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Authors: Katherine John
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depends on what you prayed for,’ the bouncer grinned.
‘Profitable goods for a large and ready market.’
‘I’ve heard there’s Black Daffodil samples on offer. They won’t be plentiful. Word is the manufacturer’s looking to sell the rights, not just the merchandise.’
‘How much?’
‘B D pills wholesale at £2 a pop.’
‘Retail?’
‘I’ve heard of punters paying £5.’
‘A single pill?’ Trevor was sceptical.
‘When they can get them.’
Trevor recalled Bill telling him 48 could be produced for a pound. No wonder every major dealer was after it. ‘I’ll exchange the Charlie for a sample. If I like what I get, there’ll be more orders. A lot more,’ Trevor promised.
‘That’s no good to me unless I’m already doing business with whoever buys the rights. You setting up a stall round here?’ Jude asked suspiciously.
‘Not in competition with the locals,’ Trevor reassured him. ‘When I said a captive market, I meant it.’
Jude looked bemused for a moment before his thin-lipped mouth curved into a smile. ‘The slammer! I done pokey. Dog handlers and wardens are swine.’
‘If Black Daffodil is all it’s cracked up to be, easily transportable and undetectable to sniffer dogs, we’re very interested. But can you get it?’ Trevor pressed.
‘Like I said, I can ask around. When do you want it?’
‘Tomorrow?’
‘You interested in the rights?’
‘Possibly,’ Trevor hedged.
‘You’ll have the Charlie tomorrow?’
‘I will.’
A barman walked in, nodded to Jude, walked into a cubicle and shut the door.
Jude motioned his head towards the door. ‘If I can’t get what you want, I’ll have the cash.’
The last thing Trevor wanted to do was play straight dealer. ‘You’ll try?’
‘My gym’s in the city centre.’ Jude fished a card out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Trevor, who pushed it into his wallet. ‘I’ll be there tomorrow from four till six.’
Trevor returned his wallet to his pocket.
Jude smiled as they headed back to the bar. ‘Masha’s waiting for you.’
‘It’s a good time to check on my friend’s losing streak.’
‘You don’t gamble?’ Jude asked.
‘Only on dead certs.’
‘After two years here I don’t even put the odd tenner on a gee gee any more.’ Jude turned to the main door.
Trevor’s phone vibrated in the pocket of his jacket. He moved to the edge of the crowd around the blackjack table and discreetly checked the messages. There was only one from Chris.
HIT GOLD
Trevor smiled. There was nothing he or Peter could do before morning, but it was good to know that they didn’t have to rely on Jude to come up with the goods. He fingered the keys and sent a return message.
C U SOON
Peter pulled off his tie as they walked into his suite. ‘At one stage I was five grand up.’ He shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it beside his tie on to the bed.
‘A wise gambler told me the only number that matters is the one you are up at the end of a session.’ Trevor handed Peter a malt whisky, sat in a chair and lifted his feet on to Peter’s bed.
‘I said that?’
‘You did.’ Trevor lifted his glass. ‘Here’s to a speedy wrap.’
‘And the fall of bloody wise arses.’
‘How much you down?’
‘What makes you think I’m down?’ Peter demanded.
‘How much?’ Trevor repeated.
‘Two hundred.’
‘Given that you played for four hours you could say that was cheap entertainment. And the dealer was pretty.’
‘Very.’ Peter smiled.
‘Drink up, we have places to go and people to see tomorrow.’
‘Our gofers?’
‘Sent a message. They hit gold.’
Peter whistled. ‘Well done, gofers. I’m amazed.’
‘Only because you don’t want to believe anyone is as good as you when it comes to marketing.’
‘I give credit when it’s due.’
‘I also want to call in the estate agent’s.’
‘You want to move to Wales ?’
Given the theatrical emphasis Peter had put on the last word,
‘Profitable goods for a large and ready market.’
‘I’ve heard there’s Black Daffodil samples on offer. They won’t be plentiful. Word is the manufacturer’s looking to sell the rights, not just the merchandise.’
‘How much?’
‘B D pills wholesale at £2 a pop.’
‘Retail?’
‘I’ve heard of punters paying £5.’
‘A single pill?’ Trevor was sceptical.
‘When they can get them.’
Trevor recalled Bill telling him 48 could be produced for a pound. No wonder every major dealer was after it. ‘I’ll exchange the Charlie for a sample. If I like what I get, there’ll be more orders. A lot more,’ Trevor promised.
‘That’s no good to me unless I’m already doing business with whoever buys the rights. You setting up a stall round here?’ Jude asked suspiciously.
‘Not in competition with the locals,’ Trevor reassured him. ‘When I said a captive market, I meant it.’
Jude looked bemused for a moment before his thin-lipped mouth curved into a smile. ‘The slammer! I done pokey. Dog handlers and wardens are swine.’
‘If Black Daffodil is all it’s cracked up to be, easily transportable and undetectable to sniffer dogs, we’re very interested. But can you get it?’ Trevor pressed.
‘Like I said, I can ask around. When do you want it?’
‘Tomorrow?’
‘You interested in the rights?’
‘Possibly,’ Trevor hedged.
‘You’ll have the Charlie tomorrow?’
‘I will.’
A barman walked in, nodded to Jude, walked into a cubicle and shut the door.
Jude motioned his head towards the door. ‘If I can’t get what you want, I’ll have the cash.’
The last thing Trevor wanted to do was play straight dealer. ‘You’ll try?’
‘My gym’s in the city centre.’ Jude fished a card out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Trevor, who pushed it into his wallet. ‘I’ll be there tomorrow from four till six.’
Trevor returned his wallet to his pocket.
Jude smiled as they headed back to the bar. ‘Masha’s waiting for you.’
‘It’s a good time to check on my friend’s losing streak.’
‘You don’t gamble?’ Jude asked.
‘Only on dead certs.’
‘After two years here I don’t even put the odd tenner on a gee gee any more.’ Jude turned to the main door.
Trevor’s phone vibrated in the pocket of his jacket. He moved to the edge of the crowd around the blackjack table and discreetly checked the messages. There was only one from Chris.
HIT GOLD
Trevor smiled. There was nothing he or Peter could do before morning, but it was good to know that they didn’t have to rely on Jude to come up with the goods. He fingered the keys and sent a return message.
C U SOON
Peter pulled off his tie as they walked into his suite. ‘At one stage I was five grand up.’ He shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it beside his tie on to the bed.
‘A wise gambler told me the only number that matters is the one you are up at the end of a session.’ Trevor handed Peter a malt whisky, sat in a chair and lifted his feet on to Peter’s bed.
‘I said that?’
‘You did.’ Trevor lifted his glass. ‘Here’s to a speedy wrap.’
‘And the fall of bloody wise arses.’
‘How much you down?’
‘What makes you think I’m down?’ Peter demanded.
‘How much?’ Trevor repeated.
‘Two hundred.’
‘Given that you played for four hours you could say that was cheap entertainment. And the dealer was pretty.’
‘Very.’ Peter smiled.
‘Drink up, we have places to go and people to see tomorrow.’
‘Our gofers?’
‘Sent a message. They hit gold.’
Peter whistled. ‘Well done, gofers. I’m amazed.’
‘Only because you don’t want to believe anyone is as good as you when it comes to marketing.’
‘I give credit when it’s due.’
‘I also want to call in the estate agent’s.’
‘You want to move to Wales ?’
Given the theatrical emphasis Peter had put on the last word,
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