Chapter 59
I woke, and sat bolt upright in bed. Someone had drawn my curtains, but the sun was full on them so my room was light. I swung my feet on to the floor, noticing as I did that I was still wearing my boxer shorts, walked to each window and threw them open.
It was a bright spring day outside, the kind that gives you energy by the very sight of it, the kind on which Jan and I, when we were kids, used to jump on our bikes and cycle to St Andrews. Not today though; I felt exhausted.
I went into the bathroom, stepped out of my boxers, and into the shower. Normally I’d have shaved first, but somehow I couldn’t be bothered.
When I trotted downstairs, barefoot, in my jeans and a check shirt, Dylan was there. So was Everett, standing in the doorway of the living room, carrying four large pizza boxes. I counted heads and guessed that two were for him. I was surprised to find that I didn’t have to piece together memories of the night before. They were all there, crystal clear, right up to the point at which the police surgeon had given me a sedative.
‘So,’ I asked the world in general, ‘what’s the news today?’
‘Well, for a start,’ said Mike, as Everett disappeared into the kitchen, ducking below the door, ‘the gold chain will be round another neck very soon. Gantry’s been sectioned. He was examined by two psychiatrists during the night and they agreed that he’s clinically insane, and probably has been for a long time.
‘He’s a hypnotic personality, but under it a total megalomaniac with his own idea of the difference between right and wrong. In another age he could have been Hitler.’
I laughed. ‘In this one he was Lord Provost of Glasgow. The principle’s the same.’ I dropped onto one of the sofas.
‘Okay, guys,’ called Everett, emerging from the kitchen. ‘Lunchtime for you two, snacktime for me. Git outside these.’ He handed pizzas to Mike and I, each cut into eighths, then returned with two plates, as I had assumed, for himself.
‘So how have things wound up at your workplace?’ I asked Dylan. His face fell.
‘I am deep in the shit,’ he said. ‘Going to arrest the Lord Provost on my own was a step too far. My promotion’s jiggered; Christ, I’ll be lucky to stay a DI.’
‘Hell with that, man,’ said Everett, abruptly. ‘That ain’t going to happen. I’ll write a personal letter of thanks to the Chief Constable for what you did to catch O’Rourke and Gantry. I’ll even tell him that if anything bad happens to your career, my next letter will be to the Editor of the Herald.’
He grinned. ‘That ought to see you all right. They tell me I am a big man around here.’
‘What about Susie?’ I asked.
Mike’s face fell once more as quickly as it had brightened up. ‘I went to see her as soon as they’d taken her dad away. It was a difficult conversation, as you’d guess. Naturally, she’s broken up by what’s happened to him. But worse than that, Oz, she’s completely racked with guilt that what she let slip to him led to Jan’s death.’
I smiled at him weakly. ‘Well, you tell her not to be. I go further back than that with the guilt thing. If we’d never met you that night in Babbity’s she’d still be alive. If I hadn’t come back from Spain and married her, she’d still be alive. Susie’s no right to blame herself; I reserve that for myself. She’s got a big enough burden to bear.
‘You and she going to be all right, d’you think?’ I asked him, with a sideways look.
‘Bastard,’ he grinned. ‘You mean, am I moving out of your place and back in with her? I am as it happens, for now. We’ll see how it goes. It’ll be difficult at first, I know, but I love the girl. Someone has to help her through the tough times, and I’m first in the queue.’
We concentrated on our pizzas for a while. When Dylan was finished, he wiped his mouth and stood up. ‘I’ve got to get back to work, mate,’ he said. ‘Your keys are on the sideboard. I’ll call you.’
I watched him, as he headed for the door. Suddenly, like me, he had become an older, more sensible, and maybe more likeable, character.
And that left Everett, in the act of killing off his second pizza, to the last anchovy. ‘I gotta go too, man,’ he said. ‘I just dropped by to see you were okay, and to tie up tomorrow.’
‘Tomorrow?’
‘Sure. The GWA is safe, the pay-per-view was a sensation, and on the back of that, I just had a very informal approach from HomeView, the US cable network that shows CWI. Things are heading our way.
‘You got a job as a ring announcer for as long as you like. How about it?’
I reached another of my instant decisions. ‘You know what?’ I told him. ‘I think I’ll do it. The money’s good, it’ll get me out of the house; and anyway, I like you guys.
‘Mind you, Ev. I’ll want a few weeks off soon though. I want to go back to Spain for a holiday. I think I need one.’
‘That’ll be no problem. See you at the airport tomorrow, ten am. It’s Frankfurt this week; guest commentator Jerry Gradi. I’m not on the card so I’m flying over late. You can come with me, and catch up on the fight bill on the plane.’
He rose, like a time-lapse film of a skyscraper being built. I had to ask him. ‘How about Diane?’
He looked down at me. ‘Hell, Oz, maybe I’m as crazy as Gantry, but I love her. She just got captured by the man. Shit, a whole city did. I can’t kick her out of my life. You, of all people, gotta know that.
‘See you tomorrow.’
‘Yes. I’ll look forward to it.’ I showed him to the door. Somehow, he felt like family.
So there I was, left alone, but not for long. I had just finished clearing up after Dylan. . as usual. . dusting, shaking down my duvet, and putting a load into my new washing machine, when the video-buzzer from the street door sounded.
I went to answer it, and saw Prim’s face on the screen. She wore her rarely seen contrite expression. ‘Sorry I got precious on Wednesday,’ she said, through the speaker. ‘Can I come in?’
‘Okay, but you’ll have to find the flat for yourself.’
I timed her. It took her four minutes.
‘Hi,’ she said, as I let her in. ‘I thought I’d have a day in Glasgow before I went back. You know me, the parents exasperate me after a while.’
She stepped into the living room, but unlike anyone else who had ever seen it for the first time, made no comment at all. ‘So how are you?’ she asked.
‘I’m fine. I had a busy night last night though, so I’m a bit tired today. I’ll need to rest up, for I’m off to Frankfurt tomorrow.’
I led her through to the kitchen and made her a coffee. I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t look at the washing machine, at all.
Back in the sitting area, she looked out of the window, across Glasgow, as she sipped from her mug. At last she looked across at me.
‘Oz,’ she began, ‘the truth is I’m not sure about going back to St Marti.’
‘Why not?’ I asked her, cautiously.
‘Well, I’ve been thinking. I’m too young to vegetate out there. Also I just can’t cut myself off from the people I love. My mum and my dad, that is, even though they drive me loopy at times.’ She hesitated.
‘And yes, you too; even if I understand that you can only ever have one soulmate.’
We looked at each other for a long time. Nothing showed in my expression; I had nothing to show.
‘Anyway,’ she continued, ‘I’ve been to see a nursing agency and there’s the possibility of a casualty job in the Royal. I was thinking I’d get myself a flat in Glasgow. I’ve had it with Edinburgh, like you.
‘What do you think? I mean, would it upset you in any way, to have me around, even if we’re only in the same city? Or would it be better if I just went back?’
I stared at her, and at the future. ‘You get yourself a flat,’ I told her. ‘There’s some nice stuff for rent down in the Merchant City.’ She looked at me, almost gratefully.