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Kerry giggled. ‘I wonder who the gay one at Arsenal is? Actually, the big clubs have loads of players and reserve teams. There’s probably at least four or five.’

James stood up from the table and boiled over. ‘That’s not funny,’ he shouted. ‘There’s no such thing as a gay Arsenal player.’

Kerry slammed James’ plate on the table in front of him. ‘Sit down and eat that,’ she said angrily. ‘Kyle’s your friend, so you better be supportive. If you say anything that upsets him, I’ll show you the meaning of uncomfortable.’

12. SUBURBAN

It was Wednesday evening, and James was on his third night making deliveries. His phone went off a couple of times a night; always the same calm female voice on the other end. James had no idea who or where she was, only that she seemed motherly, was happy to give directions and always signed off with the same words:
 
You be careful out there, young man
.

The deliveries were never more than a few kilometres’ ride. The job would be nasty in the winter, but on sunny early autumn evenings it was no hardship. James had imagined his customers would be scraggy-haired women in night clothes holding screaming babies, or wild-eyed men with beards and motorbikes, but it was nothing like that.

*

James was breathless by the time he found the housing estate. The houses were brand new. There was a developer’s signpost over the entrance:
 
LAST FEW HOMES REMAINING – PRICES FROM £245,000
. The houses were neat, with newly planted trees and recent-plate Fords and Toyotas parked on the driveways. There was no traffic and little kids played outside on skateboards and micro-scooters.

As James freewheeled down a gentle slope, he noticed the streets were named after musical instruments.
 
Trumpet Close, Cornet Avenue, Bassoon Road
.

He turned into Trombone Villas, the most exclusive street in the development. The grey tarmac became red and the cars on the driveways changed to Range Rovers and Mercedes. He was looking for
Stonehaus
, and like millions of delivery people before him, James had learned to hate house names. With numbers, you knew that 56 was after 48 and 21 was on the other side of the road.
Stonehaus
could be anywhere. He found it after a search, the signpost hidden behind a BMW X5 and a Grand Voyager. He wheeled up the driveway and pressed the bell, which sounded off a tinny version of
 
When The Saints Go Marching In
.

A boy ran down the hallway and opened the door. He was eight or nine, wearing the long grey socks and fancy uniform of a fee-paying school. At this time of day, the kid was in a state, with his bare chest showing under his unbuttoned grey shirt.

‘Daddy,’ the kid shouted.

A man holding a whisky tumbler hurried down the stairs, while the kid ran back to the TV.

‘HEYYYYY there,’ the man said, trying to sound cooler than the fat balding man he really was. ‘Four grams, wasn’t it?’

James nodded. ‘Two hundred and forty quid.’ He went into his backpack and got the four bags of cocaine. The man peeled five fifties off a roll of notes.

‘I don’t have change,’ James said.

Del had taught James to pretend never to have change. If the customer kicked up a fuss, you miraculously remembered that you had money from a previous delivery in your backpack; but you were hoping the average middle-class coke
snorter
didn’t want to keep a drug dealer hanging about on his doorstep and simply said:

‘No worries, son, keep the change for yourself.’

James smiled and tucked the money in his pocket. ‘Thanks, mate,’ he said. ‘Enjoy yourself.’

The man closed the door. James couldn’t help smiling. He’d just earned thirty-six pounds commission, plus a ten-pound tip, for a half-hour bike ride.

*

It was gone nine when James got home. Everyone was waiting for him in the living room. Two weeks into the mission,
Ewart
and Zara wanted a conference to see what everyone was doing and to work out the best way forward.

‘Sorry I kept you waiting,’ James said. ‘But I’ve got to deliver when I get a call.’

Zara had rearranged the sofas in the living room and brought in kitchen chairs, so everyone could sit facing each other. James squeezed on to a sofa between Kyle and Nicole.

‘OK,’
Ewart
said. ‘I want each of you to say what you think you’ve achieved so far. Keep it short, you’ve all got to get up for school tomorrow.’

