switched to vibrate. It wasnât my phone. I looked around me. The only other people in the cafe were the waitress, who was leaning over the counter wiping up grease, and a heavy Turkish man sitting in the corner reading a paper, who, I supposed, was the owner. Neither of them seemed to have heard the phone.
Then I remembered. When Derek had tried to make a run for it with that hole in his back, Iâd taken his phone away from him. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled it out. It vibrated in my hand. I flipped it open and saw the number of the person calling. I made a note of the number. Finally, the buzzing stopped and the screen told me that someone had left a message. I tried to access the message, but the phone was protected by a PIN. All I had, then, was the phone number of someone trying to reach Derek. It was a landline, and a London code. It might have been Paget, or Glazer. It wasnât the same number as Bowker had used to contact Paget, but that meant nothing.
I was running short of ideas. I needed something from King, but had to wait for that. Frustration was building inside me. I found myself clenching and opening my fists, an old habit from my fight days. I drank the coffee and ordered another. I wanted to put some caffeine into my system, get it moving a bit.
With my own phone, I dialled the number. After one ring, a womanâs voice said, âHello?â
âIs Derek there?â
âNo.â There was a pause. âWhoâs calling?â she said, trying to keep her voice level.
âI work with Derek.â
âHas something happened?â
âWhy would you think that?â
âHe was supposed to be home last night.â
There it was. Home.
âHe had a job,â I said.
âI know he did. He told me heâd be an hour. Where is he? Why donât you people know where he is?â
You people.
âThere was some confusion,â I said. âDid he tell you what the job was?â
âWhat do you mean? Is this about Elena?â
The way she was talking, the answers she gave me â it was off somehow. Who was Elena? And why was this woman bringing her into it?
âIâm worried about him,â I said.
âOh, no.â
âCan I come round and speak to you?â
âCome round?â
âItâs important.â
âHeâs hurt, isnât he?â
âI donât know. Let me come round and talk to you.â
âI donât understand. Why?â
âSomething Derek was mixed up in. Something to do with Glazer.â
âWho?â
She didnât know Glazer. Tina had told me Derek and Glazer were friends. I said, âIâm pressed for time. I think Derekâs fine, but I need to find him. You can help me. Can I come round?â
âAlright. Fine.â
âWhatâs your address?â
There was a long pause now, and I knew Iâd lost her. She said, âSurely you know my address.â
As I was trying to think of a reply, the line went dead.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They were waiting for me, spread around like chess pieces, one in the kitchen, in case I came in through the back door, two in the hallway. They watched me as I went past. There was no tension in them, no hands in pockets, so I knew they werenât here for a grab.
Browne was in the living room, sitting in his chair, staring at the floor. He looked moody. Eddie was opposite him, drinking tea from a mug, as if we were all in Eddieâs house and he was tolerating us.
He put down his mug of tea and smiled.
âVic would like a word,â he said.
âIs this an order?â
âRelax, Joe, will you. Itâs a request. Vicâs not your enemy.â
âHeâs not my friend.â
âWho is?â
So, off we went, off to see King Vic.
Iâd never met him, but Iâd heard of him. Who hadnât? I didnât like organized crime, didnât want to be part of any pack, always