Shafted (19 page)

Relaying what she’d already heard, Terri held up her hand for him to stay quiet as she listened to something else on the radio. Then she said, ‘Right, they’re giving the policewoman a couple more minutes to try and persuade him, then they’re going to rush him in the corridor, so we’ve all got to stay in here till we get the all-clear.’

‘No chance!’ Larry blurted out indignantly. ‘
I
got him here, so I should be there when he gets arrested. It’ll mess the whole show up if I’m not.’

‘I know it’s disappointing,’ Terri replied quietly. ‘But if he won’t come on set, they’ll
have
to take him out there. And I can’t risk letting you go out and getting caught up in the crossfire.’

‘There won’t be any crossfire if I talk to him,’ Larry said confidently. ‘Carla’s obviously cocked it up and made him nervous, but he trusts me. Just get one of the lads to bring a camera out in case we miss anything.’

‘No, I’m not putting anyone in danger,’ Terri told him firmly.

‘Fine, I’ll do it by myself,’ Larry said, already setting off for the door. ‘There are hidden cameras in the corridor – we’ll just use that footage.’

‘No, there aren’t,’Terri called after him. ‘There’s only CCTV, and the quality’s too poor for broadcast, so it’s not worth it.’

Stopping, Larry turned back, a frown of disbelief on his face. ‘I thought you said you’d put cameras all over?’

‘I didn’t think we needed one out here,’ she admitted. ‘It’s so close to the greenroom, and the targets wouldn’t be talking or doing anything worth filming out there, so I figured it was a waste of money.’

‘I thought money was no object?’ Larry reminded her sarcastically.

‘Well, I’m sorry,’Terri said, shrugging defeatedly. ‘But there’s nothing we can do about it now. I can’t send anyone out there, so if Carla can’t persuade him to come in we’ll just have to let it go.’

‘No.’ Pursing his lips, Larry shook his head. ‘I’m
not
letting it go. He’s mine, and I’m having him.’Turning, he marched towards the door again.

‘What are you
doing
?’Terri gasped, almost tripping over a bundle of wires as she rushed after him.

‘Making sure we’ve still got a show worth watching,’ Larry told her. ‘Just tell Keeton to hold fire till I’ve had a shot.’

‘It’s too dangerous,’ Terri insisted. But it was too late – Larry had already yanked the door open.

Dex was stalking the opposite way down the corridor, looking like a man possessed as he rattled door handles in search of an escape route. Mentally crossing himself, Larry called his name and rushed after him.

Catching up with him at the end of the corridor where he found himself trapped, Larry said, ‘What’s wrong, man? I’ve just been calling for you to come on set. I know it’s taken longer than we said, and you’re probably pissed off with all the hanging about. But we’re sorted now, so why don’t you come back with me?’

‘Nah.’ Shaking his head, Dex set off back down the corridor. ‘It don’t feel right. I’m out of here.’

Glancing up to make sure they were in view of the CCTV cameras, Larry went after him, telling him that nothing was wrong; that delays were par for the course on shows like this, where everything was being filmed in front of a live audience.

‘Don’t take me for some kind of fucking mug,’ Dex growled, the veins throbbing in his thick neck as his temper rose. ‘If I don’t get out of here I’m gonna fucking blow. So do yourself a favour and get the fuck away from me before you get hurt, yeah?’

‘I thought we were mates,’ Larry persisted, adrenalin propelling him on even though he could clearly see that Dex was close to the edge. ‘Come on, man, don’t give up now. Think what you’re gonna lose if you walk out. The money, the car . . .’

Breathing hard, Dex stopped and turned to face Larry. Peering down at him, he searched his face for signs of duplicity or guilt. At the very least he’d have expected fear, but Larry just looked confused and that, in turn, confused Dex. His instincts were still telling him to get the fuck out of there, but he couldn’t help but wonder if it was just another burst of paranoia. Surely no one could be stupid enough to stand right in front of him and lie to his face like this – definitely not a wuss like Logan. So was he making a huge mistake here? Missing out for nothing on the chance to win the money and the car?

Before Dex had had a chance to convert these thoughts into a decision, the studio door burst open and the corridor was suddenly swarming with uniformed police officers. Striding to the fore, Keeton said, ‘Derek John Lewis, I am arresting you for—’

‘Fuck you!’ Dex cut him off, his eyes narrowed to slits as he glanced at the officers, assessing who to take out first if he was going to make it through them.

