In the Evil Day
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‘Expensive,’ said Alvarez. ‘Within reason, Geraldo.’ ‘In advance, a thousand? Perhaps.’ ‘Because this is short notice, yes. I’ll send it tonight.’ Anselm was heading for the door when Inskip said, ‘What’ll happen to the woman? Lisa?’ Anselm looked over his shoulder. ‘What do you think? Charlie gets his money back, they fall in love again, go on a second honeymoon. Eat pizza.’ Inskip nodded a few times, licked his lips, turned back to his screen. 11 …LONDON… NIEMAND OPENED his eyes, out
The ex-husband in America. Alex when she was waiting for him at the car, flushed face and neck: pink, sexual pink. She had prominent collarbones and a deep hollow between them. The internal phone rang. Inskip. ‘I’ve got something.’ Anselm went back to the blue room, to Inskip’s station. He sat on the chair next to him. Inskip pointed at his main monitor. A column of names, one highlighted. ‘Here’s a Martin Powell on a list. The date on it’s 1986.’ He scrolled down the column. ‘It’s
wanted to connect Kaskis’ one-paragraph reference to a rumour about an Angolan village to the film Niemand showed her. Anselm thought about San Francisco, about Kaskis calling from somewhere, a message on the machine: A few days in Beirut, it’s on me, my grandpa’s money’s come through, to spend not on myself but in the interests of truth and justice. I need a witness, a reputable witness, but you’ll have to do. And a photographer. Got one handy? Footloose and fancy-free? On the plane two days
booger come down the pipe, seen him. Off he goes in the car. Like bloody lightning.’ ‘Whose car?’ ‘Car?’ ‘The one who came down the pipe? Whose car did he go off in?’ He shook his head, as if she’d said something stupid. ‘Well, their bloody car, what else? Come in a van. And a car. Booger come down pipe, he’s off. Bloody lightning. I can tell you. Down there, in that lane. The car.’ She thanked him, gave him a ten-pound note. He looked at her as if she were not quite right in the head.
with the pistol. ‘Bewegen Sie sich.’ The man took off at a half-run. ‘Come,’ he said to Alex. ‘What about him?’ she said, pointing at the man on the ground. ‘His friend will be back for him,’ said Anselm. He took the pistol by the barrel and threw it into the lake. They walked back towards the office. Anselm put his hand to his chest and it came away black with blood. He was beginning to feel nausea rise. She took his arm and they walked back along the lake shore towards the cheerful