Doc grabbed my arm, ‘You’re leggin’ it already.’ ‘Yeah, I’m funned out.’ ‘Oh, that’s rich Cooper.’ ‘Was there something?’ ‘Hardware. We’re gonna need some shooters right – the guy fell thru but I got another address. Here, you go arm us.’ ‘But this is in Islington.’ ‘What, you think they only sell guns in Kilburn?’ ‘Bad fuck to this – I dunno this guy.’ ‘He’s expecting you.’ ‘Wonderful, thing is what’s he expecting from me?’ ‘Cash, lotsa cash.’ ‘How novel.’ But Doc had already turned away. Father Cleary was calling. I wanted to go to Islington about as much as I’d want an evening with Quinn. Traffic was light and I got over there in jig time. The day’s repo was the Renault Espace Turbo Diesel. A sort of double retake as the company was recalling them, to install a fuse in the engine’s diesel pre-heating system. Heat sometimes damaged the wiring harness. What I did was be careful. Enough heat going down already. Couldn’t find the house for ages.
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