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car park and Pulford sits on its bonnet, looks up at Jasmine Cash’s flat. He waits ten minutes until she finally comes out on the deck, young Millie on her hip. She shouts down for him to ‘Fuck off’, which makes him ashamed because he knows Staffe really liked Jasmine. But Pulford figures that if Jadus knows he is harassing his girlfriend, he might come out of the shadows. Also, the more Jadus thinks it’s not safe to call on them in their own home the more he will want to.
    Pulford gets in the car, starts it up and swings out onto the East Road. He makes his way up Columbia Road, seeing on the small monitor down by his gearstick that Brandon is making his way out on the Roman Road towards Stratford. He reaffirms the ethics of his approach, his faith in the many ways the goodness of the law can manifest itself.

Five

    Staffe reads Raúl Gutiérrez’s article, which made the front page of La Lente . He can ascribe sense to most of the words. He has been topping up his Spanish, layering new lumps of nouns and verbs onto his faded memories of the foreign language. Recently, propped up in bed with only cicadas and the slow arc of the sun for distraction, the language has become increasingly clear.
    He drains the last bottle of soft drink from the minibar and douses his head in cold water again. Last night, he and Raúl went to a peña way out at the top of the Avenida Garcia Lorca, and after the flamenco, they drank with a guitarist friend of Raúl’s and went back to Gutiérrez’s place – an apartment somewhere near Casa Joaquín – but the cubatas had taken their toll and Staffe had fallen asleep. He was awakened rudely early by the sound of Raúl’s snoring – kicking at his temples like a stableful of mules. At dawn, he made his way back to the Hotel Catedral, picked up a morning edition of La Lente.
    He reads Gutiérrez’s story one more time.
     
    GANG EXECUTION IN THE PLASTIC
    But Who Will Pay the Real Price?
    Yesterday Almería saw another example of what happens when money and drugs come together.
    A foreigner was discovered dead in the intensive farming greenhouses on the coast between Adra and Roquetas del Mar. Tourists on all-inclusive holidays played in the sea and relaxed by swimming pools drinking cuba libres as a man was viciously murdered. Police are certain the death is related to the importation of drugs from Morocco.
    The dead man is a white northern European and police say that several witnesses saw a group of black men behaving suspiciously in the plastic shortly before the estimated time of the killing.
    The price we ordinary people will pay for this terrible industry that is staining the city and province of Almería is that people will choose to go elsewhere for their holidays. It is imperative that we drive these greedy criminals back where they came from – to save our jobs and conserve the tradition of our unique Andalusian way of life.
    Drug use amongst the young in Spain is already a problem and we must make it as difficult as we can for our youth to acquire these narcotics. As for the death of another trafficker or dealer – do we really care?
    RAÚL GUTIÉRREZ
     
    Staffe tosses the paper into his case and makes his way down to reception where he orders a two-litre bottle of water and asks them to find out what time the buses leave for the Alpujarras.
    As he waits, he considers what Raúl might be up to. His story couldn’t have been written any better by the Comisario of police himself – if he wanted a free-for-all on drug trafficking. And he wouldn’t want to be a Moroccan, trapped down there in the plastic on twenty euros a day and taking the blame for all bad things that pass.
    ‘There is a bus at twelve-thirty but you have to change at Ugijar. Would you like a taxi to the station, Señor Wagstaffe?’
    ‘Yes.’ The way he feels now, dehydrated and sweating, he thinks he wouldn’t care if he never clapped eyes on Gutiérrez ever again. Then he recalls that the