The Death Of Ronnie Sweets Part 12

"I mean it, Jimmy. One more thing you haven't told me comes up and I'm going to rip that head off your skinny wee neck."

"Man, I swear, this is it. The whole deal, every b.l.o.o.d.y card doon on the table."

I let it go at that. No point in having any more of a go at him. He'd never told the truth a day in his life, I was sure. And even if he seemed to consider me a friend for this evening, he had no real reason to treat me different from anyone else.

In the darkness, the playpark was hollow and dead. The swings and chutes were misshapen skeletons hidden in the shadows. Litter was strewn on the tarmac.

Omar stood by the rusted roundabout with two guys I'd never seen before. His greying beard gave him an air of power even standing in such a desolate place. He wore a sharp, blue suit and when he saw me he folded his arms across his chest. "My estimation of you, Mister Bryson, is going rapidly downhill," he said. "You're keeping very poor company these days."

Jimmy stepped forward. "Hey, man," he said. "Ye're here tae talk tae me."

Omar shook his head. "Of course," he said. "You're an impudent little s.h.i.+t," Omar told him. But he was smiling. "With b.a.l.l.s."

Jimmy grinned, like his favourite teacher had just given him a gold star.

I looked at the other two fellows standing there. One of them a big Indian fellow dressed in a tan s.h.i.+rt and dark trousers gave me a nod.

"Have ye got ma money?" Jimmy asked Omar.

Omar nodded to the second fellow and he came forward. He brought a bundle of notes from his jacket and pa.s.sed them to Omar. Omar held out the packet for Jimmy to take. "Count it if you want," said Omar. "Make sure it's all there."

Jimmy grinned. He started hopping from one foot to the other. "Why would I want tae do that, man?" he said. "I trust you."

Omar smiled again like you would at a small child who's done something naughty but you're secretly proud of them.

Jimmy pa.s.sed the package to Omar. Omar took it and pa.s.sed it on the big guy in the tan s.h.i.+rt. He extended a hand to Jimmy. "If you ever do anything like this again, I will send a stronger message."

Jimmy laughed. He stuck out his hand as well, grasping Omar's. He put his other hand in his pocket.

I relaxed a little. I'd been worried about how this was going to go down. Jimmy was bound to be a little p.i.s.sed at the beating he received, but he seemed to be taking it all in good humour. Omar, of course, knew Jimmy for what he was: a small time chancer who'd got in over his head this time.

Jimmy pulled his other hand out his pocket. Before I registered what was happening, he'd punched Omar in the gut. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Omar doubled over and stepped back from Jimmy, who gave out a high pitched laugh and then turned to run. The two big guys didn't know how to react. They stepped forward to their boss to check he was all right. I just stood still. My mind went blank and I just stood and stared as Jimmy ran off into the night, cackling like a hyena.

I looked at Omar. The two guys let their boss fall to the ground. I saw clearly now that Jimmy hadn't just slugged him one in the gut; he'd chibbed Omar, sliced open the man's belly.

The guy in the tan s.h.i.+rt roared and came over to me. He swung a wild punch. I ducked, kicking out to get tan-s.h.i.+rt in the s.h.i.+ns. He roared again, caught off balance. I punched him in the stomach and then the face. He went down on the second punch. The other guy was trying to stop the blood pouring out of Omar. I went over and knelt beside him.

"I didn't know he was going to do that," I said.

"I should kill you," the guy said.

Omar mumbled something, but it was indistinct. Jimmy's blade had cut him deep and wide. He was losing blood, going into shock. I pulled out my mobile phone.

"What're you doing?" said the guy trying to stop the bleeding.

"I'm calling the hospital," I said.

He stood up and grabbed the phone from my hand.

The guy in the tan s.h.i.+rt was on his feet again, stumbling over to us. He looked angry; but he was more concerned about Omar than trying to knock my lights out.

"You won't call the hospital," said the first guy. "There's another number." He dialled in on my phone and mumbled something down the line in Arabic. I looked down at Omar. Tan-s.h.i.+rt was dealing with the blood flow, blocking off the wound, making sure his boss didn't lose consciousness.

