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kind of bouncer's code, the way Brandon was used to dealing with people. All this logic shite was doing his brain in. Thing was, even as a chill breeze picked up and numbed the aching bruises on his face, Richie was optimistic. Even willing to offer the cash he had on him. Anything to get out of this as peacefully as possible.
    Then Brandon shook his head. "Nah, I don't think so."
    "What?"
    "I heard what you said. Appreciate your concern. But I reckon, whoever the fuck this Goose gadgie is, he can come down here and do whatever. I got mates who'll step up if it comes to it."
    Richie half-smiled, couldn't believe it. Wanted to give this bloke examples he'd listen to. If Goose's lads came down to the Leam , it wouldn't be a fucking West Side Story face- off, it would be this Brandon bloke squealing through the blood in his mouth in the middle of the night. "I don't think you get it."
    "I get it," said Brandon. "You're working for some half-arse hard man from where, like, north of the fuckin ' river, right?"
    "He's not half-arsed," said Richie.
    "Aye, well, whatever the fuck you want to tell us, I think I'm going to keep hold of what I bought."
    Richie's smile went full beam as he reached for his tabs. He stuck one in his mouth and lit it. "I thought you didn't have it."
    "Nah, mate, you're the one doesn't have it. And you're not getting it, neither, so do yourself a fuckin ' favour and fuck off, alright? Get back to fuckin ' school. Some of us have got real work to do."
    Richie blew smoke. "Fuck's that supposed to mean?"
    "Means I've got a real job. Not skivvying for some cunt." Brandon slapped the chest of his puffer jacket. "I'm legit, mate."
    "Aye," said Richie, nodding.
    "Now fuck off."
    Brandon didn't put hands on him again, but he made out as if he was going to, which flinched Richie back a step. Then Brandon turned back to The Admiral, his hands tucked deep into his puffer. Richie took the tab from his mouth, watching the bouncer return to his post. Brandon stopped at the double doors, pushed one of them open and shouted something inside. Then he assumed the usual position outside the pub.
    Richie kept watching him. He smoked the rest of his tab, then started walking towards the pub. His eyes never left Brandon, who started to look more irritated the closer Richie got. Wondering what the fuck this lad had to say to him, probably thinking that he'd already said it all and getting angry that he'd have to repeat himself. When Richie got to the double doors, Brandon stuck out a hand. "I don't think so."
    "Why not?"
    "Landlord doesn't want you in there. You're under age."
    "It was you I wanted to talk to."
    "And we talked. You got nowt to say to us."
    "Give us the gun."
    Brandon laughed and spit fell over his lip. He wiped it away and said, "Go on, mate. Off you go."
    "I'm not asking anymore. I'm not even offering you your money back. I'm telling you. Give us the gun back."
    Brandon leaned forward, got right in Richie's face. He could smell the mixture of chewing gum and gin on the bouncer's breath as he said, "Fuck. Off."
    Richie swung. Clocked the bouncer on the side of the head, right in the ear, threw him off balance, but didn't do much damage. Didn't matter. Richie lunged for Brandon, planted both hands on the man's torso, and shoved him hard against the double doors. Brandon didn't get a chance to right himself, and his weight carried him through the doors. As he hit the carpet, the doors clattered shut.
    The noise was like a starter's pistol. Richie turned to the car park, started running.
    He hadn't felt anything under that jacket. Nothing that could've been a gun, anyway.
    Which meant the gun was probably still in the bastard's shit-brown Cavalier.
    As he approached the car, he looked around for a half-brick, something to put through the window. Nothing in sight – The Admiral's landlord kept the car park spotless. Probably sick of having his windows put out by drunks. Richie glanced that way now, saw movement inside