After Finchby and Yakovlevski leave, Bech still wears that ‘just sucked a lemon’ expression.

“Something to say, Bech?”

He scowls and looks down. “No, sir.”

“Good. Remember who's in charge here. And who's already made you a rich man.”

“Yes, sir.”

I turn to the girl where she cowers at my feet. “Tell her she can write a letter. Make sure her family know it’s her.” Luuk translates.

“Thank you, sir.” She launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around my ankles, weeping incessantly. “Thank you.”

Bech lashes out with a foot. “Get back, you little bitch!”

Disentangling myself from her grasp, I stoop, looking her in the face. “Remember, they have to pay for you. And they have to outbid the others. I’m a businessman, not a charity.”

“They will, sir. They will,” says Luuk.

*****

James

Sleep escapes me. My green-eyed Love lying next to me, my friend beyond her, I toss and turn in the dark, my mind churning.

Georgie…

Family matters…

Michael was right to pull me away that day. He enjoys a drink as much as anyone but doesn’t normally overdo it.

When did I last see him drunk?

?

When he believed he was losing Charlotte…

… to me…

He’s right, partially at least. It helps blot out the worst for a few hours. And he went there with me. Stayed with me.

only sticking-plaster over

there’s a

moving as quietly as I can, pull on

full of care, We have no time to stand and

long slide of

Soul food…

inside, I am unquiet.

risen, the world bathed in the grey light of the predawn, but Venus, hanging low, heralds the dawn and is already fading

my fingers on the mug, I wait and I watch as the rim of the world begins to

Pull yourself together man…

rises, casting blood-red across the low mist writhing over the

seen her

never

clouds,

You have everything…

Everything else…

“Master?”

turn, twisting my lips to

wearing slippers and a robe.

sleep. So I’m just watching

“Would you like company?”

join me. But

*****

of course, I know what she wants

Anyone else around?

a few moments of what passes for privacy in a spot

“Yes, Kirstie?”

“James, about….”

with a file. “Am I interrupting

I was

for today, Kirstie. There’s a couple more confirmations to come in, but that’s most

you. I’ll put them in the daybook right

Then she waddles off back

door closes behind her then, “She’s um… she’s got

God save me…

Kirstie, please. Tell

around her mouth and eyes. “Not

down, lowering my voice. “I hate to break this

chuckles, then turns serious again. “James, did

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