smiled smugly. âYou wanna find the Don?â
âMaybe Himmlerâs here,â I replied.
Anna giggled and Gavin started to parrot her.
âLetâs play kidnap,â I suggested.
âWhoâs it?â Janice asked.
âNot me,â I replied.
âGavin,â Janice smiled, looking at her younger brother.
Back on the mound, Bill had made a friend. He had overheard a conversation and invited a tall, balding man to join them. Heâd cracked one of Dadâs beers and given it to the man. Then heâd asked, âThis hotel you manage, does it have a dining room?â
Meanwhile, my crime was taking shape. I led Gavin behind the cafeteria under the scoreboard, sat him on a wooden crate and said, âWait here.â Then I ripped a piece of cardboard from a box, took a pen from my pocket and wrote: A thousand pounds by twelve oâ clock or the kid gets a bullet. I asked a man, returning to his family with an arm full of pasties, to deliver the note to the girl in the white jumper. I watched as he walked past, spoke to Anna and then handed her the note.
Back on the mound, Bill Riley was handing the man his business card. âGive me a ring. Youâd be very surprised: tablecloths, napkins, the whole lot. If you want to make that dining room classy . . .â
âThey got years of wear in them yet.â
âNo, you donât want to think like that. What message does that give people?â He stopped to applaud a six. âListen, you go into Ayers House â â
âThe Halfway Hotel isnât Ayers House.â
âBut it could be. Itâs just the small touches.â
Back behind the scoreboard it had all started falling apart. Gavin wanted his sisters. I sat down beside him and said, âItâs a game. Theyâve gotta pay the ransom.â
âWhat ransom?â
âYours. A thousand pounds.â
But he wasnât interested. âI want Dad.â
âIn a minute.â
âNow.â
And before I had a chance to do or say anything he exploded into tears.
âOkay, come on,â I said, taking his hand. âWeâll find Janice.â
But it was beyond that. He just cried louder and louder and a lady in an apron came out of the canteen. âWhatâs going on?â she asked me.
âItâs a game,â I replied.
âWhereâs his parents?â
âWatching the game,â I said, taking Gavinâs hand and trying to drag him off. He screamed and threw himself on the ground. âYou go get âem,â the woman said.
I hobbled off and fetched Janice. When his sisters arrived, Gavin stopped crying but the woman wouldnât let him go. âGet your parents,â she said to Janice.
Janice wasnât about to get herself in trouble. She took Gavinâs hand and started to walk off. The woman took his other hand. âYour parents?â
âLet go,â Janice screamed.
âListen to me.â
âFucking old bitch.â And with that she kicked her hard on the shin. The woman dropped to the ground, clutching her leg. âCome here . . . NOW!â We ran through a sea of hatted men, lost in a fog of body odour, men with shirts unbuttoned to the belly, smelling of beer, laying on dead grass with their Best Bets and rollies, men farting without shame, no longer bothering to clap for singles but mustering a few calls and whistles for a six.
Eventually we sat down, hiding nervously behind our fathers as the old bag scanned the mound. Then the clouds finally decided to open up.
Half an hour later we were still there, soaked through, sitting on our wet, muddy rug. As Bill and a hundred other men sang:
Lips that once were mine,
Tenders eyes that shine â
They will light my way tonight,
Iâll see you in my dreams . . .
As the cricketers came back on without anyone really noticing.
The rabbit hutch was a place where things settled. Like the spot behind a