The First Novels: Pay Off, The Fireman - Plot & Excerpts
McKinley was asleep in the car, head resting between the seat and the window, chest rising and falling as he snored loud enough to be heard a hundred yards away. I rapped on the window just behind his ear and he woke with a start. ‘OK boss?’ he asked. ‘Sure, Get-Up. Let’s go.’ ‘To the flat?’ ‘To the flat. And don’t spare the horses.’ He started the car on the fourth attempt, which was good going for him, though to be fair we’d only had the Granada a week. He pulled away from the kerb, gently scraping a yellow VW and grinning sheepishly. ‘Sorry, boss,’ he said and crashed into second gear. ‘Forget it. Just get me home.’ * The courtship of McKinley had started the week after I’d seen him get knocked senseless in Kelly’s Bar. I’d gone back to the pub and bought him a bottle of whisky in sixth of a gill measures, matching him drink for drink.
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