no longer Mr Nice Guy. He was no longer so friendly to them, he’d make them pay up front, or do little “jobs” for him, like mugging people, or breaking into people’s homes or cars, whatever it took until they had paid off their debt. Jay even had a couple of girls making money for him, in a couple of grubby little flats nearby, flats that belonged to the birds he was making earn for him. He was scum, making money off those with fuck all, bullying young girls and innocent kids, ripping off anyone he came across.
Billy was far from being an angel himself. He knew that if the police ever raided this warehouse or found about their little shipping arrangement, he would go down for years. Billy played with the big boys, ripping off the police and the government, half of whom, let’s face it, he knew were doing a lot of dodgy shit themselves, which made his activities more than okay. If you don’t take it, no-one’s going to just hand it to you, right, he would say. But he would never take from his own, and selling drugs to kids was just the lowest as far as Billy was concerned. Not only was he going to fuck up Jay’s life, he was going to enjoy every second of doing it.
12
Kate just could not get her head around Emma’s weird behaviour; she was shocked as she made her way back from Emma’s to her own house.
Her visit to Emma’s on the way back from the hospital hadn’t quite turned out as she had wanted, so now she was walking home to sort out her options. She wouldn’t be staying at home if Billy was there. Not if she was right and this was all down to him, she couldn’t, it would condone his behaviour. And now Emma had let her down too.
Emma had been in an absolute state. Her eyes were sunken and dark, her skin grey and dull, and in the five days since Kate had last seen her it might as well have been five months, by the state of her, she looked as if she had lost about a stone, her cheeks looked so gaunt and hollow.
“What the hell has happened?” Kate asked, looking around the flat as if searching for a clue when she had first arrived.
Emma didn’t seem to want Kate to be there, she had seemed reluctant to let her in, and Kate could see why now. The curtains were drawn, making the room dark. There were cups filled with cigarette butts, mouldy food on plates on the floor, it was much worse than normal. The place stank. Her friend was sitting there, strewn over the armchair, her legs dangling over the arm; she didn’t even bother to look at Kate, just sat there trance-like and inhaling long drags from her cigarette.
“What do you mean ‘what’s happened’? Nothing’s blooming well happened,” Emma smirked. She knew what Kate was getting at, but she couldn’t be arsed to go into it. It was her house and she could do what she wanted. She didn’t have to explain herself to anyone, as far as she was concerned. Kate was too boring for her own good, Emma thought, as she put her fag out on the side of a dinner plate on the table next to her. Then, picking up her fag packet, she immediately sparked up another.
Kate could see her friend was on something. She knew that some of Emma’s friends smoked a bit of weed now and again, but Emma had never done anything other than that as far as she knew, and it had been a sociable thing when she had done it in the past. Now, Emma’s eyes were glassy, her pupils dilated.
“Are you on something, Em; have you taken anything?” The concern in Kate’s voice turned to anger. What the hell was Emma playing at?
“Oh, chill out, Kate; it’s just a bit of coke, nothing to get so het up about.” Her friend laughed at her.
Kate was furious; since when did Emma start using coke, if she had seen her in a nightclub dabbling in it, she still wouldn’t have been happy about it, but it would have made more sense. Emma was easily influenced and would have tried whatever her mates were doing; Kate would have put it down to being a one off while she was out drinking and not thinking straight. It was two o’clock in the afternoon, and Emma was sitting in her dirty flat alone and clearly she was off her face.