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exhibit all the signs of
concussion when he’s in his normal waking state.’
    ‘You mean he goes round actin’ like a tit?’ said Vlad.
    ‘Correct,’
said the consultant. ‘But he’ll be back to where he was - eventually. My advice
is no sex and no alcohol for two months, and don't forget use this DIY kit to
give him a carbolic enema six times a day.’
    As they made
for the A&E’s automatic sliding doors, Vlad turned and called out, ‘Hey
doc, thanks. If you’re ever in the Dead Dog, mention my name and it’s free
drinks all night!’
    The
consultant and the nurse waved them goodbye. As soon as Vlad and Vic had
disappeared into the car park, the consultant removed his white coat and
changed back into his hospital porter’s overalls.
    ‘How did I do?’ he asked the nurse, handing back the stethoscope.
    ‘Fucking
brilliant,’ replied the angel of mercy. ‘Absolutely fucking brilliant.’

Chapter 7
      ‘ Hello, this is the
maintenance lady, I need to check your electricity supply,’ repeated Vic, his
glassy eyes staring blankly at the sputtering neon tube down the corridor.
    ‘Darling,’ said Vlad,
knocking on the door again, ‘it’s Vlad and Vic here. Sorry to be back so soon,
but could we have a quick word?’
    ‘ Hello, this is the
maintenance lady, I need to check your grumph - Jesus!’
    Inside her apartment, Mrs
Hathaway was fully awake and moving at lightning speed. She shot into the
bedroom, dragged the unconscious Aubrey down to bottom edge of the bed and
roughed the duvet, so it appeared the bed was unmade.
    This was a trick she’d
learned as a young girl, when she once stayed under the bedclothes, still and
silent, for hours while her parents went mad with worry. They called in the
police who set up roadblocks, dragged the river and made announcements on radio
and TV. Of course, there was hell to pay, and not a little parental violence,
when she was discovered. It was a trick you could play only once, and in
Aubrey’s case, this was that time.
    She
patted him in place, ran over to the door and opened it quickly.
    ‘Oh hello, gentlemen,’ she
said. ‘Sorry I took so long, I was just finishing my treadmill session.’
    Vlad was filling the
doorframe as usual, but behind him, a purple-faced Vic was doubled up,
clutching his groin.
    She
peered round Vlad’s bulky frame with an expression of genuine concern.
    ‘Oh don’t worry about Vic,’
said Vlad, with a smile. ‘Since he met up with Mohammed Hathaway, he’s not been
in the real world!’
    ‘Well
that certainly looks like a real-world injury!’
    ‘Nah! He’ll get over it.
It’s just like them Pavlova’s Dogs in reverse. Whenever he sees a door, he
keeps repeatin’ that stuff about maintenance ladies and electricity supplies.
So I just apply a little pressure, occasionally, to remind him that’s not how
normal people behave.’
    She gave Vlad a
disapproving look, which made him shuffle his Gucci-clad feet awkwardly.
    ‘So,
what can I do for you?’
    ‘We’re lookin’ for another
business associate of ours - goes by the name of Aubrey. Looks like a
nicotine-stained ferret wearing a homburg. He’s been specially selected, you know,
like when you win a raffle, and we want to make sure he gets what’s comin’ to
him, as soon as possible.’
    ‘Well,
I’ve never heard of him.’
    Vlad gave her an
ultra-intimidating glare. It wasn’t that he was suspicious, it was just a
habit. Sometimes, that look got people to blurt out a confession. Then, it was
just a case of deciding where to dispose of the body.
    Vic had
straightened up and the pallor had returned to his face. He came and stood next
to Vlad, and put his head on his shoulder, oblivious to the fact that it was
his twin brother who had so recently twisted his testicles.
    ‘Well I
suppose you’d better come in and see for yourself - again !’ said Mrs Hathaway.
    She moved her
left hand up to smooth her hair back into place. Vic instinctively flinched and
ducked