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The men in black saw me to the door, but with no laying-on of hands, and I walked out into bright sunshine. But after their ninety-three million mile sprint, the dazzling rays faltered in the final straight and didn’t seem to reach me. I was li£ch to ke some guy in a bloody Leonard Cohen song.

My mobile buzzed as I walked down towards the Pier Head. I took it out and put it to my ear.

‘Hello?’

‘Castor.’ The voice was instantly recognisable: Dick-Breath sounded like his balls still hadn’t dropped.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘It’s me. Hello, Richie. Thanks for getting in touch.’

‘You’re welcome. Keighley said you wanted to talk. I want that, too.’

‘Great,’ I said. ‘Do you know where my mum is living now? It’s just on the—’

‘I can’t come to Walton,’ Richie said, categorically.

‘Why’s that, then, Richie?’

‘I just can’t. I’ll tell you when I see you. But choose somewhere off the street, Castor. Somewhere where nobody will see us. And it needs to be out in the open.

‘Why?’ I asked again.

‘So I can see you coming,’ Richie said.

18

The Linacre Lane cemetery in Bootle was looking a lot less overgrown and graffitied than when I’d seen it last. There were fewer used condoms on the ground, too, so someone was clearly making a real effort; but I wasn’t here to admire the view.

The 61 bus put me off within sight of the gates, but I walked on by and did a circuit of the place first - both to see if I’d been followed and to think about what I’d already picked up while I’d been here.

Not the jackpot, obviously - that I could only get from Anita herself - but a few little nuggets of possibility. Kenny’s obsession with Anita meant that the two of them playing house together two hundred miles from home was a smaller camel to swallow: particularly since Kenny had done his level best to drive Anita away from the ’Pool in the first place. Mind you, I reflected, there wouldn’t have been a lot keeping her here: as a single mum in Walton with no man in tow, she would have taken a lot of cheap shots, a lot of innuendo and collateral contempt from the matriarchs of my mum’s generation.

And then there was Steve’s obvious hatred of Matt. It had shown in his face, both times he’d been mentioned.