City of Tiny Lights Page #2

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Did she now?

Yeah. I mean I think so.

She's all like, Avid, do this,

Avid do that.

Or don't do this,

or don't do that.

F*** it. Why the f***

you laughing though?

That's extra, you get me?

That phone is lame.

This is evidence.

But, don't know the PIN.

Give it here, man.

Piece of piss.

The default- 1, 2, 3, 4.

Come on, bruv,

everybody knows that.

- All right, send it.

- Hold on.

There's an SD card.

Oh, it's locked.

Got a decrypt?

- What?

- Decrypt.

Don't know what

a decrypt is?

Keep up bruv. I'll take

it, yeah? Rip it easy.

All right.

You should let me

work with you, man.

Tommy and Av.

T.A. Confidential.

You get me?

Your mum would love that,

wouldn't she?

Yeah, she's all over you.

Just go easy on your mum, yeah?

All right?

Yeah, man.

All right, go on, piss off.

All right, later.

All right then, jump up there.

All right, I call it a tight rope.

Initiation.

We all done it, innit, twat?

Of course.

Yeah, today.

C'mon, Tommy, let's go.

You look forward to

joining our gang, yeah?

- Who's that?

- Go on, Tommy!

- Atta boy!

- Are you mad?

I ain't scared.

Get down!

Keep going.

You're almost there.

Go on son, keep going.

Go on Tom.

Go on son.

Go on Tommy, keep going.

Tommy, just get down!

No!

This is Hafiz Ansari.

Please leave a message.

Thanks, Mr. Ansari,

you've been very helpful.

We'll be in touch.

- Is everything okay?

- It's fine.

You all right? Is Lovely there?

I mean... Hafiz.

F***in' Lovely.

You all right, Lovely?

No one's called me that in time.

I bet.

Some cheeky cigarette, man.

Wait, is that your dad's office?

I hardly recognized it.

You got a f***in' pond.

No, it's a water feature.

Trust me man, women.

I wouldn't know.

I know you wouldn't, man.

Tommy f***in' Akhtar, man.

Come here.

- Sh*t, man, how you been?

- Good. You?

Yeah, all right.

I heard you became a detective.

Finding lost car keys

and missing dogs.

And the rest.

Come, man let's

get a drink. Jesus.

Hey, how's the old man?

Uh, prostate cancer. I moved

back to take care of him.

- F*** man, I'm sorry.

- It's fine. It's slow.

Doctors say something else

will kill him first.

If I stick around much

longer, it'd be me.

Cheers.

I always thought you'd uh, move out.

Pinner, Ruislip, one of them.

Ah, no, no, no. This is our

manor, right? We got to pull it up.

- Yeah, one water feature at a time.

- Yeah, exactly.

About your business partner,

Usman Rana...

He's dead.

What's going on?

I got a case looking

for a Russian hooker.

She was with him.

F***, Tommy.

All right, it's a mess.

It's a big f***ing mess, man.

Usman is my friend.

Well, he was.

- I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

Really, he was a good man.

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