I looked out across the park where Jimmy had run off. I should have seen it coming. He'd been antsy ever since I'd met him at the amphitheatre in Balgay. Thing was, all the time I'd known Jimmy, I'd seen him as a fool, a wee chancer. He wasn't dangerous. He'd nick your wallet soon as look at you, but that was about the worst I'd considered him capable of. I'd thought I knew who he was.

The guy on the phone hung up and came over to me. "Your little friend left you in the lurch."

I shrugged. "He's not my friend."

He laughed. "Why'd you come along with him, then?"

"He's an a.s.sociate."

The guy in the tan s.h.i.+rt was gripping his boss's hand. Omar's eyes flickered as he tried to stay conscious.

"I didn't know this would happen," I said. "I know Omar. He knows I wouldn't try something like this."

"Just wait. We'll see. But if you're lying, you're a dead man. And your little friend, he's a dead man anyway."

I arrived at my place close to half-twelve. Ros was in bed already. A note in the living room said there was pizza in the fridge In the kitchen I grabbed the pizza and a Millers. I sat in the living room and watched TV. I downed the beer quickly, before I'd munched through the remnants of the pizza. I went through for another brew before settling back in front of the BBC's News24 Feed.

I must have fallen asleep sometime after that. When I awoke, Ros was in the kitchen, boiling the kettle. I padded through and slipped my arms round her waist, kissing her slender neck. She pulled away from me, not unkindly.

"You got in late last night," she said.

"I know."

"Anything you want to talk about?"

"Work," I said.

"Client confidentiality?"

I smiled. "Something like that."

"You seem a little odd."

"Guess I didn't sleep as well as I thought."

"You seemed pretty relaxed when I came through," she said. Her eyes dropped to the beer bottles on the floor.

I shrugged.

"Long as everything's okay," she said, placing her mug down on the coffee table. She stood up and stretched. "Better get showered," she said. "Head out. An early morning coffee."

Ros smiled and left the room. I heard the shower go.

I fished my mobile out of my jacket and dialled Jimmy's pager. I went back to my coffee and decided to wait.

I called into the office at nine-fifteen. Babs answered and asked if everything was okay. I told her I was working something and probably wouldn't be by the office until later. She said that it was okay. There was a tone in her voice that I wasn't sure if it was a plea to be careful or some kind of unspoken reprimand for something I barely realised I'd done.

I waited. At ten I put the kettle on. I was still tired, in need of a pick-me-up.

The kettle boiled and my mobile began to bleat. I answered it in three rings.

"Awright, ma man!" said Jimmy.

"Where are you?"

"Sorry aboot that," he said. "Kindae got carried away, ken?" His words slurred together. He was loaded on something.

"You crazy little p.r.i.c.k."

He laughed. "Knew ye could take care o' yerself, man! It's nae more than he deserved, likes."

"It was a stupid b.l.o.o.d.y stunt."

"He disrespected me, man. Sending some wee w.a.n.kers tae beat the package outae me when I wouldae handed it over all peaceable, likes."

"So where are you?"

"Ah, naw, man, that'd be telling, ken?"

"Jimmy, this is me."

"Aye, it's you. And why should I trust you, man? Christ, mebbe I shouldae stuck you, too. All you do is you come tae me and you say, likes, 'Jimmy, I need ye tae get me information now,' or, likes, 'Jimmy, I'm looking fer someone and you'll know who they are, cause, ken, you're a b.l.o.o.d.y sc.u.mball too!'"

"Okay. I haven't been exactly fair to you."

"Ye think ye're this great wee man wi' yer contacts on the criminal underworld and aw that s.h.i.+te, Sam. But ye're just this stuck up p.r.i.c.k thinking yer better than I am!"

I didn't say anything.

"Like Omar, man, thinking that he's gonnae get one over on me, cause who am I but a wee schemie a.r.s.ewipe?"

"Even if he didn't survive, His brother Yafit will be after you."

"Man, I got aw that money, and I'm gonnae do great."

"Skipping town?"

