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said sorry and asked me to leave. I wasn’t sure if he’d pay. I’m new to this, so I wasn’t sure what the set-up was. But then he took a wad of notes out of his jacket pocket and gave me the money. He looked more embarrassed than anything. So I put my clothes on and left.’
    ‘You left. Just like that?’ Gordy sat back on his office chair and linked his fingers over his pot belly. ‘Can you remember what was in the room, any bags or anything?’
    ‘Bags?’
    ‘Aye. Luggage. Like a suitcase or anything?’
    Nikki narrowed her eyes, hoping she looked as though she was racking her brains.
    ‘I think there was a holdall on the floor.’
    ‘You didn’t see an aluminium suitcase? Like one of them attaché cases you see businessmen carrying?’
    She shook her head.
    ‘Nope. Nothing like that. I mean, I wasn’t looking for anything. To be honest, I wasn’t paying much attention to what was in the room. Do other girls notice everything inrooms when they go to a punter? I’m only looking at the punter. He’s the one who’s paying for me, so that’s all I’m interested in.’
    Gordy picked up his mobile phone and held it up.
    ‘You didn’t see a mobile?’
    Nikki shook her head.
    Gordy said nothing and let the silence settle over them as he stared at Nikki for so long she could feel sweat trickling down her back. Her heart was thumping.
    ‘So what is the situation, Gordy?’ Julie broke the silence. ‘This guy’s dead. We know that much. And Georgie told us she heard he was naked on the floor with a belt around his neck. Is that right?’
    ‘Aye.’
    ‘So he either did it to himself or somebody’s done him in. Who is he anyway, Gordy?’
    Gordy glowered at her.
    ‘Doesn’t matter to you who the fuck he is. And, until I got a phone call putting a rocket up my arse about two hours ago, it didn’t matter a fuck to me either. But now it does. Because now I’ve got someone breathing down my neck, asking where this Paki cunt’s attaché case is. Because there were fucking rough diamonds in that case. Smuggled diamonds. And the last person to see him alive was you.’ He turned his icy glare to Nikki.
    ‘Well, he was alive when I left. That’s all I can say. What else do you want me to say?’ Tears welled up. ‘The poorguy’s dead. Who knows if he committed suicide, maybe because he couldn’t have sex? I feel guilty. If I could have done something more for him to have sex with me, then maybe he wouldn’t have done himself in, if that’s what happened.’
    ‘Fuck’s sake!’ Gordy shook his head and looked perplexedly at Julie. ‘What you doing bringing somebody into this game with a fucking conscience?’ He turned to Nikki. ‘Listen, darlin’, this isn’t a social service we provide here. Some punter wants a ride, then we supply it and move on to the next customer. Anything else is of no consequence to us. But this guy was apparently carrying a case with a lot of valuable stuff in it. He was making a delivery down south, and decided to take a bit of down time before his meeting the next day. But suddenly he’s found brown bread on the hotel floor. And his last point of contact was Discreet Escorts.’
    ‘How do you know that, Gordy? Is he a regular?’ Julie asked.
    ‘No, he’s not. First time. But he got one of the guys he knows up here to give him our number, and he called us himself. So, all of a sudden, every fucker is doing a post-mortem trying to work out what happened. And somebody has told his boss that he was meeting one of our girls.’ He looked at Nikki. ‘That’s you . . . and you were the last person to see him!’
    ‘But maybe I wasn’t,’ Nikki protested, sniffing. ‘Anythingcould have happened after I left. But I didn’t do a thing. Honest, Gordy. I’ve told you everything. You’re looking at me as if I did something, and I didn’t.’ She broke down in sobs.
    ‘Jesus wept!’ Gordy said, as Julie handed Nikki a tissue. ‘Who is she? Mary fucking