Hidden Sin: Part 2 of 3: When the past comes back to haunt you. Julie Shaw

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       Chapter 11

      Joey climbed down the ladder he had only just climbed up. ‘Bloody typical,’ he huffed as he finally reached the ground. Heavy raindrops were already soaking into his T-shirt, and he knew there was little point in carrying on.

      Not that he hadn’t had due warning. In what had seemed like no time – no more than half an hour, tops – the sky had turned from brilliant blue to grey and then to charcoal, as a mass of hefty storm clouds had rumbled across the horizon, effectively putting paid to his plans – not to mention his earnings – for the day. How could the weather change so bloody quickly?

      He could hear his dad’s voice in his ear then, because he’d heard it so often. That’s what it’s like in this job, son. So you’d better get used to it.

      But had he? He went round the ladder and rapped on the door of number 26, and waited for the lad inside to shuffle out.

      ‘Tell your mam I’ll be back later in the week to finish off the front,’ he told the boy. ‘No point doing it in this, is there? I’d just be taking her money off her for fuck-all.’

      The lad was mixed-race, like he was, around fourteen or so. He held up his hand to reveal a fiver and grinned before stuffing it decisively into his inside parka pocket. ‘Nice one,’ he said, giving Joey a satisfied smile. ‘Gives me a couple of days to earn this back then, doesn’t it?’

      Joey laughed. ‘That’s my bloody wages, that is, you little toerag. Well,’ he added, as he began to collapse his ladder. ‘On your own head be it. If she kills you, she kills you.’

      He was just about to add that he at least admired the boy’s sense of enterprise, when he felt a buzzing starting up in his jeans pocket. Managing not to jump – the bloody pager surprised him every single time – he puffed out his chest as he produced it. ‘You’ll have to excuse me a minute, mate,’ he said, noting the kid’s look of awe. ‘I’ve got to be off now. Got to get hold of my business manager.’

      ‘Fucking hell,’ the lad said. ‘Didn’t realise window men even had business managers.’ He hoicked a thumb up and jabbed it over his shoulder. ‘You can use our phone if you want. Mam’s out shopping but I know the pin code.’ Joey smiled. Impressed by the pager, the lad was clearly keen to impress as well. ‘Always uses my birthday, she does, the dozy cow.’

      Joey pondered for all of five seconds. The lad’s mam wouldn’t mind – she was one of his regulars. And if Mo was trying to contact him this early in the day, it was odds-on that it would be something important.

      He followed the boy into the stuffy interior, then stood and watched as he broke his mother’s code to use the phone.

      ‘Cheers, kid. You’ll go far,’ he said, as he took the receiver and punched out the numbers, turning his back slightly so the lad couldn’t see them. Not that he was paranoid, exactly, but neither was he careless, and Mo had told him it was confidential.

      ‘Where are you, lad?’ Mo asked as soon as the line connected.

      ‘At work. Well, I was,’ he said. ‘Fucking rain’s put paid to that now.’

      ‘Good,’ said Mo. ‘Good.’

      ‘Well, I’m not sure about that, Mo. It’s –’

      ‘So you’re free?’

      ‘Well, I suppose so.’

      ‘And your Paula’s not with you?’

      ‘Nah, she’s at work, she’s –’

      ‘Good. I’ll send Billy round to you then.’

      ‘Billy?’

      ‘Big Billy. To bring you over to mine.’

      Joey was struggling to keep up. ‘What, to the club?’

      ‘No, to the house.’

      ‘But I’ve got my cart and that,’ Joey pointed out. ‘I’ll have to take that home first –’

      ‘Twenty minutes then? Let me see. At The Bull car park? Yes, that’ll work. He’ll see you there.’

      ‘But –’ Joey began.

      ‘Nothing to worry about, son,’ Mo said. ‘I just need a word.’

      The line clicked to end the call before he could answer.

      Joey had been home two days. Paula had made him. So he could wake up at home on his birthday, which she’d insisted was important. He smiled at the memory of his first birthday present, too, because Paula had stayed over as well. And he’d been glad that his mam and dad had had a bit to drink that evening, because she wasn’t that good at keeping quiet about giving him his present, either; she’d been giggling and larking about like a bloody schoolgirl. Who knew sex could be so funny? But it was. And he’d jammed a pillow down the back of the headboard for good measure.

      She’d bought him a beautiful pair of drumsticks with his name engraved on them, and a posh brand of aftershave, and a denim shirt. And Nicky had slipped him a surprising twenty quid – which Joey knew he couldn’t afford – and had been all wet-eyed and soppy and embarrassing about it too. He didn’t quite get his uncle Nicky now he was properly getting to know him – half the time he was this ex-con hard man, who nobody would dare mess with, and the other half as emotional as fuck.

      His mam had even baked him a birthday cake. Chocolate, three layers, the full eighteen candles. ‘Got up early specially,’ she’d told him, ‘while you were both fast asleep in bed.’ Which had made him and Paula blush to their hair roots.

      And bit by bit they’d arrived at a strained kind of truce. Nothing said. Well, bar his mam saying sorry for slapping him and him apologising for what he’d said. Least said soonest mended. Done and dusted. Forgotten. And it was okay. Not quite normal, but okay.

      Still, given where he was going now, he didn’t want to face her – or his dad or uncle, for that matter – so, just in case they were in (he wasn’t СКАЧАТЬ