R.I.P Robbie Silva Read Online Free Page B

obviously some square-peg's ... was a good drying day after all.
    'Here, get this on!' I said to Gail.
    As she buttoned up I scooped up our old clothes and ran them over to the dumpster. I was thinking about the next move the whole while; in a few minutes plod was going to come rumbling up the side path and right into us.
    'What about the car?' said Gail.
    'Leave it ... you can come back when it's dark. Or better yet, get someone to collect it for you.' We were smack-bang in the middle of no-man's land. There was no way of blagging a motor in a hurry and I'd ran right out of time to think. 'Right, over here.'
    I put my fingers together, gave Gail a punty up the wall. She could hardly reach the top with her fingers but when she got high enough I put my hands under her shoes and lifted her over. She climbed up on top and sat there. 'Jump ... fucksake, jump.' This girl, I was coming to realise, was either utterly reckless or utterly dippit. Either way, if she didn't find sense in the next few seconds, we were fucked.
    I followed after her. The wall was a good ten-feet high but I'd been doing the chinnies inside and the arms were well able to get me over. As I reached the top I spied a curtain twitching in a second-floor window of the flats. Looked like trouble. I could see myself hauled down the nick, being ID'd by some fucking busybody. I rested a moment to see if the cunt would show his face – you get a look at them, a good look in their eye, and they think twice about shouting out – but no-one showed.
    I eased myself down the wall; Gail was biting her lower lip now. I heard the filth close by. There was the sound of cuffs rattling on belts, then the sound of walkie-talkies. Gail started to whimper; tears welled in the corners of her eyes. I watched her lips curl down and then she showed her bottom row of teeth. I knew that she was a heartbeat away from full-on bawling and that would be that.
    I grabbed her round the neck, put my hand over her mouth, whispered, ' Now look, shut the fuck up, right? ' Her eyes widened; there was fear in there; I knew the territory. I grabbed her, lifted her clean off her feet and eased us into the wall. The walkie-talkies were inches away from us now. All that separated us from the long arm of the law was the width of two rows of brick. I nodded towards the wall; Gail ' s eyes started to fully moisten, pools gathered on the lower lids then began to run over the rims. Black-mascara streaks trailed down her cheeks. I felt the hot tears on the back of my hand.
    ' No sign of them here, Sarge ... over, ' said plod.
    The walkie-talkie let out a static crackle.
    ' Right. Got that. '
    I waited for a moment, frightened the pounding of my heart might give our place away over the wall, but then the radio sparked again.
    ' Take the through-road with Mike, eh Davie ... Over. '
    ' Okay, boss. Over. '
    I heard plod holster his walkie-talkie, then call out. ' Mike ... back this way. '
    I heard their cuffs rattling as they ran. I waited for the bang of the gate, then let them get a few yards up the road before I turned back to Gail. Her eyes were scrunched up now. I didn ' t feel confident enough yet to release my grasp, said, ' You have to keep it down, right? '
    She nodded.
    I let her go.
    Gail stepped back from me, then doubled over and puked.
    ' Jesus, ' I said. ' This really is fucking amateur hour. '
    I was still shaking my head as she straightened up, wiped the back of her mouth.
    ' What now? ' she said.
    I pointed to the water butt sitting next to the fence on the other side of the back green. ' There, up and over. '
    She turned and started for the wall; I called her back. ' Uh-huh ... stick to the line of the building. Slow and casual, right? They ' re looking for a pair on the run so don ' t let ' s fucking telegraph it for them. '
    As we set off I heard more sirens coming into the next street. They had us just about surrounded. For some reason a song I fucking detested started in my head ... I need