‘Raise your hands and face the wall,’ Keeton ordered him sharply, gesturing for his officers to move in.

‘I wouldn’t if I was you,’ Dex snarled, reaching down and pulling a flick knife out of his sock.

Hyped with the excitement of being in the middle of something he’d only ever seen on TV before, and conscious of how amazing he was going to look if he talked Dex down, Larry held up his hands in a calming gesture and said, ‘Hey, come on, Dex . . . don’t be stupid. Just put the knife down before someone gets hurt.’

‘Stay out of this, Larry!’ Keeton barked, furious that Logan was out here in the first place when he’d been told to stay out of harm’s way.

‘
Larry?
’ Dex repeated darkly, the final pieces clicking into place in his head.

Larry’s excitement turned to icy fear when Dex turned and glared at him. But before he could even think about running, Dex grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and, flipping him round, dragged him up against his chest. Looping a thick arm around his throat now, he pressed the tip of the blade against the soft skin under his chin.

‘Back off –
NOW
!’ he snarled to Keeton. ‘And get your dickheads out of the way, or he’s dead!’

‘Don’t be stupid, Lewis,’ Keeton said calmly, holding up a hand for his officers to stay put.

‘
I
’m not the stupid one here,’ Dex spat back at him. ‘
You
are if you think I’m sticking around to let you stitch me up again. That TDA was nothing to fucking do with me, and you fucking
know
it wasn’t! Now, back the fuck off and let me out, or he’s dead, and I’m not messin’ around here.’

‘
Don’t!
’ Larry croaked, feeling light-headed as blood began to trickle down his neck. ‘This has got nothing to do with me, Dex.’

‘You think I’m some kind of fucking idiot?’ Dex growled down his ear. ‘You’re the cunt who got me here, and you’re the cunt who’s gonna pay for it if they don’t back off.’

‘Let him go,’ Keeton ordered, giving a covert signal to one of his men to get the Taser ready.

‘Fuck you!’ Dex retorted defiantly. ‘He’s coming with me, so get that lot shifted. And I want an unmarked car, an’ all.’

Unable to breathe as Dex started forcing him forwards toward the wall of officers, Larry kicked back with his heels to make him loosen his grip. But it had the opposite effect – bright sparks exploded behind his eyes when Dex increased the pressure on his throat. As the darkness enveloped him, Larry dimly heard Keeton shouting, ‘Go, go, go!’

9

‘I need a smoke,’ Larry said irritably, struggling to sit up.

‘Just keep still and let them finish doing what they’re doing,’ Georgie scolded him sharply, reaching out and giving him a gentle but firm push on the shoulder to make him lie down.

Sighing loudly, Larry did as he was told. Yelping when the nurse resumed her stitching, he gave her an evil look and said, ‘Christ, watch what you’re doing! I thought this was a hospital, not a flaming butcher’s shop!’

Apologising, the young nurse blushed. She’d never had a patient as famous or as drop-dead gorgeous as Larry Logan before, so it wasn’t easy trying to stitch him up when her hands were shaking so badly. And she was much closer than she’d ever imagined she would get to him, which was making her doubly nervous: knowing that he could probably smell her breath and the sweat that was pouring off her.

Telling Larry to stop being so bloody rude when people were only trying to help him, Georgie tutted when her mobile phone began to ring in her pocket. Taking it out, she switched it off and tossed it into her messy handbag.

‘Who was it?’ Larry asked through gritted teeth, trying not to move his chin as the nurse picked up the syringe to give him another shot of anaesthetic.

‘Probably more well-wishers,’ Georgie murmured, peering at him worriedly as the nurse swabbed up a fresh trickle of blood. ‘They haven’t stopped since word got out what happened. You’ll be the only headline in the papers tomorrow, that’s for sure.’

‘That’s good,’ Larry said, exhaling through his teeth as the numbness crept up his chin, making him feel like Desperate Dan.

‘Yes, well, I’m more concerned about you right now,’Georgie told him sincerely.‘So will you please stop talking and let the nurse patch you up?’

Winking at her, because he could see that she was genuinely shaken, Larry said, ‘Okay,
mum
, stop worrying. I’m going to be right as rain.’ Turning his head slightly to look at the nurse now, he said, ‘Sorry for shouting, sweetheart. You’re doing a great job.’

