Shafted

by Unknown

  ‘There we go,’ Jane said, stepping back when she’d finished. ‘You look like Marilyn Monroe.’

  Looking at himself in the mirror, Patrick grimaced. ‘More like Danny fucking La Rue.’

  ‘Hey, don’t knock it,’ Jimmy teased. ‘I’d shag you if I saw you in a club.’

  ‘You’d shag a fucking dog if its hair was long enough,’ Patrick retorted angrily.

  Telling them both to stop talking dirty, Nora flapped her hand at Jane, saying, ‘Give him your keys.’

  ‘He can’t take my car as well as me clothes,’ Jane snorted, folding her arms. ‘I’m not running a bloody charity here.’

  ‘You can take his till you get yours back.’

  ‘I’m not driving that fucking death trap. I’ll take Dex’s, or forget it.’

  ‘Dex would kill us if we let you take his Jag,’ Nora said. ‘He don’t let no one drive that.’

  Pointing out that Dex wasn’t in any position to give orders, Jane shrugged. ‘Your choice. Oh, and I want a grand, as well. And don’t tell me you haven’t got it, ’cos Molly told me that bitch he’s shacked up with has got all his money.’

  ‘You’ll get your money,’ Jimmy said, no longer smiling, because this was the Jane they all knew and hated – give with one hand, snatch back with both. ‘But you’ll have to wait, ’cos it’s round at his place. And you ain’t getting Dex’s car, so forget that.’

  ‘Okay,’ Jane conceded, giving him a satisfied smile. ‘But don’t even think about forgetting the money, or I might just have to play dirty.’

  ‘And you might just wind up getting exactly what you’re asking for,’ Jimmy said quietly, his eyes flashing a clear warning.

  Pulling Jane’s jacket on now, Patrick flapped his arms. ‘Well?’

  ‘Brilliant,’ Nora told him, circling him to look him over. Up close, it was obvious that he was a man, but from a distance it would be really hard to tell. And the coppers would only get a brief glimpse from wherever they were hiding as he walked to the car, so he should get away with it.

  Exhaling nervously, Patrick said,‘I hope to God this works, ’cos if they pull me and take me to the nick looking like this I’ll get fucking gang-banged.’

  ‘Get the walk right, and you’ll be fine,’ Jane called after him as Jimmy herded him towards the door. ‘Just think like all them strippers you’ve seen over the years.’

  Hanging back to give Nora a quick hug, Patrick said, ‘Right, I’m off then. Keep your fingers crossed, and I’ll give youse a ring when I get to Caroline’s.’

  ‘I thought you said you were going to Mooky’s,’ Nora said, peering up at him.

  ‘Yeah, ’cos I don’t trust her,’ Patrick hissed, nodding back towards the kitchen.‘Don’t be telling her nothing, Mam.’

  Promising that she wouldn’t, Nora gave him a last kiss, then pushed him out of the door.

  Sitting in an unmarked car at the end of the road, Carla saw the Lewises’ front door open and a woman come out. Sliding lower in her seat, she clicked her radio on and whispered, ‘Someone’s leaving the house.’

  ‘One of the lads?’ Keeton replied from the van, which was out of sight around the corner now.

  ‘Blonde woman. Want me to pull her?’

  ‘No, it’ll be that tart Lewis used to be married to. She drove past us before. She’s nothing. Just keep your eye on the house, make sure no one slips out with her.’

  ‘Will do,’ Carla said, settling back down to watch.

  The woman drove past a minute later. Shaking her head in disgust when she saw the pink jacket, Carla wondered how come unattractive women always wore the most garish colours to draw attention to themselves when they really should be doing their damnedest to fade into the background. And, considering Dex Lewis prided himself on his ability to pull fit birds, he’d sure picked an ugly one to mother his child.

  Keeping his cool, Patrick kept an eye on the unmarked car in the rear-view mirror as he reached the corner. He’d clocked the stupid bitch who was almost lying down in the front seat, and knew that she’d clocked him, too. But she wasn’t moving, so it was looking pretty good so far.

  Spotting the tiniest glimmer of white in the mouth of the alley to his left when he turned onto the main road, he kept his gaze firmly to the front and, sticking his little finger out like women did, flicked at the fringe of the wig as he drove past the hidden police van, as if he was preening himself.

