“Are you ready?”
Noddy took the gun from his pocket. “I dunno. Is this the safety? Is that on or off?”
Morag looked. “That’s definitely the safety.” She flicked it. “There. Now I think it’s off.”
“What are you doing? Somebody could get hurt.”
She realized they were crouched and whispering, stood up straight. “It’s a gun. That’s what it’s for.” She got the keys ready in her hand. “If we run into trouble, don’t be afraid to use it.”
“Wait. What trouble? You said…”
She unlocked the door and threw it back against the inner wall, knocking a hole in the plaster. Then they were inside, Morag running from room to room in the tiny flat while Noddy kept the barrel of the gun pointed at the ceiling in the lounge.
“Not here. Fuck.” Morag threw a hospital gown at Noddy’s feet. “We must have just missed him. Probably a back door on the other side of the building.”
Noddy put the safety back on. Then he took it off again, to check he’d done it properly the first time. “Yeah, there is. Dirk’s flat is on the first floor, right above the back entrance. But he used to just jump over the balcony and walk through the garden. Said it saved time.”
“That’s why I don’t remember the back door. We all used to jump off that balcony. Fuck.”
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