‘Nicole,’ Zara said, ‘why don’t you start?’

Nicole cleared her throat. ‘You pretty much know. I’ve been getting on OK with April. She knows what her dad does for a living, but keeps out of it. I’ve been to Keith Moore’s house a few times doing homework and stuff and I’ve met him; just exchanging hellos and that.’

‘That’s a good start,’
Ewart
nodded. ‘Do you think you can carry on getting regular access to the house?’

‘Sure,’ Nicole said. ‘April likes having the girls round and showing off her giant bedroom. She likes to think of herself as the leader of our group. I’m going to a sleepover there this Saturday.’

‘Have you had much of a chance to nose around the house?’ Zara asked.

‘I thought I’d play it safe to start with,’ Nicole said. ‘You’ve got all the notes and stuff I copied from the cork board in the kitchen.’

‘Do you think you could place mini-cameras and listening devices around the house?’

‘Easily,’ Nicole nodded. ‘The house is big, so if anyone asks what I’m doing, I can pretend I got lost and wandered into the wrong room.’

‘Excellent,’
Ewart
said. ‘Could you get a nose inside Keith’s office?’

‘I doubt it, he’s usually in there. The one time he was out, I tried and the door was locked. I suppose I could take my lock gun.’

‘No way,’
Ewart
said. ‘If someone sees you with a lock gun, it will put you in serious danger and blow this whole operation.’

‘The next best target would be Keith’s bedroom,’ Zara said. ‘He’s the kind of guy who gets phone calls at all hours, so you can be sure he takes important calls in bed. Have a good snoop and put in a listening device.’

‘Why can’t you tap the phones from out in the street?’ James asked.

‘They’ve been tapped for years and Keith knows it,’
Ewart
said. ‘A serious villain like Keith Moore uses mobiles or face-to-face meetings. He’ll pick up a pay-as-you-go mobile and use it for a day or two, then switch to another one before we know he’s got it. He also speaks using code words, and uses something to disguise the sound of his voice, so you could never go into court and prove it was him saying what he said. Our only chance of getting useful information is to have a microphone in the actual room where Keith is talking.’

‘So, Nicole,’ Zara said. ‘That’s your target. Get a microphone in Keith’s bedroom and maybe a few others around the house. The risks are low, because nobody is going to suspect that a twelve-year-old girl is planting a microphone, but you should still be careful.’

‘OK,’
Ewart
said. ‘Good work, Nicole, keep it up. Do you want to go next, James?’

James nodded. ‘Me and Junior are top mates, bunking off and going to boxing and stuff.’

‘How much do you think Junior knows about his dad’s business?’

‘He comes out with stuff,’ James said. ‘He’s curious about what his dad does. If any one of Keith’s kids knows anything worth knowing, I’d bet on Junior.’

‘And the deliveries,’ Zara said. ‘How are they going?’

‘Good,’ James said. ‘It’s mostly nice houses and offices I’m going to. I was worried at first, but it’s like having a newspaper round, only with decent wages.’

Ewart spoke. ‘The mission briefing mentioned that kids around here aren’t just delivering small amounts of drugs to individuals, but are getting deeper into the organisation and delivering in bulk to dealers from other parts of the country. Have you seen any sign of that?’

James shrugged. ‘Some kids are making serious money, so it wouldn’t surprise me.’

‘Your number one job is to find out how they’re making that money,’ Zara said. ‘Make friends, ask questions and keep pestering until you get an answer. Remember to keep safe when you’re out on deliveries. If you think a situation is dangerous, pull out and we’ll clean up the mess afterwards. We’d rather abandon the whole mission than risk one of you guys getting hurt.’

‘Kyle,’
Ewart
said. ‘Your turn.’

‘
Ringo’s
a bust if you ask me,’ Kyle said. ‘He’s a straight-up guy, though he smokes a fair bit of cannabis. I’m getting in with his crowd. There are drug dealers at their parties and plenty of kids using all kinds of drugs. I might get some information from one of them, but I’m not hopeful.’

Ewart and Zara looked at each other.

