В Thicker Than Water, каждое ново открывается шрамом более глубокой связи между людьми. Главные герои — это два близнеца, чья жизнь разбита одной коварной встречей. Начинается с простых моментов и остается неизменным мрачно-сюрреалистическим тоном, привлекающим внимание и заставляющим ждать следующего шага....
His name’s Cheadle, and he does good work. I mean, he’s scarily focused. He’ll need paying, though.’
‘How much?’ I asked, briefly thrown as I tried to imagine what ‘scarily focused’ would mean to a mind like Nicky’s. The money didn’t matter - Gwillam was going to have to foot the bill because I was a pocketful of small change away from being dead broke - but I wanted to know what to ask for.
‘A couple of ton, let’s say. And a contribution to the widows and orphans fund.’
‘The what?’
‘It’s a gratuity, Castor. You keep the man sweet, he doesn’t make any widows or orphans.
I passed the word along the line, and Gwillam gave his sour, begrudging assent. ‘You already have my word,’ he told me coldly. ‘That ought to be enough for you, Castor. I’m a man of God, and a man of conscience.’
‘Sure,’ I agreed. ‘And this would be what they call a leap of faith on my part, right? Much valued in religious circles, but elsewhere, poking the bear trap with a stick before you put your foot in it is generally preferred.
Cheadle drove up ten minutes later in a red Bedford van with DRAINS AND SEWAGE emblazoned on the side in eye-hurting neon yellow. He didn’t park out on the street: he drove the van up the shallow steps onto the forecourt and slowed to a halt right in front of us, jumping rather than stepping down from the driver’s seat and sizing us up with bullet-grey eyes.
He was a small but very solid man with the kind of natural surliness that dries up small talk over a range of ten metres.
‘Who’s Castor?’ he said, looking around.
I put up my hand like a schoolboy.
‘Right,’ he said. ‘You ride in the front. I’ve got the route worked out already, so you don’t have to say anything. Where’s the other one?’
‘That’s me,’ said Trudie Pax.
‘Then get your kit off,’ said Cheadle, dumping the rucksack down on the ground, ‘and put this lot on.’
Her eyes slightly wider than before, Trudie picked up the bag and examined the contents."
"‘It’s new,’ Cheadle assured her. ‘I picked it up from the cash-and-carry on the way here. Extra large. If it’s too big, it doesn’t matter. You can just roll the sleeves and the legs up.’
‘I’ll need somewhere private to change,’ Trudie said.
