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088 :: Never the right thing
Peter stood in the street in front of Jack’s House. He opened his Skroll. He nudged Jack. Jack came out. They talked quietly.
They have taken Naomi. (Peter)
Who. (Jack)
Dunno. Maybe LonMet. Maybe immigration. Maybe the people you took her to. (Peter)
Probably them. I thought we had got away from them. (Jack)
Who are they. (Peter)
I do not know any names. Right. Or none that I trust to be real names. See. My brother worked with a man they called Anchor. I thought he could tell me where my brother is. (Jack)
Miller was there. (Peter)
Jack shrugged.
Why did you take Naomi. (Peter)
I thought it would be safer. It worked. We got back. If she did not report it everything would have been just fine. (Jack)
Well she did. (Peter)
Yeah. Well. I told her not to. (Jack)
She did the right thing. (Peter)
You are being stupid. The police is never the right thing for us. You should have told her that. You should have made her understand. We are au pairs. For fuck sake. (Jack)
Peter turned away. Walked home. Watched a film. An old one. Dirty Pretty Things.
