Page 29 of Tell No One
“To my car.” Delaney nudged him to turn right down the next road.
“What are we doing in Margate?”
Delaney didn’t answer.
“It has a nice sandy beach.”
Delaney sighed.
“If you’re not going to tell me what’s happening and why we’ve come to Margate, I’m not telling you why I was on Kirby Street,” Tag said.
Delaney smiled to himself. “Why do you think we’re here?”
“If it’s not the beach, then a good fish and chip shop?”
Delaney huffed.
“I guess you knew by the time we got here whether anyone was following or not. Maybe you live here but more likely Tweedledee and Tweedledum do. Or near here.”
Delaney nudged Tag over to a garage and unlocked it.
When he pulled up the door, Tag gasped when he saw the sports car. “This is yours?”
“Get in.”
Tag climbed into the passenger seat. Delaney put the bags in the boot, backed out, then locked the garage again. As he set off, he felt as if he could breathe more easily. He drove back to the coast road heading south. The more miles he was from Margate, the better.
“Going to answer the question now?” Delaney asked. “Why were you on Kirby Street?”
“I found an envelope in your other car. It was ripped up, but I put it back together. The name and address of the diamond place was on the back.”
Delaney gaped at him. Someone had been fucking careless, but not him. Barker would know who’d had the Mercedes before him, though the vehicles were supposed to be valeted between jobs as well as having their number plates changed. Why had that address been written down anyway?
“When you drove me back to my place, I heard you talking on the phone about something being arranged for today. I took a chance.”
Thatwashis fault. He hadn’t thought Tag was asleep, but picking that up from the call was sharp.
“Okay,” Delaney said. “So now I know how, explain why.”
“I was promised at least a thousand pounds by the Master to take part in that pony gymkhana, then another three by whoever organises you. When you left me in that bedroom, it wasn’t hard to guess you were doing something that those in Harborne House weren’t going to like, and because I ran, if they find out what you did, I’ll probably get the blame along with you. Maybe instead of you.”
Delaney glanced at him.
“I’m not stupid,” Tag muttered.
“No.”Just a pain in my arse.
“I have a GCSE inPutting My Foot In It.And another inMaking The Wrong Choice.Top grades in both.”
Delaney chuckled.
“Both sides know where I live. I couldn’t sit and wait for the knock on the door, so I moved out. I’d lost my job anyway. I’ve had to buy a new phone and wallet, and shoes. I couldn’t figure out how I’d lost one of the only two pairs I had, but now I think someone in your organisation nicked them to make sure I wore the ones that I did, so they could track me. Currently, I’m sleeping in a hostel, in a twelve-bed dorm, with no job and no prospects. My mother would be so disappointed.”
“You have a mother?”
“Basic biology. We all have mothers. We just don’t all get to keep them for long.”
Delaney glanced across. “So you don’t have a mother?”
