tried again.
‘Are you sure your daughter couldn’t have just got up and gone out on her own?’
‘No. I know she wouldn’t have.’
Teddy indicated the rizla papers and beer cans on the table. ‘So what went on last night, Gary? Looks like you had some sort of party.’
‘What? Sorry. No … no, there was no party. I had a few drinks. Oh Jesus.’
Teddy rolled his eyes, listening to Gary’s sobs. ‘You need to try to concentrate, Mr Cole. These melodramatics won’t help anyone, least of all your daughter.’
The gasp in the room came from the other detective who held Teddy’s gaze with a look of disgust. Teddy stared back, cutting his eye at his colleague. He didn’t give a shit what he thought. Gary was gasping, clearly having some kind of panic attack.
‘I can’t breathe … I can’t breathe.’
That was it. Teddy Davies had had enough. He walked towards the door. His colleague could do the rest. He had somewhere else he wanted to be.
‘I think I’ll be off now, Gary, the family liaison unit should be round shortly and if you do remember anything more, you need to contact me straight away. Oh and by the way, in my experience, if you can’t breathe, you can’t talk.’
Outside Gary Cole’s flat, the summer sun pierced down into Teddy’s eyes, eclipsing the depth of the squalor of the run-down estate. Striding back to the car and hoping to find the kids from the area hadn’t taken his wheels off his new Range Rover, Teddy looked at his watch. A Rolex. Courtesy of Alfie Jennings for favours done. If he was quick, he could get back to Soho in time to speak to Del.
Teddy opened the door, going into the glove compartment. From inside he pulled out a wrap of quiver. Taking a quick look round he opened it, shovelling up the powder with his long fingernail, especially grown for moments like this. Within seconds the quiver hit the back of his nose, then his throat, until he felt the high take over his body.
Jumping into the car, Teddy smiled to himself. If Del Williams thought he could get the better of him, then he was more of a fool than he looked.
7
Edith Williams lay on the sun lounger and broke wind as she stuffed the last of the Godiva chocolates into her mouth. No matter how much she tanned herself in the heat of the Marbella sun her skin didn’t turn any shade of anything, apart from red.
Her over-processed undernourished platinum hair hung like straw from under her hat. Her swollen size twenty body was squeezed into her expensive Pucci swimsuit, with the layers of fat straining to escape. Puffy fingers held an array of Bvlgari and diamond-encrusted Chanel rings. Her fingernails were painted a deep purple, matching the swollen veins on her hands and legs.
Feeling something warm on her chest, Edith looked down, and noticed that one of the chocolates had fallen onto her creped skin, melting and oozing dark liquid down her swimsuit.
‘Oi, bleedin’ hell. Look at the state of this. It looks like I’ve been shat on by a flying pig.’ Edith spoke loudly to herself.
‘Alfonso! … Alfonso! Bring a bleedin’ cloth to mop me up before the flies come and eat me alive.’
From inside the villa, Alfonso Garcia sat at the large marble kitchen table, finishing off his freshly squeezed lemonade, and rolled his eyes. He had no intention of moving until he’d finished his drink. At the best of times he didn’t like to do much, but today it was especially true. He was tired and the Costa del Sol heat was, as it always did, getting to him.
He’d only just got back this morning from a trip to London. Another errand for Edith; bringing back chocolates from Selfridges. Why she couldn’t be like anyone else and buy her chocolate from the local shop he didn’t know. And now, even though in the last twenty-four hours he’d had less than two hours sleep, he was still supposed to be at her beck and call. Well he wasn’t going to be rushed by anyone, least of all Edith Williams.
Spitting a lemon pip back into the iced drink, Alfonso listened to Edith’s screeching, which was becoming louder and more hysterical with every call.
‘Alfonso! … Where the bleedin’ frig are you? … Alfonso!
‘Alfonso! … Stop bleedin’ mugging me off … Alfonso!
‘Alfonso! … Get your skinny arse out here … Alfonso!’
Having given it another five minutes before going to see what Edith wanted, Alfonso walked out onto the pool area and was promptly greeted by an empty box of chocolates being thrown in his direction.
‘Where the friggin’ hell have you been Alfonso? I was calling that much and that loud I’ve got gut rot now. You know stress does funny things to me stomach. I’ll have to go to the khazi now and do a banana split.’
Ignoring Edith’s crudeness, Alfonso smiled a sickly smile. ‘I didn’t hear you.’
‘I was calling loud a-bleedin’-nuff.’
‘I was at the back of the house sorting out some of the deliveries that came this morning. Perhaps next time you should shout louder.’ Alfonso held his smile for a moment before adding, ‘What was it you wanted anyway?’
‘Look at the state of me.’
Alfonso stared at Edith, trying not to show his disgust in his face as he looked at her beached-whale body on the sun lounger, covered in gooey chocolate.
‘Come and help me clean myself up.’
Alfonso picked up a towel discarded on the other lounger and went towards Edith to wipe away the chocolate. Straight away Edith screeched loudly, brushing him away with her hand before he could wipe up the mess.
‘Not with bleedin’ that you silly sod. Get me some tissues. Oh and Alfonso. Where’s my kiss?’
Alfonso’s sickly smile reappeared as he inwardly shuddered. ‘How could I forget?’ Bending down he kissed Edith who, with shark-like speed, opened her mouth, pushing her tongue past Alfonso’s tightened lips.
Coming up for breath, Alfonso took the opportunity to pull away. ‘Now my princess, let me go and get you those tissues otherwise like you say, the flies will eat you alive.’
Edith scowled. ‘I thought you said you didn’t hear me.’
‘I heard you as I was coming through to see what was wrong.’
‘But I said that when I first called you.’
Alfonso shrugged his shoulders. ‘Edith my darling. I’m here now. Stop getting your pretty little head in a flap.’ Alfonso winked at Edith who giggled in a childlike way, causing Alfonso to shudder again. ‘Right, you’ll be okay here for a moment while I go and get those tissues.’
Walking back into the villa with his back turned away from Edith, Alfonso’s face changed into a nasty sneer. He’d been employed by Edith for the past three years, going from the maintenance