  Laughing with relief when the van didn’t come after him either, Patrick waited until he was well clear. Then he put his foot down and bombed to his part-time shag Caroline’s house.

  PART TWO

  11

  Inhaling deeply through his nose when the video came to an end, Larry crossed his legs and clasped his hands together in his lap as gasps of shocked disbelief and admiration rippled through the audience.

  It was three months since he’d filmed the sham game show, and his career was back on with a vengeance. He was something of a national hero, in fact; everyone was clamouring for his story since it had emerged that Dex Lewis was guilty of far worse than the original charges that the police had wanted him for. The whole thing had exploded into something huge and crazy, and Georgie had been working her backside off as offers of new shows and requests for interviews poured in. Larry had even been offered a seven-figure deal to write his memoirs – which he would give serious consideration to, if he ever got a spare minute between interviews. But the way it was going right now, it didn’t look like he ever would, because his diary was absolutely chocka.

  He was back where he belonged, and loving every single second of it!

  Shaking her head beside Larry now, Raine Parker’s diamond rings sparkled like firecrackers as she moved her hand away from her mouth. Still gazing at the screen, on which the last shot of Larry slumped unconscious in Dex Lewis’s arms had been frozen, with a dark trail of blood zigzagging down his throat from the cut beneath his chin, she said, ‘That . . . must have been the most terrifying moment of your entire life?’

  Grinning wryly, Larry said, ‘Can’t say it was the most fun I’ve ever had.’

  Laughing incredulously, Raine turned to the audience. ‘Is this just the bravest man you’ve ever met?’

  ‘Believe me, I wasn’t being brave,’ Larry chipped in modestly. ‘It was kind of out of my hands – if you know what I mean. He wasn’t exactly giving me the choice to stay or go.’

  ‘As we saw,’ Raine said admiringly. ‘But I doubt you would have escaped even if he had let you, because we all saw what happened. And you put yourself right in the middle of the action without any concern for your own safety, just to bring that awful man to justice. That deserves a medal, in my book – don’t you agree?’

  She turned to the audience again, who immediately applauded.

  ‘Yeah, well, I wasn’t looking for glory,’ Larry lied when the noise died down enough for him to be heard. ‘I only did what anyone else would have done in that situation. He was a dangerous man, and I couldn’t just stand back and watch him get away – not when I’d made him trust me enough to turn up in the first place. I had to see it through to the end.’

  ‘Well, you certainly did that,’ Raine said, elegantly crossing her legs. ‘So, let’s talk about how dangerous this man actually was, Larry. Because burglary was just the tip of the iceberg, wasn’t it?’

  ‘Oh, yeah,’ Larry chuckled, nodding.

  ‘You see, it turned out that this man,’ Raine told the audience, ‘had far worse crimes to answer to than simply jumping bail. And if it hadn’t been for Larry, he would have got away with it.’ Back to Larry now. ‘Tell them what the police discovered when they checked Lewis’s DNA.’

  Taking a slow deep breath, Larry said, ‘Kidnapping, false imprisonment, GBH, rape—’

  ‘Rape,’ Raine jumped in, glancing slowly around the audience for effect. ‘This animal and his gang raped an old lady whose son they were holding hostage in his own home. They’d already beaten him to within an inch of his life, an
d were in the process of torturing him when his mother heard noises and went to investigate . . .’ Pausing for several beats to let the horror of what she was saying sink in, she added, ‘And they raped her. And if Larry hadn’t been brave enough to go to Lewis’s house and persuade him to take part in the game show that day – putting his own life in danger, as we clearly saw from the video – nobody would ever have known that Lewis was involved. And not just Lewis, but one of his brothers as well.’

  ‘Yeah, but the other one got away,’ Larry said, shrugging, as if to say, ‘Not my fault; I did my bit.’

  A suitably serious look in her pretty grey eyes – an expression which didn’t quite touch her perfectly painted face – Raine said, ‘And that was a pretty major concern, wasn’t it? Not only because he’s on the loose when we all know he’s capable of such heinous crimes; but also because you were actively threatened, weren’t you, Larry?’

  ‘Yeah. Dex Lewis made a point of telling me he was going to “get me” when they sentenced him.’

