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start of his ass is no longer visible from crouching.

"Are you painting? It looks great, ”says Janokovic covertly to direct the
conversation to something else and win a few seconds. Jack drags a lock of his

grey hair away from his face.

“Yes, we expect to be make a profit from these now. I thought I might as well
give them a little paint-job before we leave. The sun will make it dry in no-time"

"Ah, there you are. Nice you came."

Mother's hoarse voice cuts through the front yard; she must have heard them
talking. She stands in the doorway with a pocket mirror in one hand and a small

lipstick in the other. She looks at him as if she was investigating him, a look that
could signal that a hard question was on its way. If he was lucky, the heavy

stench of turpentine would overpower his body odour.

"Did Jack tell you that we had a visit from the police half an hour ago?"
Jack has stopped painting and looks interchangeably at the chair and at them.

"No," he replies, taking a step closer to Jack, studying the chair just like him.

"They wanted to know if we knew anything about the accident down there," she
says, pointing in the direction of the pier.

"I see…" He replies, continuing to look at the furniture and seem as uninterested
as possible.

"Listen, where were you yesterday?" She says. "You didn't hang out with the

band of bandits that I heard you sometimes do."
“Please Mom, relax. Take it easy. I was at Curry House because I thought I'd

actually rather like to eat with you anyway. But you were gone, so instead I went

back and sat here and watched television with Georgie."
“Well, okay. I'm a bit calmer now. The officer said he had talked to you a little

earlier; they are on the lookout for gangs because they have been given a hint

that it might be a gang that’s behind it. I told him he came to the wrong family,
since my son is not in any gangs. "

Janokovic freezing, when hearing his mother saying those words. How the hell

could this happen. Was it one of the other lads that have been gossiping? Shit.
"Yeah, it’s really crazy what happened down there," he says.

"We have nothing to do with that," Jack interrupts. “Shouldn't we be thinking
about something else? The whole town talks about that bloody dock-incident. In