City of Tiny Lights Page #4

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The emergency call? God.

"It ain't our fault, mum."

I should've known.

"Will you please pursue, sir?"

Funny.

What's going on, Tommy?

By the time I got here,

the room was clean.

Clean?

Seal it banked.

Even the security cams are gone.

Spooks got on lockdown.

- Wh, wh, what spooks?

- SO15.

Counter f***in' terrorism.

You shittin' me?

You expecting trouble?

Always, Mr. Akhtar.

Call me Tommy.

I'm gonna change.

The living room's that way.

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

Those bullets get

stuck in my hair.

I know the feeling.

So...

Did you um...

find Natasha?

No, not yet.

I found a client though.

- What'd he say?

- Not a lot.

He's dead.

Found him at the Holiday Inn.

Pretty messy.

I believe the term is

"blunt instrument".

You don't think that Natasha

did it?

F***.

Usman Rana. That name

mean anything to you?

You sure about that?

No, he was just another client.

All right. I'm gonna need to

have a look at her bedroom.

Yeah.

Why did she die?

I dunno. You were her

friend. You tell me.

I am her friend.

When you do this job,

some things...

Some things you don't...

Yeah. I know what you mean.

Pretty girl.

Who's that?

Her sister, I think.

Wouldn't have had you down

as the sensitive type.

Only when I shave.

Can I hang on to this?

Yeah.

All right.

I'll try to have

some more for you soon.

Okay.

Let's see that.

- Do you think he fancies her?

- What?

Well, you know what he's like.

I dunno. Maybe.

She's... I dunno, mate.

It'll be fine.

Don't know what I'll do, Tom.

Stu, you've got nothing

to worry about, mate.

Cheers, mate.

Come on then,

what do you got?

Spreadsheets innit, bruv.

Yeah accounts.

Yeah, it's Rana's company.

Why's he got them

on the phone, blud?

I mean just one file.

That's weird, fam.

Unless he's got

something to hide.

Yeah, look at this.

Yeah, 10K to the youth league.

That's a lot of cheddar, fam.

Swear, down this every month.

How come they stopped like

two month ago though?

What, you want a

reward or something?

Nah, man. Just

T.A. Confidential's in it.

Tommy and Av.

You get me?

Yeah, never mind that.

Who the f*** is the Islamic

Youth League?

Thank you, brother.

- As-salamu alaykum

- Wa alaykumu s-salam wa rahmatullah

Have a seat, brother.

I believe you wish to

discuss a donation.

What did you have in mind?

Um... Not a donation.

I wanted to speak to you about

one of your donors, brother.

Usman Rana.

I believe he has made

significant contributions.

Who are you, Mr. Akhtar?

Sorry.

I'm a private detective brother,

I'm looking into his uh...

his murder.

You know that, right?

All I know is that this society

is riven with false idols.

Sex, alcohol, drugs, money.

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