  ‘Weren’t you absolutely terrified?’ Raine asked, shaking her head incredulously when Larry gave another casual shrug.

  ‘Not really. I mean, he’s not exactly going to be able to get me any time in the next fifteen years, is he?’

  ‘What about when he gets out?’

  ‘I’ll be an old man,’ Larry chuckled. ‘I’m sure he won’t recognise me by then. Probably no one will. I’ll just be a sad old fart, shuffling round with my cats in my cabin in the hills.’

  ‘Rubbish!’ Raine scoffed, smiling flirtatiously. ‘You, Mr Logan, will never be a sad old man, because you’re far too handsome.’To the majority-female audience: ‘Don’t you agree, ladies?’

  Smiling coyly at the roar of agreement, Larry nodded when Raine said,‘Let’s just hope the police catch up with the missing brother soon, so we can all sleep easy in our beds. But I think we can safely say that he’s not an immediate danger to you, Larry, because the police are pretty sure that he’s out of the country, aren’t they?’

  It was true that Patrick Lewis had supposedly fled the country, but Larry was nowhere near as nonchalant as he was making out. In fact, he’d been so scared by Dex Lewis’s threat that he’d stayed with Georgie for almost a month after the court case, claiming that he was worried about her because she hadn’t been as well as she’d made out after her collapse at the hospital.

  He’d enjoyed his stay, because Georgie lived in a secluded little house off the beaten track, and nobody knew where it was, which made him feel safer. And she’d fussed over him like a doting mother while he’d been there, feeding him real food instead of the convenience shit he usually favoured, and doing all his laundry. But he’d eventually tired of it, and had gone home to get some breathing space – preferring to suffer the nagging fears rather than Georgie’s incessant smothering.

  She still insisted on driving him to every interview and appearance, though, which wasn’t too bad. But he’d have to tell her to back off soon, or people would start to wonder what was going on with them. And he wouldn’t mind being free to have a shag without her continually vetting the women who approached him, either.

  Yes, he definitely had to cut the apron strings before it got too late.

  Snapping out of his thoughts when Raine’s voice filtered through, Larry blinked several times to bring himself back to the here and now. He hoped he hadn’t missed anything, because it would be really embarrassing if she asked him a question and he couldn’t answer it.

  Saying, ‘And even the mother was charged with handling stolen goods after Larry alerted the police to the haul he saw in their home,’ Raine sat back in her chair as if she was exhausted, and shook her head.‘Thanks to Larry, that is one family who won’t be terrorising our streets for some time to come.’

  Modestly lowering his gaze as the audience erupted into applause again, Larry said, ‘I only did what anyone would have done.’

  ‘Well, I think you went well above and beyond,’ Raine countered firmly. ‘And I for one would like to see you get the recognition you deserve.’ To camera now:‘So, if the police are watching tonight, give . . . this . . . man . . .a . . . medal!’ Pausing to allow time for the renewed applause to die down, she said, ‘So, when can we expect to see the full version of the show, Larry?’

  ‘Wednesday the fourth,’ he told her, unable to stop himself from smiling now, because he was still chuffed to bits that a British station had snapped it up. He’d been gutted to think that it would only be seen by Americans who didn’t know him from Adam. But now everyone would see it. It couldn’t have worked out better if he’d personally orchestrated it.

  ‘Can’t wait,’ Raine said enthusiastically. ‘And it’s great to have you back, Larry, it really is. Just one thing I wanted to ask before you leave us, though . . .’ Pausing, she gave him another flirtatious smile. ‘How’s the love life?’

  Snorting softly, Larry shook his head and grinned. ‘Don’t even go there, Raine. I’m so not interested.’

  ‘Oh, but that’s such a waste,’ she purred, her gaze boring sexily into his eyes.

  ‘Hey, I’m not saying never,’ Larry assured the audience who were loudly proclaiming their disappointment. ‘Just not yet. I’m still a bit fragile after all that rubbish last year.’

  ‘Ah, yes, that,’ Raine said, a serious note in her voice. ‘It must have been terrible, but I think I speak for the nation when I say I never believed a single word of it. So you can hold your head up high, because everybody knows you were completely and utterly innocent of any wrongdoing.’

