I'm just coming out of the shower in a hotel room. I look out of the window and recognise Amsterdam. In fact I know the street I'm looking down on leads up to Rembrandt's studio. I recognise the White Bar opposite my window where me and Deep Colin once smoked a mega spliff.
I change into my new clothes. I've got a pin-striped suit that's been tailored; no off-the-peg stuff for me. There is a case on the bed. I open it and find a hand gun, a cigar shaped silencer and two cellophane bags containing white powder. At the moment that the shock of the discovery hits me I wonder why heroin always seems to come in see-through bags. I shut the case again and decide to put my jacket on and get the hell out of there.
Juliet Stephenson walks in wearing a Nichole Farhi dress and jacket. She
looks worried and angry.
"Steve, I know about the deal. The whole thing's a big set up. You've been
playing me like a violin since Scheefo airport."
I say "I don't know what to say. I'm sorry if I deceived you but I'm sure
that if I did it was through good intentions. I'm not really the sort.."
She slaps my face and screams at me pointing at the suitcase. "What about
the poor kids who are going to get into that stuff - what about the wasted
lives? I meant nothing to you. You just used the fact that I'm the wife of
a government minister to get you through customs"
"I wouldn't do a thing like that - I think you're great - I'd see you in
anything...You were ace in...."
"Well, I'm going to the police."
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