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junkie partners dropping down dead or getting busted every few months. ' So, what ' s your latest venture? '
    He smiled, run a finger down the middle of the Kit Kat wrapper and split the biscuit in two. ' Shipping. '
    ' Y ' wha– ? '
    ' You heard. Shipping. '
    ' You, on a boat? ' I laughed him up.
    Jasper ' s smile slid off his face. ' Yeah, what ' s so funny about that? My old man was a fisherman, y'know, it's in the blood! '
    ' Just sounds like a lot of hard work ... now you fannying about on a yacht, I can see ... going a pedalo in the Costa, I can just about imagine but a proper fucking boat! '
    He chomped on the Kit Kat; I watched the jaws go hard at it, then, ' Well, that ' s where you ' d be fucking wrong, mate. I ' ve been at this caper for six months and let me tell you, it ' s a fucking payer ... best I ever had. '
    I leaned forward, pried, ' And what are you ferrying? '
    He grinned again. ' This and that ... mainly that. '
    ' Dope? '
    ' Maybe, maybe not ... all depends. See, this boat I have is useful for many a bit of business let me tell you, Jed. Many a bit of business ... '
    I didn ' t want to hear any more. I was tired and coming down from the day's antics. Jasper ' s tales of woe would have to keep for another day. As I sipped my tea I suddenly took a start – a loud wrap on the door.
    ' The fuck ' s that? ' My tea spilled down my jeans as I got up.
    ' Calm down, ' said Jasper. ' Just cool the beans, eh? '
    I watched him walk towards the door. I looked out the window to see if there were any police cars pulling up in the street; he was back before I could register the scene.
    ' Jed, it ' s for you. '

    * * * *

    I recognised him, and the suit, from the off.
    He stood for a moment and looked at me, then back to Jasper. He was holding a carrier bag and as he opened it, leaned inside, Jasper got jumpy.
    'Whoa, watch yourself there, mate.' He placed a hand on his arm, leaned over and peered into the bag. He seemed to be satisfied there was nothing dangerous inside and gave the nod.
    The bloke in the suit smiled, said, 'Think I'd walk in here with a threat?'
    Jasper shrugged.
    'I'm long past that, not my style anymore.'
    'That right?' Jasper was playing up; he was the type to duke it out.
    The suit grinned; I spotted some gold in his teeth. 'If I wanted to do you over, my mate ... I wouldn't waste a good whistle.' The accent was London; I didn't like that. When he pulled my jacket out the carrier bag and threw it at me I knew at once how Gail's old man had found me.
    'You ought to be careful, lad ... leaving a forwarding address behind.' He held up a crumpled piece of paper that I'd left in my pocket. It had Jasper's contact details on it.
    'The fuck's going on here?' said Jasper.
    The gadgie smiled, balled the paper and put it in his pocket. 'Looks like I'm in time for tea.' He moved over to my side of the room and picked up a Kit Kat. 'And biscuits too, lovely.'
    I saw Jasper was ready to lamp the cunt, but I gave him the look, one that said I'd explain later and he retreated into the kitchen for another cup.
    'Now, you must be wondering who the fucking hell I am, I shouldn't wonder.'
    I knew he was Gail's old man. 'Go on, surprise me.'
    He held out a hand. 'Robbie Silva. Pleased to meet you.'
    I vaguely knew the name.
    'To what do I owe the pleasure?'
    He smiled. I caught sight of some more gold; it sparkled under the bare bulb above his head. As he leaned forward he tapped my arm. 'Call me Robbie.'
    'If you say so.'
    He laughed; a piranha smirk spread across his coupon. ' I do, lad. I do. I mean, after your exploits with my daughter today, it should really be me offering you the tea and tiffin! '
    I wasn ' t so sure about that.
    Jasper returned with a mug of tea, set it down. Silva smiled again. I ' d already grown tired of his grin. It was wearing.
    I took up my own tea, took a sip, said, ' Jasper, give us five minutes, eh? '
    He looked at me, frowned, then turned to the still smirking Silva. Jasper shook