Tennison
“by the time John finished fixing the brake on David’s wheelchair and dropped him off at the top of the multistorey car park, as the lift was still broken. David sat in the chair, put on some gloves, and wrapped the blanket he’d brought with him around his knees. John handed him the walkie-talkie and a small bottle of whisky.
‘Don’t go drinking it all and falling asleep on us. Just take a wee sip if you feel cold.’ ‘Cold? It gets bloody freezing up here! I’ve had to put on long johns, a vest, tw...o jumpers and a thick coat to try and keep warm.’ ‘Good, then you won’t need to drink too much of the whisky,’ John said cynically as he closed the rear door of the van.
‘God, it stinks of piss up here,’ David said, pulling a face.
‘Yeah, the tramps take a slash down on the first floor and the smell travels up the stairwell. You’ll be OK now. Only make contact if you see someone or something suspicious. And don’t use names, all right?’ ‘Yeah, don’t worry ’bout me, I’m good.’ John drove down to the exit, turned right and passed the café and the bank before taking a small turning into a narrow lane behind the buildings.MoreLess
‘Don’t go drinking it all and falling asleep on us. Just take a wee sip if you feel cold.’ ‘Cold? It gets bloody freezing up here! I’ve had to put on long johns, a vest, tw...o jumpers and a thick coat to try and keep warm.’ ‘Good, then you won’t need to drink too much of the whisky,’ John said cynically as he closed the rear door of the van.
‘God, it stinks of piss up here,’ David said, pulling a face.
‘Yeah, the tramps take a slash down on the first floor and the smell travels up the stairwell. You’ll be OK now. Only make contact if you see someone or something suspicious. And don’t use names, all right?’ ‘Yeah, don’t worry ’bout me, I’m good.’ John drove down to the exit, turned right and passed the café and the bank before taking a small turning into a narrow lane behind the buildings.MoreLess
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