PI Kate Brannigan Series Books 1-3: Dead Beat, Kick Back, Crack Down. Val McDermid

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СКАЧАТЬ to violence when he’s cornered. As long as the British government never takes us down the criminally insane road of the USA, where every two-bit mugger totes a gun, I guess it’s all I’ll need to keep me alive.

      Tonight, I’d got what I came for. As I showered afterwards, my whole body felt loose and relaxed. I knew I could go home and listen sympathetically to Richard without biting his head off. And I knew that in the morning I’d be raring to go on the trail of Billy Smart and Moira Pollock.

      I got home just after nine with a carrier bag bursting with goodies from the Leen Hong in Chinatown. I let myself into Richard’s house via the conservatory and found him sprawled on the sofa watching A Fish Called Wanda for what must have been the sixth time, a tall glass of Southern Comfort and soda beside him on the floor. Judging by the ashtray, he’d smoked a joint in tribute to each time he’d seen the movie. On the other hand, maybe he just hadn’t emptied it for a week.

      ‘Hi, Brannigan,’ he greeted me without moving. ‘Is the world still out there?’

      ‘The important bits of it are in here,’ I reported, waving the bag in the air. ‘Fancy some salt and pepper ribs?’

      That got a reaction. It’s depressing to think that a Chinese takeaway provokes more excitement in my lover than my arrival. Richard jumped off the sofa and hugged me. ‘What a woman,’ he exclaimed. ‘You really know what to give a man when he’s down.’

      He let me go and seized the bag from my hand. I went to his kitchen for some plates, but as soon as I looked in and saw the mound of dirty dishes in the sink, I gave up the idea. How Richard can live like this is beyond me, but I’ve learned the hard way that his priorities are different from mine. A dishwasher is never going to win a contest with an Armani suit. And I refuse to fall into the trap of washing his dishes for him. So I simply took a couple of pairs of chopsticks from a drawer, picked up the kitchen roll and headed back for the living room before Richard polished off all the food. I know from bitter experience just how fast he can go through Chinese food when the dope-induced raging munchies get him in their grip.

      I was pissed off that I couldn’t tell him about my assignment from Jett, because I really needed to pick his brains. However, Richard was still smarting from his humiliation the previous evening, and it didn’t take much prompting from me to put some more flesh on the bare bones of my information. The only hard part was getting him off the subject of Neil Webster.

      ‘I just don’t understand it,’ he kept saying. ‘Neil Webster, for God’s sake. Nobody, I mean nobody, in the business has got a good word for the guy. He’s ripped off more people than I’ve had hot spring rolls. He got fired from the Daily Clarion for fiddling expenses, you know. And when you think that every journalist in the history of newspapers has fiddled their expenses, you begin to realize just what a dickhead the guy must be.

      ‘He’s been in more barroom brawls than anybody else I know. And he treats people like shit. Rumour was, his first wife had a lot more black eyes than hot dinners from him. After he got the bullet from the Clarion, he set up as a freelance agency in Liverpool. He was bonking this really nice woman who worked for the local paper there. He persuaded her to bankroll him in his new venture. He even promised to marry her. On the day of the wedding, he left her standing like a pillock at the register office. That’s when he took off to Spain. After he’d gone, she discovered he’d left her with a five grand phone bill, not to mention a load of other debts. Then her boss found out she’d been putting him down in the credits book for payments for jobs he hadn’t actually done, so she got the boot. That’s the kind of guy that Kevin thinks is right for the job.’ He stopped speaking to attack another rib.

      ‘Maybe Kevin’s got something on Neil, something to keep him in line with,’ I suggested.

      ‘Dunno,’ Richard mumbled through his Chinese. He swallowed. ‘I guess it was just that Jett wasn’t bothered enough about who did it to hold out for me.’

      ‘Perhaps Kevin wants to make sure it’s a whitewash job,’ I tried.

      Richard snorted with laughter. ‘You mean he thinks he can keep Neil on a leash? He thinks he can tell Neil exactly what to do and Neil will do it? Shit, he’s in for a rude awakening. Neil will feather his own nest, regardless of Kevin laying down the law.’

      ‘Yes, but at the end of the day, Neil’s not a rock journalist. You know exactly what stones to turn over, where to start looking if you wanted to dish some dirt, to get behind the headlines to the real story. But Neil doesn’t even know where to start, so to some extent, he’s going to have to go with whatever Kevin feeds him. And they’ve got him right where they want him, you know. According to Jett, Neil’s got an office and everything right there at Colcutt. He’s actually living there while he does the book.’

      ‘That’s exactly what I mean,’ Richard pounced. ‘Looking after number one. And he’s the only one who will come out of this on the up, I’d put money on it. Kevin might think he can control Neil more than he could me, but I’d give you odds that Neil will end up biting the hand that feeds him, just you wait and see.’

      ‘Sounds like a bad deal for Jett.’

      ‘Wouldn’t be the first time Kevin’s done that. And it won’t be the last.’

      That sounded fascinating. And it was a good way to get off Neil and on to the other members of Jett’s entourage. ‘How do you mean?’ I asked sweetly, helping myself to more vermicelli before it all disappeared into the human dustbin.

      ‘Always seems to me that Jett has to work a lot harder than other people at his level in the business. I’d love to pin Kevin down as to why that is.’

      ‘Maybe he just likes it,’ I suggested.

      Richard shook his head. ‘Not the amount of stuff he does,’ he said. ‘He’s always on the road for a couple of circuits a year. He should be able to get away with one tour, fewer venues, that sort of thing. On top of that, he’s doing an album a year. And even though he hates it, Kevin’s always plugging him into chat shows. He even had him doing local radio slots earlier this year, can you believe it? Jett has hardly had any time off, I mean proper time off, for the last four years. He shouldn’t have to do that. And the tour merchandise – they really push that stuff. There’s nothing laid back about Kevin’s operation, and somebody should be asking why. Maybe it is just bad deals, bad judgement. Or maybe they’re making sure that when they retire they’ll never have to lift a finger again. But if I was Jett, I’d be looking for a new manager.’

      I put some of the lyrics down to sour grapes, but I filed the general melody away for future reference. As Richard tore into the spicy pork, I tried another strategy. ‘Couldn’t you go ahead anyway and write the unauthorized biography, warts and all?’ I asked. ‘You must know a lot about the things that Jett wouldn’t necessarily want to make public. Like the split with … Moira, wasn’t it?’

      ‘Sure, I could spill any amount of beans,’ Richard agreed. ‘But I don’t know if I want to do that. I mean, Jett’s a mate.’

      ‘He’s got a funny way of showing it,’ I mumbled through a mouthful of beef koon po.

      ‘It would be the last exclusive I got from him.’

      ‘There are plenty more people in the rock business who trust you,’ I replied.

      ‘But an awful lot of them wouldn’t be happy about talking to me if I’d dropped Jett in it,’ Richard reasoned.

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