Read Online Remix (2010) by Lexi Revellian - Free Book Online

be able to grill Jeff. But he’s no more likely to check up on you than Dave.”
    “But he eats goldfish. That’s not very nice.”
    “I remember when that happened. He’s got an evil sense of humour, Jeff has. You wouldn’t believe the stories he told the press when we began to make it big. Totally phoney. They’re still doing the rounds. Once it’s out there you can’t get it back.”
    “Is there any point my talking to him if he makes stuff up?”
    “I can sort out what’s true and what’s not. Jeff just doesn’t know when to stop. He’s a lunatic. The Voices did some gigs on Mykonos in the early days, and he burnt our villa to the ground - he said the bonfire was too small, he wanted to see flames against the sky. We had to sleep on the beach. He was the same on stage. You never knew what he’d do next. Crazy stunts. The crowd couldn’t get enough of it. He once put his drums sticks down mid-performance, pulled a girl out of the audience and shagged her in the wings.”
    “Goodness…” I said feebly.
    Ric gave a short laugh. “I hope she enjoyed it, he was back on stage for the next song. Things other people would think of and maybe talk about, Jeff will actually do. He doesn’t give a toss. I’m not sure he’d know an ethic if it was held up in front of him in a strong light, with a label on it saying, ‘This is an Ethic’. He can be very funny, though.”
    “Like when he said you fancied Bryan? Was that funny?”
    “Not hysterically, no.” Ric’s voice had gone cool. “Me and Bryan were mates since school, that’s all there was to it. Jeff just didn’t get it.”
    “So what about Emma?”
    “What about her?” he said brusquely.
    “Did you fancy her?”
    “Not my type.”
    “So why did you…?”
    “Why did I screw her the day Bryan died?” Ric’s eyes were flinty. “I’ll tell you why I screwed Emma Redfern. Because I could, because I didn’t like her, because Bryan cared about her and I was pissed off with him. That’s why I felt so shit after. It was my fault, even if I wasn’t the one who stuck the knife in him. And if you’re thinking that makes me no better than Jeff, I agree with you.”
    He looked away, his face dark and closed, then got up, went inside and walked downstairs. I wished I hadn’t asked him. I felt even less enthusiasm for talking to Jeff Pike. I wished I hadn’t got into this. I picked up the mobile and made the call.

    Ten minutes later I went down to the office to find Ric. He was lying on the sofa, hands behind his head, staring into space.
    “It’s no go. He won’t do it,” I said, giving him his mobile.
    “Did you speak to him?”
    “Yes. He was quite rude. I could hardly get a word in - he didn’t even let me get my name out. Vikki’s name. Said he didn’t care whether Phil thought the book was a good idea or not, he wasn’t going to waste his time talking to me. It took him a while to tell me, though, because he swore a lot while he said it, and made suggestions for things me and Phil might like to do to each other.”
    “Shame he couldn’t see you…if he knew what you look like he’d have agreed.” Ric thought for a moment. “You’ll just have to ask him in person. Waylay him. Then he’ll do it, no question.”
    “I’m only doing it if it’s a public place. I don’t want to be on my own with that man.”
    “Fair enough. I’ll think about it. Maybe at his home, when his wife and kids are there.”
    I turned to go.
    “Caz.”
    “What?”
    “Sorry I got short with you. Let’s go out tonight. Have a meal, go to a club. I’ve got just enough dosh.”
    I laughed. “Do you always spend your money as soon as you’ve got it?”
    He raised his eyebrows at me. “Yes. Of course.”
    “You’ll have to tone yourself down a bit if you don’t want to be recognized. It’s a pity the market’s only Saturdays. You can get a tee shirt for a pound, and a hoodie for a fiver down Hoxton Street. We could try Peacocks, they’re