Hope Dies Last by Deborah Finn

Author:Deborah Finn [Finn, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-11T18:30:00+00:00

Jango shifted uneasily in the passenger seat. “But I always do the driving,” he said.

“In your car,” Farren agreed.

Jango pressed his big boot against the broken glove compartment that kept falling down. “It’s a stupid idea, being in a van.”

“You agreed to it,” Farren reminded him. “No one ever notices a white van.”

“Yeah, until everyone said that no one notices a white van, and now everyone notices a white van.”

“No, they don’t,” Farren disagreed. “You can sit parked in a van and no one thinks anything of it. They think you’re just waiting on a job or something. You sit around, two blokes in a Merc, that doesn’t look right, does it?”

Jango leaned forward, tugging in a sulky way at his boilersuit. “Do we even know he’s in there?”

“That’s his car,” Farren said, nodding at the Fiat 500.

Jango shook his head and laughed. “You’d be fucking ashamed, wouldn’t you? And what’s those bars sticking up on top?”

“They’re for boats,” Farren said. “For fastening them on. My brother in law’s got them. He goes out fishing on the sea. It’s alright. I went with him once.”

“Yeah?” Jango said dubiously. “I’d rather go down the chippy, cod and chips. Not going to catch that on your boat, are you?”

“I could murder a bag of chips,” Farren said.

“Yeah, me too,” Jango agreed. “Let’s drive round and get some. There’s nothing happening here.”

“No,” Farren said. “One of us should stay. The driver, that is,” he said, laughing. “It’s only round the corner. You can walk. You’ll be there in a minute.”

“Walk?” Jango said.

Farren laughed. “Yeah, mate, walk! That’s what you have me doing, isn’t it? You see how the other half lives now, eh?”

Jango sighed and then reached for the door handle. “Alright. What do you want?”

“I don’t want fish. I’ll have chips and curry sauce, but I want the sauce in a pot, not on the chips. And I don’t want a load of vinegar.”

“Alright, Meg Ryan.”

“Hey, shut up.”

Jango slammed the door and walked round the front of the van. Just as he got to the pavement, Farren wound down the window to stop him.

“Mate,” he hissed urgently. “Get back in. Look who’s coming out the house.”

Jango looked across to the house. “What? That old woman? What of it?”

“Get back in,” Farren said again. “Don’t you recognise her? That’s the old woman who was at the flat that time. Don’t you remember? She scared the shit out of us.”

Jango looked across at her. “Are you sure?” he asked. He looked a bit longer. “Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed.

He jumped back into the van and slammed the door as Farren started up the engine.

“Hang back a bit,” Jango said. “Let’s see where she’s going.”

“She’ll be going to the bus,” Farren said.

“Yeah, you’re right. What the fuck’s she doing here? Fucking hell, this is messed up.”

“She’s seen our faces,” Farren said. “She’s seen us at that dead woman’s flat. She could ID us.”

Jango nodded, watching as the old woman neared the corner of the street. “She could tell that bloke.

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