He laughed. "I was like Fozzie Bear. But Fozzie Bear, he's got teeth, man. Big b.l.o.o.d.y teeth!"

He waited for acknowledgement, but I said nothing.

"Aw, man, dinnae worry! I'm no gonnae come gunning after you. I mean, I'm smarter than that, y'ken? I just thought I'd give you a ring, let you know I was doing awright and say thanks for everything. Even if ye were a snooty s.h.i.+te, I guess we got on awright. When you werenae shaking me down!"

"So where are you going?"

"Dinnae treat me like an idiot, man. I'm getting out, like while the going's good. Omar's going tae be p.i.s.sed, like, and Yafit, well I guess I cannae blame him. But they got back the b.l.o.o.d.y package, whatever-the-h.e.l.l, right?"

"Right."

"So this is goodbye. Good luck getting by withoot yer Fozzie Bear."

I hesitated. Then: "Good luck to you, Jimmy."

"And just so's ye know, I'm calling from ma home, man!" He cackled wildly before hanging up.

I waited a second, listening the dead tone on the other end. Finally, I pressed my fingers down on the cradle. When I lifted them I got the connection tone. I dialled in 1471. I got a number. Smiling, I wrote it down.

If Jimmy was telling the truth about calling me from his house, he lived in a small flat up beyond the Hilltown. The Hilltown area of Dundee is to the east of the city, up behind the Wellgate Shopping mall, Scotland's original purpose-built shopping complex. The Hilltown is long, steep and eclectic in its population. DSS and social scroungers live right alongside young professionals and students, although the further up you walk the more apparent the poverty becomes.. If there's one thing I guess Dundee can be proud of it's that there are few areas of the city that are divided; the high rises and council plots aside, pretty much everyone lives side by side.

Jimmy's pad was near the top of the Hilltown: the fourth floor of an old tenement building. No security buzzer, and the building's main door, which had once been painted red, was scratched, the paint peeling.

I walked up to the fourth floor, and saw that the flat on the left was open, the door gently peeking inwards. I pushed it and said, "h.e.l.lo, anyone home?" When I got no reply I walked inside.

The flat was small, with three rooms including the bathroom. The wallpaper striped blue and white was faded and peeling from the top down. The floorboards were exposed; rough and uneven. The bedroom had only a mattress on the floor. The living room wasn't much better. A phone was plugged into the wall but it lay on the floor. There was a sc.r.a.p of paper on top. It was marked in a spidery scrawl "SAM". I picked it up.

Sam, my man!

You always asked if I had a place to kip. This is it. Nice? Not as nice as your sw.a.n.ky wee place, I'm sure.

Don't know if I'll ever see you again. I don't know if you care. But it's been cool. It's been time to go somewhere else, anyway. Dundee gets on top of you after a while. Or maybe there's too many p.i.s.s-artists here want to break my skull open.

Whatever. See y'after, man!

He signed off with an incomprehensible scrawl. But I knew it was him. I smiled as I folded the note and put it in my pocket. The madness of the other night seemed a lifetime away. I guess that was Jimmy's charm; he was the rogue, the chancer, the happy-go-lucky wee s.h.i.+te who always seemed to land on his feet. Even after a display like the other night, that was how I would remember him.

I looked around the pad a bit more and decided there wasn't much else; no clue to who Jimmy really was. I guess I felt a little ashamed I hadn't got to know him better. But then, that's how I am: I never really know anyone. Jimmy had been right when he said I'd never taken the time to know him, but it wasn't because I saw myself as better than him. On that, he was dead wrong. Like almost everyone else in my life, he was useful to me. All my relations.h.i.+ps are utilitarian, maybe even Sandy, who I'd always thought of as my best mate.

I thought about this for a while, standing in Jimmy's dead flat. And then I thought about the one relations.h.i.+p I could say with absolute certainty meant anything to me. I took the note out of my pocket and screwed it up in my fist. When I got outside, I threw it in the nearest bin.

I pulled out my mobile, dialled through to Ros. She answered in three rings and I said, "It's me."

After that, I didn't say anything. I just closed my eyes and listened to her voice.