Page 49 of Tell No One
“But someone does.”
And Delaney was having trouble working out how.
“It might be that diamond dealer or someone who wants those gems and knows it was you who nicked them. The driver or the other guy. Fuck, I bet there’s a long list of people you’ve pissed off. You can add me to it.”
Delaney frowned. “Right.”
“I was traumatised. Now I’m slightly less traumatised, I’m going to talk too much. I can’t help it. I’m just warning you. I thought I was going to die. When I heard the gun go off, I thought he’d shot me in the head. My whole life didn’t flash in front of my eyes, thank fuck for that. But thank you for saving me. Again. On the plus side, I can drive a car. What the hell? I’ve amazed myself.”
Delaney hid his smile. “You did well. With everything.”
“We’re definitely partners now. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. The Kray brothers. Bonnie and Clyde. I’m—”
“Bonnie. Clearly.”
Tag huffed. “What are you going to do with the guns?”
“Find a body of water to throw them in.”
“Do you have one in mind?”
“Yes. It’s about three miles away. Slight detour.”
“Are we still going to go and get my bag?”
“Possibly. Is there anything in it you can’t do without?”
“The rest of my clothes. But I’ll keep getting charged if I don’t collect it.”
Delaney didn’t care about Tag’s bag but he couldn’t see that going to get it would cause any issues. Maybe he should just drop Tag at the storage place and drive off. Or maybe he should wait to dump him until he’d found out what this was about.
The guns were thrown as far into the lake as he could manage. His own ought to have gone with them, but he could retrieve the bullets from the remains of the men and dispose of them. They’d probably be unidentifiable anyway.
He was relieved to find no cars at the crematorium. They had maybe an hour before it was full daylight. This time he parked in the actual car park and they walked to the building.
“If we’re stopped, we’re en route to the airport and wanted to visit the place where our mother had her ashes scattered,” Delaney said.
“What’s her name?”
“Sandra.”
“How did she die?”
Delaney sighed. “You can pretend to be dumb.”
Tagtsked.
Delaney let them into the room with the furnaces and closed the door.
“Will they be…done?” Tag asked.
“Yes.”
Tag stood by the door while Delaney collected the remains in a hopper and tipped them into a cremulator. Three noisy minutes later, he had the two misshapen bullets in his pocket and had tipped the ashes and other bits that hadn’t been reduced to crumbs into two boxes.
“Is that all there is left?” Tag asked.
“Yes.”
