like himself, are they?’
Not too comfortable with his line of questioning, Roy demanded to know, ‘What are you getting at, Jack?’
Jack revealed his thoughts. ‘I’m wondering about Georgina,’ he said. ‘I’m wondering if she’s the kind of person who would want her sister’s attacker done away with, and if she did, who better to go to than an ex-convict, with contacts who might well be prepared to carry out a sort of execution … for a price?’
Against his better instincts, Roy could see the feasibility of what Jack was proposing, and was shocked by it. ‘Jesus! Are you saying she might ask Don to put out a contract on Stratton?’
Throwing out his hands in a gesture of helplessness, Jack asked, ‘What do I know? But look, mate … you have to admit, it’s not beyond the realms of possibility. Is it?’
‘You must be bloody mad!’ Scrambling out of the chair, Roy slammed his half-empty cup onto the mantelpiece. ‘You don’t know him like I do!’ Shock trembled his voice. ‘All right, I’ll admit … Don Carson spent time in gaol, so he’s an ex-convict and keeps in touch with others of his kind. But I’m an ex-con too, and I keep in touch with Don, so you could say we’re out of the same mould.’
‘I never said any such thing!’ Getting out of his chair Jack confronted him. ‘All I’m saying is, this woman might not be what he thinks. After what he did to her own flesh and blood, she might want Stratton taken out for good, if you know what I mean?’
‘You might be right,’ Roy agreed, ‘but even if you are, there’s nothing I can do about it.’
Jack disagreed. ‘If you think Carson is a genuine mate, and not capable of organising a hit man, then tell him to check her out. Tell him who she is, and –’
‘I’m telling him nothing!’ Roy snapped. ‘He wouldn’t thank me for it, and I wouldn’t blame him. Besides, you’re wrong about him. You said yourself, you know nothing about the man, while I’ve served time alongside him; slept on the bunk above him and talked well into the night about nothing and everything. We’ve ate garbage at the same table; slopped out together and looked out for each other.’
He paused, remembering how it used to be, and hating every last minute he’d wasted of his life. ‘I reckon I know Don Carson well enough to be sure he’d never get mixed up in what you say. He might be a petty thief and he might like to use his fist when he’s had a drink or two. But he wouldn’t entertain murder … not for a woman, nor a wad o’ money, however tempting. He just wouldn’t do it!’
Jack nodded. ‘All right, matey, forget what I just said. Happen she just fancies him after all, eh?’ Placing his two hands on the smaller man’s shoulders, he smiled to ease the tension. This was the first time he and Roy had exchanged such strong words. ‘Happen he gives her what she can’t get from her other men, eh? A bit o’ rough and tumble.’
‘Mebbe.’
‘I didn’t mean anything by what I said. You asked me what I thought and I thought wrong. OK?’
Calmer now, Roy nodded, ‘OK.’
‘So, will you finish your coffee or what?’
‘No, I’d best make my way back.’ Needing to clear his head, he made his way to the door. ‘G’night, Jack.’
‘G’night, Roy.’
Following him to the door, Jack watched him go down the street, shoulders hunched and hands thrust deep in his pockets. ‘I think you’re getting out of your depth mixing with Carson,’ he mused, ‘but you’ll need to find that out for yourself, because I’ll not risk our friendship by interfering.’
Another startling thought occurred to him. ‘Unless o’ course you’re in danger. If I thought there was a chance you might be hurt …’ his expression darkened, ‘o’ course, that would be a different kettle offish altogether.’
Hurrying along, Roy heard the door close behind him. He looked back but Jack was already gone.
The chilling air seemed to clarify his thoughts, making him consider what Jack had said.
Now that there was a distance between himself and Jack, and the cool air had sharpened his reasoning, he could see the sense in at least some of what Jack had said. ‘I suppose it would make sense if she was planning to have Stratton done away with,’ he voiced his thoughts in a harsh whisper, ‘… considering what he did to her sister. But if she is keen to have him out of the way for good … and I’m not even sure about that … why would she go after Don? As far as I know, they go back a long way and they’ve allus looked out for each other.’
He tried to work it through in his mind. ‘If she’s done her homework … and she looks like the kinda woman who would, then she must know the last thing Don would do is to arrange for Arnold Stratton to be murdered. They’re best buddies for Chrissake!’
All the same, Jack’s warning was strong in his thoughts, and now, he was made to see things in a different light. ‘She is getting to him though,’ he admitted reluctantly, ‘even I could tell that. By! She’s the kind o’ witch who could worm herself all the way into a man’s soul if he wasn’t careful.’
He thought of the way Don looked when he spoke of her … kind of proud and excited all at the same time; wanting to look his best when she turned up, yet not complaining if she unexpectedly turned up early, when he was still in his rough.
‘It looks to me like she’s already twisting him round her little finger,’ he muttered. ‘If she can make him behave like a lovesick schoolboy, then what else can she do to him, eh?’
And back came the answer, ‘She could work on him, until he’s ready to do whatever she asks.’
He couldn’t believe what he was thinking. ‘Would Don really have his best friend done away with?’
He hated himself for even entertaining the idea. ‘No.’ The thought was abhorrent to him. ‘He wouldn’t. Never!’
He dismissed the notion from his mind as quickly as it had entered it.
SEPTEMBER HAD BEEN such a glorious month, it came as something of a shock when October arrived with a vengeance. For three days and nights the heavens opened and drenched the earth below.
Today was the first Tuesday of October. The heavy downpour had mellowed into a steady, soaking drizzle, but the wind was still strong.
‘Bugger me, Mrs Tooley …’ With a clatter and a thump, Daisy fell in through the door, her umbrella inside out and her hair standing up like the rag end of a floor mop, ‘it’s like all hell’s cut loose out there!’
Mrs Tooley remained firmly behind her counter. ‘Don’t you dare come near me dripping wet!’ she exclaimed, holding her hands up in protest. ‘I’m wearing my best clothes.’
Her smile all teeth and wrinkles, she proudly informed Daisy, ‘Mr Leyton has invited me to dine with him,’ she giggled
