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1 The Cuckoo's Calling

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“And who knew that was going to happen?”<br />

“It was a spontaneous thing. I bought the bangles and we just did it. It was<br />

beautiful, man.”<br />

“It really was,” echoed Ciara sadly.<br />

“So, for the press to have found out so quickly, someone who was there must<br />

have told them?”<br />

“Yeah, I s’pose so.”<br />

“Because your phones weren’t being tapped then, were they? You’d changed<br />

your numbers.”<br />

“I don’t fucking know if they were being tapped. Ask the shits at the rags who<br />

do it.”<br />

“Did she talk to you at all about trying to trace her father?”<br />

“He was dead…what, you mean the real one? Yeah, she was interested, but it<br />

was no go, wannit? Her mother didn’t know who he was.”<br />

“She never told you whether she’d managed to find out anything about him?”<br />

“She tried, but she didn’t get anywhere, so she decided that she was gonna to<br />

do a course in African studies. That was gonna be Daddy, the whole fucking<br />

continent of Africa. Fucking Somé was behind that, shit-stirring as usual.”<br />

“In what way?”<br />

“Anything that took her away from me was good. Anything that bracketed<br />

them together. He was one possessive bastard where she was concerned. He was<br />

in love with her. I know he’s a poof,” Duffield added impatiently, as Ciara began<br />

to protest, “but he’s not the first one I’ve known who’s gone funny over a<br />

girlfriend. He’ll fuck anything, man-wise, but he didn’t want to let her out of his<br />

sight. He threw hissy fits if she didn’t see him, he didn’t like her working for<br />

anyone else.<br />

“He hates my fucking guts. Right back atcha, you little shit. Egging Lu on<br />

with Deeby Macc. He’d’ve got a real kick out of her fucking him. Doing me<br />

over. Hearing all the fucking details. Getting her to introduce him, get his fucking<br />

clothes photographed on a gangster. He’s no fucking fool, Somé. He used her for<br />

his business all the time. Tried to get her cheap and for free, and she was dumb<br />

enough to let him.”<br />

“Did Somé give you these?” asked Strike, pointing at the black leather gloves<br />

on the coffee table. He had recognized the tiny gold GS logo on the cuff.<br />

“You what?”

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