Figure It Out for Yourself

by Chase James

I poked my head hopefully out of the window. It was Mifflin all right. He was looking out of his window, a scowl on his face.

‘Take that lump of rusty iron out of my way and drop it in the sea,’ he said testily. ‘You’re blocking my gates.’

‘Hello, Tim,’ I said, and got out of the Buick.

He gaped at me.

‘What the hell are you doing here?’

I opened his car door, slid in and sat beside him.

‘Felt lonely, so I thought I’d cheer myself up with your com-pany.’

‘Beat it! I’ve had enough for one night. I’m going to bed.’

‘Let’s have it, Tim. Why did Brandon pick up Perelli?’

‘So you know that, do you?’ Mifflin snorted. ‘Read about it in the morning newspapers and don’t bother me. I’ve had all I want of it for one night. They’ve gone crazy down there like a lynch mob.’