Hidden Sin: Part 1 of 3: When the past comes back to haunt you. Julie Shaw

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      Brian smiled too, caught up, as he always was, in pride for his stepson. ‘You and Paula still getting on alright then?’ he asked, just about managing not to wink. Paula’s name had been coming up such a lot lately that he and Christine had both picked up on it independently – and both agreed they knew why, as well.

      ‘Dad!’ Joey said, his cheeks darkening immediately. ‘Course we are. We have to. We’re working together, aren’t we?’

      ‘And she’s a lovely lass,’ Brian pointed out.

      ‘She’s fucking fit,’ Nicky added.

      ‘And you could do a lot worse,’ Christine said, standing up. ‘Me and your dad were only saying the other day, weren’t we, love? You and her would make a lovely-looking couple.’

      ‘Whoah, whoah, whoah,’ Joey said, looking suddenly aggrieved. ‘Have you heard yourself? Nowt’s happened yet, Mam, so you and Dad can just keep your nosy snouts out. Last thing I need is you two showing me up if she calls round.’

      ‘Ooh, calling round, is she?’ Nicky said. ‘You’re well in there, son. Lucky bugger. Anyway, is anyone going to make a brew, or am I going to have to do it?’

      Brian reached for his pouch of baccy. ‘What do you think?’ he said.

      Nicky roused himself and Brian followed him out into the kitchen anyway, leaving Joey to tell Christine all about the evening, the words ‘I’ve got a permanent place in the band now’ following his progress down the hall. He was pleased to see Joey happy – how could he ever not be? – but he couldn’t shake the nagging anxiety that increasingly accompanied it. Things were changing and he wasn’t sure he liked it.

      Dreams were one thing but real life was a very different matter. And it seemed to him that Joey’s dreams, however talented he might be, were surely destined to end in disappointment. Maybe not now, not right away, but eventually they would. He wasn’t stupid – half the bleeding pubs in Bradford made it so obvious; how many of them had bands in, scratching out a meagre living, day to day, from one badly paid gig to the next? What were the chances of it ever really amounting to anything? Whereas with the windows, if he knuckled down and extended the round onto another estate, the world would be his oyster in no time. He’d be able to buy his own van, too. A van meant for ladders, buckets and chamois leathers, not frigging speakers, amps and drum kits. Why was Joey always so restless? Always looking for something more? Why wasn’t his life – which was a good life – enough for him?

      Brian rolled his ciggie and lit it, then helped Nicky with the tea, tuning out from his pissed ramblings. He also made a mental note that next time Joey needed a lift, it would be him and not his uncle who took him, even if taking the drum kit meant two trips. He also made a mental note that he’d need to say something to Christine. He was happy enough putting Nicky up in the short term – least they could do, given the extent of the sacrifice Nicky had made for his sister – but not for too long. He was too bad an influence on Joey. But it seemed it wasn’t just Nicky in pole position for turning Joey’s head.

      ‘So I think he might have been some kind of record producer or something,’ Joey was saying to his mam when they returned. He glanced across at Nick. ‘Did you see him, Uncle Nicky?’

      Nicky grunted as he put the mugs down. ‘See who?’

      ‘The man who came and spoke to me. I think you might have already left by then, actually. But he was there till the end. And you wouldn’t have missed him if you had seen him. Big black guy. Posh clobber.’

      ‘Didn’t he say who he was?’ Christine asked. ‘Give you a business card or anything?’

      Joey shook his head. ‘No. I just told you, Mam – he just came up and said how good he thought we were. And bought me a pint.’

      ‘So what makes you think he was a record producer then?’

      ‘Just the way he was, Mam. We all thought so. Just the way he looked and the way he acted. I dunno.’ He spread his hands. ‘He just seemed sort of professional, you know? Not someone you’d expect to see in The Sun. He stuck out like a sore thumb. But in a good way,’ he added, leaning down to grab a mug of tea.

      Brian was properly listening now. This was what he had been afraid of as well – of his son being taken advantage of by some fly-by-night agent. Of him being exploited in some way. Joey wasn’t exactly naïve but he was definitely still a bit wet behind the ears. And you heard about it all the time, didn’t you? ‘Well, did he have a name, this guy?’ he asked. ‘And did you see him, Nicky?’

      ‘See who?’ Nicky said again.

      Joey shook his head. ‘He couldn’t have done. But his name was Macario.’

      ‘Macario?’ Brian said. ‘Odd name.’

      But ringing a bell, strangely. And soon not at all strangely, with Joey’s next, damning, utterance. ‘Yeah, it is, isn’t it? But he said I should call him Mo.’

      The name hit Brian like a physical whump in the chest. And he didn’t need to look to know the colour would be draining from Christine’s face. And when she spoke it was little more than a whisper. ‘Mo?’ she said. ‘You sure? A big man? A black man? Definitely called Mo?’

      Joey nodded. ‘Massive dreadlocks.’ He fluffed up his own substantial head of hair to illustrate. ‘Like, huge.’

      Brian felt cold, despite the tea, which was now scalding his hands. ‘Why?’ Joey asked, smiling happily. ‘Do you know him?’

      Brian didn’t dare look at Christine, because he knew his mask might slip. Masks tended to do that when long-buried secrets threatened to come out.

      ‘Think I’m thinking of someone else,’ he finally plumped for.

       Chapter 3

      So this was the moment, was it? Come to get her? The moment she had always known might come, but had wished so hard never would. Christine folded her arms across her chest and buried her hands in her armpits so that Joey wouldn’t see that they were shaking.

      It took a couple of heartbeats before Brian met her eye. He opened his mouth and then closed it.

      ‘Anyway,’ she said. ‘So what did he look like, this Mo, then?’ Her voice hadn’t betrayed her but she knew her burning cheeks might. She was grateful for the gloom in the room. ‘Older guy, was he?’

      Joey gave her a strange look. Or perhaps she was being paranoid. ‘I don’t know, Mam,’ he said. ‘Not old. Forties? Big bloke. Really smart. Seemed to know what he was on about, you know?’

      It figured. ‘So did he say anything else to you? Ask your name?’

      Joey shook his head. ‘He already knew my name. He called me Joey when he came over, so I supposed he must have already asked someone about us. About me. About the СКАЧАТЬ