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himself a wry smile. ‘Print and be cunting
damned. I wish my life was so pissing easy.’ That reminded him, he
needed to see his psychiatrist sooner rather than later.
April was
one step ahead of DCI Crosbie and his team.
She was sitting in a
Starbucks having an 8 a.m. meeting with Selina’s former employee.
Chantal Cameron had threatened to spill the beans on her time
working for Selina, before she had suddenly clamed up. No cheque
she’d subsequently been offered from a string of April’s tabloid
rivals to reveal all about her rich and famous employer could break
her silence.
But now Selina was
dead, Chantal had agreed to meet April once more. The reporter had
ordered two lattes and the pair sat outside so they could smoke.
Chantal was in the mood to get a lot off her fake chest. It
transpired that she had been more than just Selina’s dog’s body.
She’d also procured illegal drugs for her.
Chantal explained: ‘I
used to talk to Selina when I brought her coffee in the morning. We
got quite close. She was like a big sister to me.
‘Then one day she
said she was feeling really down and tired and asked if I could
think of anything to help her out.
‘I’d do a bit of
speed and the likes out clubbing at the weekends and actually had
some on me. She said she’d never tried drugs before but was well up
for it. She paid me out of petty cash. Then the next day she asked
me for some more.
‘Within a few weeks I
was running errands left, right and centre on so-called company
business, when all I was doing was picking up stuff from my dealer.
She was into everything. Speed. MDMA. Blues, you name it.
‘The speed was to get
her hyped up before meetings, diazepam to bring her back down
again. She also liked a bit of hash to get her off to sleep. She
even asked me to get her crystal meth once.
‘But then she sacked
me.’
‘Why?’ April
asked.
‘‘Cos I was doing a
bit of skimming,’ Chantal replied nonchalantly.
‘Skimming?’ April
enquired.
‘I could skim around
five hundred pounds a week for myself, plus what I needed for
personal use,’ Chantal replied, before deciding she needed to
justify her stealing, ‘but you have to remember it was my neck on
the line. If I’d been busted then I would have taken the full rap –
Selina had made that very clear. She was paranoid about being
caught. But then paranoia and drugs kind of go hand in hand.’
‘Who was your
dealer?’ April asked.
‘I’m not at liberty
to say,’ Chantal replied coolly, ‘but he’s into drugs in a big way
and not the sort you cross.’
‘How much was Selina
spending on drugs every week?’ April asked.
‘By the end? Up to
two grand,’ Chantal replied from behind her oversized shades.
‘How much was your
salary?’ April asked.
‘I was on buttons as
a junior - twelve grand a year,’ Chantal snorted.
‘But you were earning
another twenty-five on the side tax-free. You’re quite the little
entrepreneur,’ April said.
‘Look, I didn’t come
here for you to look down your nose at me. That bitch fired me
after all the risks I took on her behalf. So what if she discovered
I was ripping her off? What she was doing was illegal, too. I told
her I’d expose her drug habit if she didn’t pay me off.’
‘Is that what
happened. Did Selina buy your silence?’ April asked.
‘Er, no. I ended up
getting another job,’ Chantal added shiftily.
April knew she was
lying. But as far as she was concerned Chantal was a symbol of
everything that was wrong with today’s generation: all me, me, me.
Drugs and extortion came so easily to Chantal. It was just another
bargaining tool. She was clearly a girl with issues and a massive
chip on her shoulder. When April had been in her mid-twenties she
would have been delighted to be worked for a rich and famous
company boss. But that didn’t appear to be enough any more. Chantal
wanted to live the high life, too, having done nothing to deserve
it.
April
damned. I wish my life was so pissing easy.’ That reminded him, he
needed to see his psychiatrist sooner rather than later.
April was
one step ahead of DCI Crosbie and his team.
She was sitting in a
Starbucks having an 8 a.m. meeting with Selina’s former employee.
Chantal Cameron had threatened to spill the beans on her time
working for Selina, before she had suddenly clamed up. No cheque
she’d subsequently been offered from a string of April’s tabloid
rivals to reveal all about her rich and famous employer could break
her silence.
But now Selina was
dead, Chantal had agreed to meet April once more. The reporter had
ordered two lattes and the pair sat outside so they could smoke.
Chantal was in the mood to get a lot off her fake chest. It
transpired that she had been more than just Selina’s dog’s body.
She’d also procured illegal drugs for her.
Chantal explained: ‘I
used to talk to Selina when I brought her coffee in the morning. We
got quite close. She was like a big sister to me.
‘Then one day she
said she was feeling really down and tired and asked if I could
think of anything to help her out.
‘I’d do a bit of
speed and the likes out clubbing at the weekends and actually had
some on me. She said she’d never tried drugs before but was well up
for it. She paid me out of petty cash. Then the next day she asked
me for some more.
‘Within a few weeks I
was running errands left, right and centre on so-called company
business, when all I was doing was picking up stuff from my dealer.
She was into everything. Speed. MDMA. Blues, you name it.
‘The speed was to get
her hyped up before meetings, diazepam to bring her back down
again. She also liked a bit of hash to get her off to sleep. She
even asked me to get her crystal meth once.
‘But then she sacked
me.’
‘Why?’ April
asked.
‘‘Cos I was doing a
bit of skimming,’ Chantal replied nonchalantly.
‘Skimming?’ April
enquired.
‘I could skim around
five hundred pounds a week for myself, plus what I needed for
personal use,’ Chantal replied, before deciding she needed to
justify her stealing, ‘but you have to remember it was my neck on
the line. If I’d been busted then I would have taken the full rap –
Selina had made that very clear. She was paranoid about being
caught. But then paranoia and drugs kind of go hand in hand.’
‘Who was your
dealer?’ April asked.
‘I’m not at liberty
to say,’ Chantal replied coolly, ‘but he’s into drugs in a big way
and not the sort you cross.’
‘How much was Selina
spending on drugs every week?’ April asked.
‘By the end? Up to
two grand,’ Chantal replied from behind her oversized shades.
‘How much was your
salary?’ April asked.
‘I was on buttons as
a junior - twelve grand a year,’ Chantal snorted.
‘But you were earning
another twenty-five on the side tax-free. You’re quite the little
entrepreneur,’ April said.
‘Look, I didn’t come
here for you to look down your nose at me. That bitch fired me
after all the risks I took on her behalf. So what if she discovered
I was ripping her off? What she was doing was illegal, too. I told
her I’d expose her drug habit if she didn’t pay me off.’
‘Is that what
happened. Did Selina buy your silence?’ April asked.
‘Er, no. I ended up
getting another job,’ Chantal added shiftily.
April knew she was
lying. But as far as she was concerned Chantal was a symbol of
everything that was wrong with today’s generation: all me, me, me.
Drugs and extortion came so easily to Chantal. It was just another
bargaining tool. She was clearly a girl with issues and a massive
chip on her shoulder. When April had been in her mid-twenties she
would have been delighted to be worked for a rich and famous
company boss. But that didn’t appear to be enough any more. Chantal
wanted to live the high life, too, having done nothing to deserve
it.
April
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