Bucket Nut (30 page)

Me! Upset Simone! He was lying to me and I was so angry I started kicking and punching him. And I remember him fighting me and yelling at his wife to call the police.

Well, the polizei came. But not before I'd given Mr Redman a very hard time. Because, even then, I knew a bit about fighting. I remember he had a bloody nose and mouth, and all the little china whatsits in the hall and living-room had got broken. I don't remember actually breaking them, but there was glass and china all over the floor. And Mrs Redman had a nasty gash on one of her knees. And her face was all red and swollen up.

The polizei came. And I'm not sure how it happened but they got me so I couldn't move. I couldn't move an inch. I felt like a helpless little baby. Me!

And Mrs Redman said, ‘Take her away. Take her away. She's mad. Insane. She's violent. She always has been. My daughter must be protected from her.'

My daughter must be protected from her.

Can you imagine that?

The lies they told about me!

I was screaming at the polizei about the lies and about rescuing Simone. But they didn't listen to me. They never do.

They carried me backwards out of the house.

But this is the part I remember now, which normally I don't remember …

‘Eva!' Dave de Lysle said. ‘Eva, what's the matter?'

‘Nothing,' I said. ‘I was just thinking, that's all.'

‘I'll get you a drink,' he said.

He brought me a glass tumbler with something in it.

‘Slowly,' he said.

So I drank it slowly. It didn't taste very nice but it warmed me up inside and I stopped shivering.

We sat there, all quiet. Him on his side of the table and me on mine with the big jar of biscuits in between.

‘Better?' he said, after a bit.

‘I'm all right,' I said. Except I was feeling tired. Which was funny because I hadn't done any proper exercise since the fight.

‘You gave me quite a scare,' he said. ‘I thought for a minute you were going to beat me up and throw me out of the window.'

‘Me?' I said, surprised. ‘Hurt you? What you ever done to me?'

‘Nothing,' he said. ‘But I thought you were angry.'

‘Me?' I said. ‘Angry?'

‘About me advising you to think twice about going to see the Redmans.'

What a funny bloke. I wasn't angry. I was once, but that was years ago.

‘I am thinking twice,' I said. ‘And maybe you're right.'

‘Good,' he said. ‘Rushing off without thinking might do you more harm than good.'

‘You sound like Harsh,' I said. Which surprised me because I've got a lot of respect for Harsh whereas Dave de Lysle is only an artist.

‘Take care when applying force,' I said. Which is what Harsh always says. Harsh says, ‘Force applied without thought may harm only you.'

He's talking about wrestling, in case you didn't know. But, although it might sound like a load of crumble, I thought about it in connection to the Redmans.

Because the part I remembered about going to rescue Simone from the Redmans – the part I usually don't remember – was about when I left.

The polizei were dragging me out backwards and I couldn't move and I couldn't run and I couldn't save myself. And the last thing I saw as they dragged me out was Simone at the top of the stairs.

She
was
there.

I knew she was there all along. I knew the Redmans had been lying to me. I knew they'd locked her up so she couldn't see me. But she got free and there she was at the top of the stairs. I was so happy to see her. She would explain. She would tell them, and they would believe her. People always believed Simone.

‘Simone!' I said. ‘Tell them.
Tell them.'

But she never got a chance to tell them because Mrs Redman rushed up the stairs. She said, ‘Never mind, darling. We're here. You're safe now.' And she put her arms round Simone. It made me boil over. What
right
had she?

I expected Simone to push the poxy old cow down the stairs. But she never.

I couldn't understand it.

And the worst thing was that Simone was wearing a frilly little dancing dress and soppy little dancing shoes. And they'd put her hair up in a daft little knot on the top of her head. They had turned her into a stranger.

And then Mr Redman slammed the door and that was that. I can't remember what happened next.

This, then, was what I was thinking about.

You see, I'm not an angry little kid anymore. I am Eva Wylie, the London Lassassin. And next time I go to visit the Redmans I want them to respect me. Next time I go there I want to be Heavyweight Champion, and I want to have money in my pocket. Proper money, so that I can take Simone away properly.

I mean, we aren't little kids on the run. Not now.

I'm grown up. And the next time I rescue Simone I want it to work. I want her to know I'm someone to look up to. Someone to respect. Someone who can take care of her family.

So I looked at Dave de Lysle sitting there in his big kitchen, like he was permanently one step behind as usual. And I thought he was a good place to start. Because of course I needed cash and those bastards had ripped off my stash. I needed to get my teeth fixed and I needed cash for Simone.

So I said, ‘You want me to pose for you now?'

‘Now?' he said.

‘Now,' I said.

‘All right,' he said.

‘Proper money this time?' I asked.

‘All right.'

‘In advance?' I said.

‘If you want,' he said.

There are some people just begging to be taken advantage of, aren't there? And I'd be a fool not to, wouldn't I?

Liza Cody grew up in London. She studied painting at the City and Guilds of London Art School and the Royal Academy School. She has worked as a painter, furniture-maker, photographer and graphic designer. Her first novel,
Dupe,
won the John Creasey Award for the best first crime novel of 1980 and was nominated for an Edgar Award in the USA.
Under Contract
was shortlisted for the Gold Dagger Award, and in 1992 she won the Crime Writers' Association Silver Dagger Award for
Bucket Nut.
Liza Cody now lives in Somerset.

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Literary Review

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Bucket Nut
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First published by Chatto & Windus Ltd in 1992
Copyright © Liza Cody 1992

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