Massive in Lapland by Ian Edwards & Paul Waller

Author:Ian Edwards & Paul Waller [Edwards, Ian & Waller, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-12-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Alan prised the lid from his coffee cup and let the steam rise. The cup was painted like a Christmas pudding, the rising steam completing the image. He took a tentative sip and wondered if there would be a coin lurking at the bottom of the cup for authenticity. He clipped the lid back on the top, watching the steam plume out of the little holes. He wondered if it was possible to be broken by the enormity of modern Christmas celebrations. Perhaps Pekka had a point after all.

He looked across the dining room to where Frankie stood, leaning against the doors. Catching sight of Alan, Frankie waved and walked over to join him.

As Frankie slipped into the seat opposite Alan took his mobile phone from his pocket and slipped the ear buds into his ears.

‘Alright son?’ Frankie asked.

‘Not bad. OK, before you ask, yes I slept in Sarah’s room. But in a chair. She had the bed. No I don’t know where Pekka is and I haven’t been back to my room,’ he paused while Frankie took it all in. ‘Satisfied?’

Frankie smiled. ’Yes thanks. And where’s Sarah?’

Alan attempted to take a sip of his coffee through the little holes in the lid and winced as the liquid burnt his tongue. ‘She said she had an idea and that she’d meet me here…’ He checked his watch, ‘in about ten minutes.’

Frankie nodded. ‘She’s a good girl that Sarah.’

‘Yeah, she’s alright,’ Alan agreed and went back to his coffee.

*

Mikkel pushed the trolley along the corridor. One of the wheels squeaked and he had worked out that by pushing the trolley at varying speeds he could almost get a tune out of it. As he sped up slightly the squeaking increased and (in his opinion) recreated part of Slade’s “Merry Christmas Everybody”.’ Gudni, his colleague from facilities turned to him and asked;

‘Are you doing this on purpose?’

‘What?’

‘The squeaking. With the trolley.’

Mikkel shrugged. ‘I’m just pushing it. It’s doing the squeaking on its own. Where to next?’

‘Room 317,’ Gudni answered after consulting his list.

Mikkel looked at the boxes loaded onto his trolley. There were four left. At least another couple of hours work. He sighed.

‘I told you not to drink too much last night,’ Gudni told him. ‘It’s all self -inflicted.’

‘I know, but its Christmas. You have to make a special effort at Christmas. It’s the rules.’

‘Well you certainly made the effort.’

Mikkel ignored his colleague and concentrated on a tricky verse of “Merry Christmas Everybody”.’

*

‘Ever seen the Godfather?’ Frankie asked.

‘No.’

‘Any of the Jimmy Cagney gangster films?’

Alan shook his head again.

‘Have you ever seen a gangster film?’

‘A couple. I saw Goodfellas once, but was disappointed. I thought it was going to be about pizzas.’ Alan grinned.

Frankie frowned. ‘Sorry son, I don’t understand.’

‘Sorry, after your time. To be fair it wasn’t a bad film.’

‘So you see the type of people you’re dealing with? You can’t take a chance. You can’t give them reason to believe you’re involved.’

Alan nodded, bored by Frankie’s incessant talk about gangsters.

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