‘You mean like a sugar daddy?’
‘Yeah,’ he lit his roll-up, ‘or a pimp.’
‘Was he happy about it?’
‘Oh, yeah. Least on the surface. Excited, like it was his big break. Martin was soft as shit. It wouldn’t take much to con him. Promises of this and that, next thing he knows he’s standing by the bus station every night waiting to jump into cars, giving the dosh to some guy who’d beat him up soon as look at him.’
‘But it might not have been a pimp?’
‘Who knows.’ The dog came over and draped itself over JB’s feet. ‘Maybe he struck lucky. And I’ve not seen him doing business, not on the streets. Could be working the clubs. His mum’s not gonna like it much, is she?’
‘No. But it could be worse, I suppose.’
He raised an eyebrow.
‘Oh, God. Well, if he was on crack or something.’
‘He wasn’t.’ His tone was sharp. The dog pricked up its ears. ‘I won’t have it,’ he explained. ‘This place is clean. I was an addict, see, but I’ve been clean for three years now. I won’t have it around.’
‘Anyway, I’m not going to tell her anything until I’ve checked it out. It could just be a relationship.’
‘Yeah,’ JB nodded his head, ‘and I could be the President of America an’ all.’
‘Could you ask around a bit, see if anyone’s heard from him? Heard where he is?’
I pulled a fiver from my bag. ‘I’d like to give you something for your time.’
He looked embarrassed, a slight flush to his olive complexion.
‘Oh, go on. You’re the only help I’ve had. Get a meal or something. Treat the dog.’
‘Alright,’ he grinned. ‘You’ll like that Digger, eh?’ The dog wagged its tail.
I gave him my card and a photograph of Martin. He pinned them on the noticeboard above the sink, amongst a collage of other bits of paper. He led me back down through the gloom of the building and out into the yard. I thanked him again. As we reached the fence, it was pushed back and the young girl I’d spoken to earlier climbed through.
‘Hiya.’ She bent to pat the dog. His girlfriend? Or another waif he was helping out?
‘Bye then, and thanks.’
Another smile. The two of them set off towards the steps and I clambered back onto the street. JB had given me a lot to go on. I hoped with all my heart that he’d got it wrong.