‘Just keep trying, Kyle,’ Zara said. ‘That’s all you can do until we think of something else.’

‘So,’
Ewart
said. ‘Last but not least, Kerry.’

‘Me and Erin can’t stand each other,’ Kerry said. ‘She’s weird and immature and her friends sit in a group and don’t talk to anyone else.’

‘What did you do to try and get in with them?’
Ewart
asked.

‘We’re just so different,’ Kerry explained. ‘I don’t think we’ll ever get on.’

‘The thing is, Kerry,’
Ewart
said, ‘you’ve been trained to work out what type of person your target is and then act in a way that makes them your friend. If Erin mucks about and upsets teachers, then that’s what you should do, even if you think it’s silly and immature. If Erin swears and bunks off, you should do that too. I know you can’t guarantee forming a friendship with a target, but I don’t ever expect to hear a cherub say they’re too different from someone to get along.’

Kerry looked angry. ‘You’d need a world-class psychiatrist to work out Erin. She’s part of a weird little clique and they shut everyone else out.’

Zara spoke. ‘If you haven’t hit it off with Erin by now, I doubt it’s ever going to happen. I can’t see much reason for you to stay on this mission. We can send you back to campus and say you’ve moved back to live with your real parents, or something.’

Kerry looked close to crying. ‘I don’t want to be sent back. I’m trying to get involved with someone else, like it says in the briefing.’

‘I can’t see much point,’
Ewart
said. ‘If you were a boy, you might be recruited as a courier, but that’s all done through the boxing club, which is boys only.’

Zara nodded, agreeing with her husband. ‘I’m sorry this mission didn’t work out, Kerry, but don’t be disappointed. Think of it as a learning experience.’

‘Let me stay,’ Kerry begged. ‘There’s a boy in my class called
Dinesh
. I’m getting friendly with him and I think he knows something.’

James put his wrist up to his lips and made a loud smooching noise.

‘Grow up, James,’ Zara said wearily. ‘Kerry, what is it you think
Dinesh
might know?’

‘His dad runs a company that makes microwave meals for supermarkets. When I was talking to him about Erin, he mentioned that his father has dealings with Keith Moore.’

Zara didn’t look too impressed. ‘Keith is a wealthy man, Kerry. He has business dealings with lots of people.’

‘But it’s the way
Dinesh
said it,’ Kerry explained. ‘It’s like
Dinesh
had a bad taste in his mouth. It might be nothing, but I’d like a chance to dig deeper.’

Ewart and Zara looked at each other.

‘
Please
 
don’t send me back to campus,’ Kerry grovelled. ‘Just give me a few more days.’

‘You’re fond of this boy
Dinesh
, aren’t you?’ Zara said. ‘Is that the real reason you’re so keen to stay?’

‘I’m a professional,’ Kerry stormed. ‘It’s not because I’ve fallen for some boy. I’ve got a hunch and I’m asking you guys to show faith in me.’

‘OK, Kerry,’ Zara said gently. ‘There’s no need to get upset.
Ewart
and I will postpone our decision on sending you back to campus until next week. How does that sound?’

Kerry nodded. ‘Thank you.’

‘Anything else, before we all go off to bed?’
Ewart
asked.

‘Yeah,’ James said. ‘It’s Lauren’s birthday this weekend, is it still OK if she visits?’

‘No problem,’ Zara said. ‘If she meets up with any of the local kids, you’ll have to tell them she’s your cousin. It’ll seem weird if you suddenly have a sister popping out of nowhere.’

‘If that’s everything,’
Ewart
said, ‘let’s all get some shut-eye.’

With only one bathroom, there was a scrum over the toothbrushes. Kerry stayed on the couch sulking and James thought he’d give the others a few minutes to fight it out.

‘You’re really good at this,’ Kerry said, looking at James.

‘What?’ he asked.

‘Missions. You go into a room and everyone likes you. Good old James, even the baby likes you. I study hard and I get some of the best marks on campus, but I’m rubbish out on missions where it really counts.’