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who’s in it so far?”
“Dermot of course, he’s invested money alongside mine. There are a couple of other local guys as well. We’re still interviewing other possible candidates but I’m certain Dermot would accept you.”
“But I haven’t agreed to be ‘interviewed’ and I may not wish to accept this bloody Dermot of yours.”
“Don’t piss about Harry, I know and you know that you want a job and a bit of the excitement on the side!”
“OK, give me a clue about what you’re dealing with.”
Andrew looked around the room again before continuing.
“We’ve gleaned some information about non military cargoes coming this way from the States and Canada via Ireland, more precisely the Free State. We believe, I mean we know, that we can intercept some of the best bits and divert them to the U.K., we have a ready market here, especially now that American bases are being established everywhere. The G.I.’s have plenty of money to burn on luxury items, plus we already have our own flourishing black market that’s continuing to be fruitful.”
There was a pause as Harry thought about the ‘shadow’ operations.
“OK, this sounds more interesting than bloody rent collecting. If your Dermot fellow accepts me then I’ll think about joining you. But on one condition, I need to be fully involved and not just called in at a later stage to run errands for you.”
“OK, good man. I fully understand your concerns. I’ll discuss all this with Dermot.”
Andrew finished his drink.
“The plan would be for you to be employed by me to carry out rent collections, when any ‘shadow’ projects come along then I’ll involve you. Now it’s my turn for a round.”
“No, I’ll go.” Harry said.
As he stood up he turned and bumped into the barmaid who was collecting glasses.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Its OK laddie, it happens all the time. Did any spill on you?”
“No, I’m OK ...”
She smiled at him and he followed her back to the bar.
“Right, what can I do for you?” She said, looking warmly up at Harry.
“A couple of pints again please.”
“Are you from around here?” She enquired.
“No I’m just visiting. I’ve have some temporary digs about a mile away.”
“I was saying to Agnes, I hadn’t seen you here before. But she thought she’d recognised you. Have you been in Glasgow long?”
“Only a few months. Do you live here on the premises?”
“No, Agnes and I rent a little flat. Tell me, who’s your friend?”
“Andrew? – he’s just a work colleague, not really a friend. I only met him about a week ago.”
“Oh I see.”
She looked at Andrew again and turned back to face Harry grinning,
“He’s a way with him, so he has.”
She put the fresh drinks on the bar,
“As I said, Agnes and me, we work together. Will you be coming in here again maybe?”
“I could be, no I’ll change that, in fact I will be. Tell me, do you work every evening shift?”
“I don’t work on Tuesdays and Thursday evenings.”
“So if I called in on Wednesday we could possibly arrange to go out on Thursday?”
“You don’t waste time do you?”
“There’s a war on you know, needs must. So is that OK with you?”
“I look forward to it. What’s your name?”
“Harry.”
“And yours?”
“Eileen.”
“I’ll see you Wednesday evening then Eileen.”
She smiled,
“Ask for me at the door when you arrive, I’ll sign you in.”
He returned with the drinks to Andrew.
“You’re obviously loining after someone?”
he said acidly looking towards the bar.
“Steady on Andrew, keep calm, I’ve only just met her. Look lets change the subject. Can I ask you a personal question?”
“As long as you’re not asking me to make up a foursome.”
Andrew giggled at the thought.
“Seriously, your lifestyle, your inclinations, they could get you into serious trouble, how do you cope with that pressure?”
Andrew sat further back in his chair and responded in a
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