The Long Glasgow Kiss

‘It’s a big case, I guess. Small Change was high profile,’ I said, hiding how impressed I was with the speed and accuracy of Sneddon’s intelligence-gathering operation. Then I realized I was part of it. ‘Anyway, he took a lot of convincing that I wasn’t involved with MacFarlane.’

‘So you had nothing to do with Small Change or his business?’

‘Like I said, I’m seeing his daughter, that’s all. What’s the problem?’

Sneddon waved his hand at me as if he had been flicking away an annoying fly. ‘Nothin’. It’s just that I had some business going on with Small Change.’

‘Oh?’

Sneddon gave me a look. ‘Listen, Lennox, if you’re hanging around MacFarlane’s place, you can maybes help me out.’

‘If I can …’ I said and smiled, hiding the sinking feeling in my gut.

‘Keep me up to date on what the coppers are getting up to. And, if you get a chance, see if you can find anything like Small Change’s diary. Appointment book. Whatever he kept details of meetings in. Or maybe a log book with events and stuff in it.’

‘May I ask why?’

‘No you fucking can’t.’ Then he sighed, as if relenting to a child’s demand for ice cream. ‘Okay … I had a meeting with Small Change this afternoon. A project we was working on together. I’m moving into the fight game … not like tonight – something more than a couple of pikeys knocking the shite out of each other. Real boxing. I was talking to MacFarlane about a couple of fighters. Things could get complicated if the police found out.’

‘And what was Small Change bringing to the table?’

‘It’s not important. Listen, this deal was nothing big. I just don’t want that kind of police attention. I never want police attention. But specially not if that fucker McNab’s heading the case. Can you check it out for me or not?’

I made a big deal of thinking it over. ‘I’m not trying to be funny, Mr Sneddon, but if I had an appointment with you, I don’t think it’s the kind of thing I’d put in a diary. I mean … that could be evidence, like you say. I don’t think MacFarlane had the kind of business that he would want recorded somewhere.’

‘That’s because you don’t think the way me and MacFarlane do. I have a diary. Every fucking appointment, every talk I have with Murphy or Cohen goes into it. Like you say, evidence. King’s Evidence if I ever need it. Cohen and Murphy do the same thing. Insurance. And I know that MacFarlane had a mind like a fucking sieve … only when it came to things like that. As a bookie he could tell you what was running where and when and what the odds were, right off the top of his head. But stuff like meetings he’d have to write times and dates down or he’d forget.’

‘I don’t think I can help. The coppers took away boxes of stuff from his study. I’d guess they’ve already got their hands on his diary.’

‘You’re smarter than that, Lennox.’ Sneddon fixed me with a hard stare. ‘Small Change wouldn’t keep his diary somewhere obvious, and the coppers are too fucking stupid to look anywheres that’s not obvious. You know something, if I had a suspicious nature I’d start wondering if you don’t want to help me. I would maybes even start to think you’ve been trying to avoid me. Maybes even Murphy and Cohen too. What’s the matter, Lennox … getting too good for us?’

‘I’ve done more than my fair share for you, Sneddon …’ I put my glass down on the bar; I was maybe going to need my hands free. If only for Twinkletoes to lop my fingers off. ‘If I remember rightly, it was me you called when you were hauled off down to St. Andrew’s Square last year. I don’t think you, Murphy or Cohen have anything to complain about. But you’re not my only clients.’

Sneddon looked at me with a sneer. ‘Okay, Lennox. You’re a tough guy – I get it. Find Small Change’s appointment book – or whatever he used to keep that kinda stuff in – and deliver it to me and I’ll pay you three hundred quid. Whether my name’s in it or not.’

‘I’ll have a look if I can.’ I had told Sneddon I’d think long and hard before I lied to him; when it came to it I did it in the bat of an eyelid: I had no intention of snooping around the MacFarlane house on his behalf. But there again, three hundred quid was three hundred quid. It was best to keep my options open. ‘Was that all you wanted to see me about?’

‘There was something else.’

I fixed my smile with glue. Sneddon saw through it.

‘That’s if it isn’t fucking beneath you to do a job for me, Lennox,’ he said maliciously.

‘Of course not.’

‘Anyway, you don’t need to worry, you won’t get your hands dirty. It’s a legit job.’

‘What is it?’

‘Like I said, I’m getting into the fight game. Me and Jonny the kike have each got a share in a fighter.’

‘You and Handsome Jonny Cohen?’

‘Yeah, me and Cohen. You got a problem with that?’

‘Me? Not at all. It’s very ecumenical of you.’