by Andy McNab
I stopped and looked up as her grandkids ran shrieking and giggling from the house a couple of hundred metres away and headed in our direction. ‘You know what, Hazel? I think we’d all have liked a bit more time with Charlie . . . except for Charlie.’
The kids bounded up and hugged their grandmother, still not really sure what to make of things. Julie had told them Granddad had gone to teach the angels how to freefall, and they thought that was a great idea. But then they asked when he’d be coming home.
We reached the house. The VW was outside, all packed, ready to go. Well, sort of. The surfboard only had two bungees holding it down.
Silky came out onto the veranda, arm in arm with Julie. She came down the steps and gave Hazel a final hug, then jumped into the VW. With a bit of luck we’d be in the Whitsundays for breakfast.
Hazel kept her hand on my arm and pulled back to have a last look at me. Her eyes were brimming.
‘Nick, if you see Crazy Dave, don’t forget to thank him for what he’s done for us. The money, getting you two back here – he’s been absolutely wonderful.’
I kissed her cheek. ‘He has, hasn’t he?’
I climbed into the combi. Mother and daughter waved to us from the veranda as we turned down the track.
I leaned forward on the steering wheel, ready for a long night’s drive, thinking about my best mate Crazy Dave.
I’d heaved Charlie into the Taliwagon and followed the pipeline as we’d planned, driving all night without lights, so the helis didn’t see me. From that moment on, Crazy Dave had taken over. He got us picked up on the Georgian side of the border and driven into Turkey. He sorted passports, everything.
He’d got us flown back to Australia, me in Club Class and Charlie in cargo, and then he’d seen to it that Hazel was set up for life. But then, he hadn’t had a whole lot of choice . . .
As I’d crawled along beside the pipeline that night, I’d mulled over what the fat fuck had said. Bastard’s politico mates had given him a million for the job, but instead of spreading it around he’d skimmed off five hundred grand for his retirement plan.
Crazy Dave hadn’t been far behind.
Charlie had only needed two hundred thousand, and the silly fucker had probably said he’d do anything for it.
So, I made a deal with Mr Good Guy of Bobblestock while waiting in the Club lounge at Istanbul. He’d give Hazel the whole five hundred thousand, telling her it was the agreed fee for the job. In return, I’d hold off telling the guys who knocked on his door how much markup he liked to take, or telling the companies that used him that he had a quality control problem – he didn’t even check if the bayonets had disco hands.
The bit I’d enjoyed most was telling him that if he didn’t get his finger out and have the cash in Hazel’s account by the time me and Charlie arrived in Brisbane, I’d be on the next flight to Bobblestock, to come and separate his bony arse from his wheelchair.
Silky touched my arm. ‘Why the smile, Nick Stone?’
I took my eyes off the track for a second, and grinned at her. ‘Just thinking . . .’
I’d been thinking about her a lot – for 12,000 miles and plenty of time zones – and normally that would have been her short cut to a P45. I’d have left her in Brisbane, I’d have given her the van. I’d have cut away.
But this time, about 36,000 feet over the Pacific, I’d remembered something someone had once said to me in a car that stank of wet dogs.
‘It’s all about trying to hang on to the balance, lad . . . make any sense?’
I’d nodded to myself on the plane, and I nodded to myself again now.
‘About what?’
‘About how right you were. We are a good fit, aren’t we?’
She laughed and leaned her head against my shoulder, and if that was what joining the human race was all about, I was up for it.
Something else I’d learned from the expert.
We passed the paddock where the old stallion had used to mope, but not any more. I’d fucked about with the JCB and dug a big hole in the corner of his field, and then I’d put Charlie’s shotgun to his head and given it both barrels. I had an idea that the bay was smiling now as much as Charlie was.