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A little bit of fumbling around, just for effect, and then you go right to where the answers are. Because someone’s driving from the back seat. That’s the name I need, Mister Castor. Confession is going to be good for your soul. And for – let’s say – your left eye.’ To add emphasis to the words, he held the knife in front of my eyes and showed me my own blood on the blade. ‘Then your right, after a very short interval for reflection.’
So the truth wouldn’t do, I thought: I’d have to fall back on bullshit.
‘I don’t know his name for sure,’ I said.
‘Then how did he pay you? I’ve checked your bank account, and there’s even less action going on there than there seems to be in your sex life.’
It’s meant to be harder to lie to someone if you’re making eye contact with them. I made myself stare Todd straight in the face, just so he didn’t run away with any ideas about my reliability as an informant.
‘He’ll kill me,’ I said.
Todd shook his head. ‘No,’ he reassured me. ‘He won’t.
I bowed my head as if I was giving in to the inevitable. ‘Tall,’ I said. ‘Taller than me. About my age, maybe a little older. Wore a suit even more expensive than yours. Had a beard. Not full – trimmed. A guy who cares about his appearance.’
‘Eyes?’
‘Didn’t notice?’
‘Hair?’
‘Blond.
I could only see the lower half of Todd’s body from this position, but even so he couldn’t mask a slight stiffening in his posture – a coming to attention. Either he hadn’t been expecting that, or it had just confirmed his worst fears.
‘Build?’ he said. He was trying to sound as bored and disengaged as he had before, but it rang false now. Interesting. It would be nice to live long enough to find out what that meant.
‘He was heavy-set,’ I said. ‘A bit of a brawler. But an upper-class brawler, obviously.
‘Look at me,’ Todd snapped. I raised my head again. Todd pointed the knife at my left eye. ‘I was there when you-’ he started to say, but then he obviously had second thoughts. ‘Accent?’ he demanded brusquely.
‘Like yours. Cultured, you know, but only the one coat of paint. Something else showing through.’
‘Is that right?’ He smiled the way a shark smiles. ‘You saw through me, did you, Castor? Right, right.






