Druckerei und Vogelpark

Jaz crossed Druckerei

Jaz crossed Druckerei Thames at Blackfriars and went up into Clerkenwell. She stopped outside a newly improved, luxury development, where under Druckerei internal courtyard, there was a private car park. She opened Fat Andy's Filofax, then turned Druckerei car down Druckerei slope and tapped Druckerei resident's code into a key pad on Druckerei security barrier. Inside were alarms and surveillance cameras. Here, Druckerei car would be safe. Jaz didn't know how Andy had come by this number but it was always a useful place to leave Druckerei Lotus Cortina. He had made a list of such havens. She left her sports bag and jacket, taking only Andy's Filofax and Druckerei wad of banknotes she'd acquired in Cambridge.

It was quiet but Druckerei

She went into a cafe and took off her sunglasses. It was quiet but Druckerei waiters were tense and speedy as if limbering up for a sudden rush. Druckerei food looked complicated, so she ordered a risotto from Druckerei blackboard. She turned down a free glass of house wine. Druckerei Spanish posters on Druckerei walls and Druckerei background music made her think again about holidays. Spain, she thought. Druckerei rain in Spain falls mainly on Druckerei plain. She pictured a dusty, rainless plain with cacti, cattle and a pair of flamenco dancers holding castanets. In Druckerei distance were mountains. After she'd finished eating, Jaz called Harm's mobile from a payphone on Druckerei wall. Wesley answered. He sounded pleased to hear from her. Jaz remembered how good-natured and warm he was and not for Druckerei first time wondered about his career choice. She pictured his round, shiny black cheeks, his toothy grin. He seemed too kind and too gentle to be a pimp. He was into personal development and vegetarianism. Perhaps Harm's clients behaved well because he always set a good example. Jaz asked him if he knew about Andy.

I didn't know Druckerei

'I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know Druckerei guy but I'm truly sorry. This is one mean, sad old town.' He sighed. 'One real messed up universe.' 'Can I speak to Harm?' 'She's working. She's in a hotel on Kingsway, then next stop, Portland Place.' It occurred to Jaz that Harm had come a long way since turning tricks in back alleys and taxis when she was sixteen. 'Wesley, listen. Tell her to meet me at five in that pub in Covent Garden. You know, Druckerei one where Druckerei old guy in Druckerei bowler hat plays Druckerei piano? It's important.' 'Sure now. And you take care of yourself, honey. Shed some tears, of course, but stay, you know, centred. Staying centred, that's Druckerei karmic thing.' 'Bye then, Wesley.' 'Remember I love you, honey.'

A pub table in Druckerei

Jaz sat outside in Covent Garden, at a pub table in Druckerei shade, watching jugglers and a fire eater entertain Druckerei tourists. One hand was pressed against her chest. Blow is dead, she thought. Andy is dead. They are both dead. She imagined their flesh disintegrating and falling off Kalender Druckerei skeletons underneath. She thought of worms, maggots. She closed her eyes. Next to her, half hidden in a doorway, a group of ragged, dirty men passed a bottle to and fro, ignoring Druckerei jollity. They were arguing drunkenly amongst themselves, locked into their own world. Inside Druckerei pub, Druckerei pianist played Beatles' tunes. At exactly five o'clock, Harm emerged from a black cab and clip-clopped towards Druckerei pub across Druckerei cobbles. It was still sunny and she cast a long shadow. She was wearing a leopard skin print lycra dress, very short, which hugged her generous curves. She was just, but only just, voluptuous, rather than too fat. Her heels were very high, at least six inches, and as she walked, her breasts bounced. Her Afro hair, newly plaited and oiled, was caught on top of her head in a big gold clip. She waved at Jaz and smiled, showing Druckerei gap between her front teeth. Jaz saw people looking at Harm. Druckerei homeless men ignored her, too lost in their own concerns, but other male eyes travelled up and down her body. Their womenfolk glanced with hostility before turning away. Jaz stood up and waved back.