  Thanking her for her support, Larry smiled at the audience who were showing theirs by cheering and whistling.

  Standing up now, Raine gave a theatrical wave of her hand. ‘Larry Logan . . .’

  Getting up to a standing ovation, Larry went to Raine and kissed her on the cheek. Smiling slyly when she whispered, ‘Don’t forget my party later,’ he said he’d try to make it. Then, giving one last wave to the audience, he walked off set, smiling again when he heard Raine saying, ‘How fantastic was he? . . . And didn’t he look amazing?’

  Oh, yes . . . he was back, all right!

  Georgie was waiting in the corridor when the stagehand eased the door open and let Larry out of the studio. Handing him a towel, she gave him a quick hug, and said, ‘You were wonderful, darling. I told you they’d love you. You’re England’s new superhero, don’t you know?’

  ‘Aw, shucks, it was nutt’n!’ Larry drawled, grinning broadly as he followed her into his dressing room.

  ‘Oh, please!’ Georgie chuckled, taking the towel from him and handing him a comb. ‘But, seriously, I agree with Raine – you were brave, and I’m very proud of you.’

  ‘The two-faced bitch has invited me to her party tonight,’ Larry sneered, turning to the mirror to straighten his hair. ‘Can you believe that? Last time I saw her, she completely blanked me – like all the other bastards round here. Didn’t want to be associated with me when I was being accused of fucking child abuse. But now that I’m a hero, she’s making out like we’re long-lost lovers, or something.’

  ‘So, what time’s the party?’ Georgie asked, smiling playfully at him in the mirror, because they both knew that he would go – whatever he thought of Raine Parker.

  ‘Ten.’

  Glancing at her watch, Georgie said, ‘Plenty of time, then. Anyway, hurry up and get yourself sorted out, because we’ve got exactly twenty minutes to get to the BBC. Oh, and when you’ve done the Radio Two interview, they’ve asked if you’ll pop in for a chat with James Fletcher on Four.’

  ‘Aren’t I supposed to be going straight over to Century?’

  ‘Yes, but they’ve agreed to delay for thirty minutes, so there’s no panic.’

  Looking at himself in the mirror again while Georgie gathered his things together and threw them into his bag, Larry fingered the scar beneath his chin. Despite the blood he’d lost at the time, it had turned out to be fairly superficial. But he wore it like a badge of
honour nonetheless, and was a little disappointed that it was already fading. Still, the grainy black-and-white footage from the CCTV camera had made the incident look much worse than it had actually been, so at least he’d have that to remind people of how close he’d come to death. Even he’d been shocked when he saw it played back for the first time, so it was guaranteed to stay in the nation’s collective memory for some while to come.

  ‘All set?’ Georgie asked when she’d finished packing up his things.

  Nodding, Larry took one last look around, then followed her out into the corridor – just as Frank Woods was passing.

  ‘Ah, Georgie,’ he gushed, reaching out to air-kiss her on each cheek. ‘How are you, my dear? Did you get my message?’

  ‘Yes, I did,’ she said. ‘And I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you, but I haven’t had a single moment to myself in months.’

  ‘Not to worry,’ Frank murmured. Looking at Larry, he gave him an uncertain smile. This was the first time they had actually seen each other since the telethon, and he wasn’t sure how the boy would react to him trying to be friendly now.

  Returning the smile as if there were no hard feelings, Larry slipped a hand into his trouser pocket and said, ‘How are you, Frank?’

  ‘Fine,’ Frank said, feeling very awkward. ‘So, how does it feel to be a national hero?’

  ‘Oh, you know.’ Larry shrugged. ‘Can’t complain.’

  ‘So I hear,’ Frank said, folding his arms, wondering whether, while he had them both here, he should broach the subject of why he’d rung Georgie.

  Glancing at her watch before he had a chance, Georgie said, ‘Sorry, Frank, I don’t mean to be rude, but we really can’t hang around. We’ve three more interviews to get to tonight.’

  ‘Oh, sorry, I should have realised. Will you, um, give me a ring sometime soon? Because I really need to speak to you.’

  Smiling warmly, because she and Frank had always got along okay, Georgie linked her arm through Larry’s and said, ‘Of course. I’ll call you tomorrow.’