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reluctance to talk about herself, pressed on. ‘I don’t believe that for a minute.’
    â€˜Yeah, yeah, yeah.’
    â€˜I mean it.’
    â€˜Sure you do.’
    â€˜Honest.’
    That was the last thing Sadie wanted-honesty. All she wanted and needed was a good fuck and a lot of lies. She was used to that. At least, the lies part. ‘Do you do this a lot?’ she asked.
    â€˜What?’
    â€˜Chat up married women.’
    â€˜Yeah, I’m an expert.’
    â€˜I can believe that.’
    They both smiled at that, and Sadie knew she’d made a new conquest. In fact she’d known that since he’d come in. The question remained, what to do with him.

11

    â€˜You got a place?’ asked Sadie.
    Spence looked surprised. He hadn’t expected things to go this fast when he’d spotted this tasty, older woman sitting in the wine bar.
    â€˜Yes. But it’s not much.’
    â€˜I didn’t expect much. Not from the state of you,’ said Sadie.
    â€˜Charming.’ He was wearing a suede jacket and jeans, with Timberland boots, a Hawaiian shirt, with a silk scarf knotted loosely round his neck. He thought he looked the business.
    â€˜Pikey chic,’ said Sadie. ‘All you need is a pair of Elvis sunglasses, and you’d be perfect for karaoke.’
    â€˜I can see I’m going to have trouble with you.’
    â€˜Not if you behave yourself.’
    Spencer felt a trifle intimidated. He was used to being the one in control with the birds he met on his stall in the market, or in the clubs and pubs he frequented, but he’d never met anyone like Sadie before.
    Not many men had.
    She finished her drink before he’d finished his, collected her things and stood up. ‘Come on then,’ she said. ‘Get a move on. I haven’t got all day.’
    He gulped some more beer, then left the bottle on the table and followed her to the door, where she stood until he realised what she wanted, and opened it for her. She smiled an acknowledgement and went outside.
    â€˜Where’s your car?’ she said. ‘I assume you do have a car.’
    â€˜Van. For stock, you know?’
    â€˜Barrow-boy. What do you sell?’
    â€˜DVDs.’
    â€˜Pirates, I suppose?’
    â€˜Sometimes.’
    â€˜Where’s the stall?’
    â€˜In the square. I haven’t set up yet. Fancied a livener. Best business’s lunch time, and evenings.’
    â€˜Looks like it’s your day off then. Where’s it parked?’
    â€˜On a meter round the corner.’ He pointed, and she set off before he could say another word. He followed like an obedient puppy. Just the way Sadie liked things. ‘Where’s your motor?’ he asked as they went.
    â€˜I came by cab. Can’t be bothered looking for parking round here,’ she said.
    The van was a battered white Transit sitting low on its springs at the back. Sadie waited whilst Spence opened the passenger door and she wrinkled her nose at the interior of the cab, it being full of McDonald’s boxes and cans and sandwich wrappers. ‘Sorry,’ said Spence. ‘I wasn’t expecting giving anyone a ride.’
    â€˜I thought that was my job?’ said Sadie raising an eyebrow.
    Spence pulled rubbish out of the passenger side and dumped it at the kerb, Sadie got in, and he went and opened the driver’s door and nervously got behind the wheel. The old vehicle wheezed into life and he drove away. Their destination was a short run to a dilapidated council block. Sadie shook her head in disbelief. ‘What?’ said Spence.
    â€˜Nothing. I hope it’s better inside.’
    It was, but not much. The flat was on the top floor, one bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom. The furniture was minimal. Most of the living room was taken up by a plasma screen TV with all the trimmings including surround sound, DVD recorder and Sky-Plus box, a sagging sofa, and a rubbish