Almost melting off her stool, the nurse dipped her gaze, unable to look into Larry’s green- and gold-flecked eyes because they were just too beautiful and sexy.

Another nurse tapped on the door just then. Popping her head in, she gazed at Larry for a moment, then turned to Georgie, saying, ‘Sorry to disturb you, but there’s about a hundred photographers outside, and now some TV news vans are pulling in and blocking the ambulance bays. My manager’s freaking out, and she said to ask if you can do something about it.’

Sighing wearily, Georgie flapped her hands. ‘I don’t really know what I can do, but I’ll try.’

Thanking her, the nurse held the door open for her.

‘Your mum’s nice,’ the first nurse said when she and Larry were alone, needing to fill the silence in case he heard how loudly her heart was thudding.

‘She’s all right,’ Larry said, aware that he was slurring as the anaesthetic began to affect his tongue. ‘Think I look like her?’

‘Not really,’ the nurse said diplomatically, thinking that he was utterly gorgeous, whereas his mum had a really big nose and her eyes were dark and droopy. ‘She really loves you, though, doesn’t she? She was so worried when she came into reception looking for you.’

Amused that the nurse believed that Georgie
was
his mother despite the fact that she was obviously Jewish and he obviously wasn’t, Larry said, ‘Yeah, she’s always fussing over me, my old mum. Can’t complain, I suppose. But she’s a terror with my girlfriends. Scares the bloody life out of them when I bring them home.’

The nurse bit her lip, wishing that
she
would ever get lucky enough to go home with him. And she’d make damn sure his mum liked her if she did.

‘I think she’s lovely,’ she murmured now, carefully inserting the last stitches into the small but fairly deep wound under Larry’s chin. The last thing she wanted was to be responsible for scarring him any more than could be helped.

‘She is, isn’t she?’ Larry agreed quietly, actually meaning it. Even after all the shit he’d given Georgie over the last year, she’d been at the hospital almost before they’d finished unloading him from the back of the ambulance and had stayed with him while he was being examined, holding his hand and telling him he was going to be fine.

Outside the hospital at that moment, Georgie shielded her eyes as cameras flashed all around her. Holding her hands up for quiet when the questions started coming thick and fast, she introduced herself as Larry’s agent and spokeswoman. Then she said, ‘I can’t tell you too much at the moment, because I haven’t heard the full story myself yet. But I can assure you that Larry is being extremely well looked after, and his injuries seem reasonably minor, so we’re hoping for a full and quick recovery.’

‘Any news on Dex Lewis?’ one of the reporters called out. ‘Is it true he was admitted to hospital for burns caused by the Taser?’

‘I have no information about Derek Lewis,’ Georgie informed the crowd coolly. ‘But I’m sure the police will be happy to help you with your enquiries.’

‘When will we get to see the show?’ another reporter wanted to know now. ‘Or will it be held as evidence against Lewis?’

‘Again, I have no information about that,’ Georgie answered. ‘But I can tell you that the programme wasn’t scheduled to be shown in England anyway, so I imagine you’d have to speak to the producers to see if they’re planning on releasing any extracts.’ Holding her hands up again, she said, ‘That’s really all I can tell you at this stage, so I’ll leave you with that, because I want to get back to Larry. Thank you for your interest, and I’ll keep you informed about his condition.’

‘Did you ask them to clear the ambulance bays?’ the nurse whispered when Georgie came back to the door.

Admitting that she’d completely forgotten, Georgie turned back and called out to the reporters, asking them to please respect that normal hospital business must be allowed to continue as usual, and could they take care not to block the entrances.

Awed by her aura of authority, the nurse almost curtsied when she let Georgie back into the hospital. Thanking her when the reporters started moving further back, she asked if there was anything she could get for her.

‘A very strong coffee would be wonderful,’ Georgie said, smiling gratefully and wearily. She’d been riding along on a tide of adrenalin since she’d heard that Larry had been attacked and injured, but now that she knew he was alive and reasonably unscathed, her body was beginning to close down on her.

‘Are you okay?’ the nurse asked, thinking she looked a little too pale.

Georgie opened her mouth to say that she was perfectly all right, but the ground gave way beneath her feet before a word came out.