None of the kids had many toys, and the ones he brought home always seemed to go missing. Knowing his mother, she was probably flogging them around the estate.
Jason strolled into the hallway and studied himself. Though he had no idea who his father was, he owed the man for his good looks; he certainly hadn’t inherited them from his mother. He was handsome and he knew it. He’d also been aware of the power he had over the opposite sex from a very early age and had honed his skills over the years. That was going to be his way out. Living a deprived life was not for Jason Rampling. He was a go-getter and wanted far better. Not only for him, but for Shay too.
‘I’m fine, Johnny. For goodness’ sake, stop fussing,’ Carol said.
Johnny Brooks felt awful. Was God paying him back for his affair? he wondered. Because if so, he wished the big man above would take it out on him instead. Carol didn’t deserve to suffer. It was him who was the bastard.
Carol had snapped out of her fit by the time the ambulance had arrived, but he’d forced her to go to hospital regardless. She was petrified of anything to do with the medical profession; even a trip to the GP’s brought her out in a cold sweat. Johnny knew she would discharge herself first chance she got.
‘You’re not going to be able to hide this for ever, you know. We need to think about telling the family, at least. And you should have stayed in overnight, just to be on the safe side. Say you have another fit?’
‘Shut up. Melissa must be out of her mind with worry. I can’t believe you didn’t leave a note. That’s the first thing I’d have done. Now call us a cab. Smell of these places reminds me of death. And ring Melissa. Do not say we’ve been up Oldchurch, ’cause she’ll worry. Say we went for dinner round Dick and Yvonne’s at short notice. OK?’
Johnny Brooks nodded. Once Carol had made her mind up about something, there was no changing it.
Leaving the kids happily stuffing their faces, Jason wandered outside McDonald’s to get better reception. He leaned against his pride and joy: a black XR2 with full body kit and shiny alloy wheels. He’d recently treated himself to a Blaupunkt car stereo and 200-watt speakers out of his illegal earnings. He never left them inside an empty car though. Car stereo and speaker theft was rife these days. His motor stood out like a sore thumb on the Mardyke and was like a beacon for the Old Bill; he was forever getting tugged in it. That’s why he drove his old white Escort van if he was carrying anything dodgy. Because he owned a mobile phone and decent motor, the police seemed to be under the misapprehension he must be a drug dealer. Nothing could be further from the truth. Having seen so many people on the estate overdose or balls their lives up through drugs, Jason had never touched the stuff in his life. Which was more than could be said for his mother. She smoked weed on a regular basis. Seeing her stoned was enough to put anyone with half a brain off.
Jason liked to think of himself as a younger, better-looking Arthur Daley. Minder had been his favourite TV programme growing up and he’d naturally picked up the art of spotting an opportunity and grabbing it with both hands. The one day he worked on the market was the only regular income he had, apart from his fortnightly dole cheque. The rest of his dosh came from selling whatever he could get his hands on, including hardcore porn films. His pal got hold of them from Holland. He’d copy them and Jason would sell the pirate versions, earning two quid per film himself. On a bad week he could sell fifty films, on a good two hundred and fifty. It never failed to amaze Jason how many people watched porn. He even sold loads over the Mardyke, and virtually everybody who lived there professed to be skint.
Knowing his mother’s usual habits, Jason rang up the Millhouse Social Club and spoke to the barmaid. She was there, just as he’d known she would be. When she had the cheek to slur, ‘What’s up?’ down the phone, Jason calmly told her he would pick her up in half an hour and she needed to stay at home this evening as he had to go out. There was no point kicking off with her, especially when she was wasted.
His mother reluctantly agreeing, Jason ended the call and thought again about the girl he’d met on the market. Melissa was plain rather than pretty, but if she had her own gaff, she’d do for the time being.
‘Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick,’ Melissa Brooks exclaimed. Her parents never went anywhere without leaving a note or telling her beforehand, so their absence today was totally out of character.
‘Sorry, love. I asked your dad to leave a note, but you know what he’s like – brain like a sieve,’ Carol bluffed. ‘We went for dinner round Yvonne and Dick’s. Last-minute invite,’ she added.
Melissa looked suspiciously at her father. ‘What you done to your face?’
Carol was quick off the mark. ‘Silly old sod walked into the door. I couldn’t stop laughing,’ she lied. Johnny had told her that Craig Thurston had turned up at the club, kicking off over money.
‘You’re lying,’ Melissa squared up to them.
‘Don’t start, Mel. Why would we lie?’ Johnny spat. Guilt was eating away at him and he’d decided to spend every moment of every day with Carol from now on.
Donte broke the ice. ‘Look, Nana. Doggy,’ he said, pressing the switch to make the toy walk and bark.
Carol crouched and scooped her grandson into her arms. Johnny’s right-wing views had rubbed off on her over the years and she’d been horrified when Melissa had announced Donte’s father was black. But a grandmother’s instinct had taken over the second the child was born. He’d clung to her little finger at one point and Carol’s heart had melted; he was one of the most beautiful babies she had ever seen. ‘Who bought you that? Mummy? What’s the doggy’s name?’ she asked.
‘A man.’
Confused, Carol said, ‘Eamonn?’
‘A man, Mum. One of the stallholders bought it for him,’ Melissa explained.
‘Aww, that was nice. Do you know him?’ Carol asked.
‘No. And now Tracey has the right hump because she fancied him and he asked me out.’
‘Put the kettle on, Johnny, while I have a chat with Mel,’ Carol urged. Apart from being a bit tired, she felt fine now.
Carol was a doting mum, always had been, and she missed her son who’d moved up north. Melissa was her world though. They’d had a strong mother–daughter bond from the moment Mel was born. ‘Tell me what happened,’ Carol said gently. She knew Tracey could be a stroppy, dictatorial mare at times and wished Mel could meet a nicer best friend to hang out with.
Melissa told her the story, concluding: ‘She virtually accused me of showing out to him! But I never, I swear. I was dressed like this with my Timberlands on, for Christ’s sake, while she was all done up to the nines. It’s not my fault he never fancied her, is it?’
‘No, it isn’t. Tracey’s just jealous, love. She’ll snap out of it. So what’s his name, this lad?’
‘Jason.’
‘And is he handsome?’
‘Very. He’s got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and lovely blond hair. And he was so good with Donte. I couldn’t believe it when he asked me out. I was in shock. But I can’t go. Tracey will never speak to me again if I do.’
‘Tracey is boy mad, as you well know. Fancies a different one every week. You go out with Jason if
