Chapter 3
Roberto
stepped off the tube at Covent Garden. A
familiar poster confronted him, “go to work on an egg”, an egg in a cup with
buttered soldiers. As he walked past he
smiled as he thought of the breakfast he had enjoyed that morning. Ham, melon,
toast, fresh orange juice and champagne.
Since he had run out on Siobhan, he had been living a playboy life in
London, crashing at the Belgravia flat of a rich Brazilian business man, who’s
son was a fellow musician, gigging around town and seeing girls.
He had slept
with 3 in a month, he wasn’t keeping count but compared to his life in
Birmingham he felt like Mick Jagger. Two
‘debby’ british models and a French heiress who had made him breakfast after a
busy night.
He sighed
and started to climb the stairs. He felt
a tug on his arm.
‘Roberto
Sanchez’?’
Roberto
looked back to see two men in grey macs and heavy shoes.
‘yeah, what
do you want man’
‘ I’m
arresting you on suspicion of being an illegal immigrant, you don’t have to say
anything but anything you do say will be taken down and may be used in evidence’
Roberto
slumped in the metal chair in the dingy office on the first floor at Bow St
police station. Opposite him sat a man
in an impeccably cut navy blue blazer, a menacingly thin set of lips held a
black cigarette holder, a lazy curl of smoke gently circled up towards the
grimy ceiling. Roberto looked closely at
him and wondered. He had been questioned
by police before but this one was new, elegant and intelligent.
Commander
Morrel removed the cigarette and cleared his throat.
‘ Where did
you get these, Mr Sanchez’?
he pushed
the bag of weed and the envelope with the acid tabs towards Roberto. Roberto shrugged
‘ On the
street, man. Look I’m not a dealer, man I just like to relax and I trip sometimes,
you know’ he smiled at Morrel ‘ you never
wanna relax man’?.
Morrel
sighed impatiently
‘ You realize
LSD is a class A drug, you are looking at 7 years and deportation', he paused and sighed 'also...my
colleagues in France want to talk to you’
Morrel waived magnanimously and gave
Roberto a reassuring smile.
‘ It’s your
lucky day son’ he paused then went on’
I can make all this’, he pointed to the drugs ‘ go away’
Roberto
raised an eyebrow, Morrel explained
‘ There’s a
meeting taking place later this week at London University students union…..’ Morrel quickly glanced at his notes ‘Mallet St…Friends
of Cuba society, I was wondering if you might pop along there for me’
Roberto let
out a defiant gasp ‘ you want me to be a spy?
‘ You can
call it what you like sonny jim, situation is you help me or the only french queen you'll be shagging is the
one in the overhead bunk at pentonville'
Morrell turned
and beckoned to the uniformed officer who had been standing behind his chair.
‘ Sergeant
would you be good enough to take my friend Mr Sanchez back to his cell’ he
tuned back and whispered to Roberto,
‘ think
about it Roberto, we’ll talk again
tomorrow’.
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