Cherub Series: Class A Part 22

Kerry spun around and stormed towards the door. James went to follow her, but Nicole called him back.

'Stay and help me pack, James.'

There was a desperate touch in Nicole's voice that made him turn back.

'Go ahead, help her,' Kerry said. 'You can make sure she doesn't rip off my stuff.'

Kerry banged the door and stomped downstairs to the living-room. Nicole dragged a sports bag from under her bed and started filling it.

'You know, James,' Nicole said, 'you're a good laugh, you don't belong at CHERUB either.'

'You've no idea how badly I need CHERUB,' James said. 'Sometimes all the work and training does my head in, but my life was a nightmare before I came here. I was in some crummy council home and I kept getting in trouble. If CHERUB hadn't picked me, I probably would have ended up in prison.'

'I'm glad I'm out of it,' Nicole said, zipping up her bag. 'As long as my new foster parents don't turn out to be old farts.'

'What is it you've got against old people?' James asked.

Nicole sat on the edge of her bed. 'You know my family died in a car crash?'

'I'd heard.'

'They were crossing a road in broad daylight. This stupid old fool sailed his car through a red light and smashed into them. They tested his eyes after the accident and it turned out he could barely see past the end of his own nose.'

'That's so bad,' James said. 'I'm sorry.'

'If it had been a young guy, they would at least have locked him away. But no, because it was some old fart, they took pity and let him off. My mum, my dad and my little brothers were killed and he totally got away with it. Then everyone goes around telling me I should have respect for old people. Well, they can shove that idea right up their a.r.s.e.'

Ewart leaned in the door and looked at Nicole.

'Are you packed?'

'Just finishing off,' Nicole said.

'OK,' Ewart said. 'I'm going to the toilet. I'll see you at the bottom of the stairs in five minutes.'

'Wish me luck?' Nicole asked, looking at James.

'Sure,' James said, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a squeeze. She had a tear rolling down her cheek.

James carried one of Nicole's bags out to the people carrier. Kerry stood in the living-room doorway with folded arms and a frosty expression. James thought it was a shame Kerry and Nicole had fallen out. They'd got on well up to now.

Zara came out from the kitchen, gave Nicole a hug and wished her good luck with whatever life she chose to lead. When the car started pulling off the driveway, Kerry had a change of heart and ran on to the doorstep. She stood between James and Zara and waved Nicole off.

'I hope she sorts herself out,' Kerry said.

'We'll set her up with a good family,' Zara said. 'I think she'll be better off in the long run. Not everyone is cut out to be a cherub.'

'Oh,' James said, suddenly remembering, 'what happened with Kyle?'

'It's his business,' Zara said. 'It's up to him whether he wants you guys to know or not.'

James and Kerry found Kyle face down on his bunk, having a sulk.

'Why was Ewart having a go at you?' James asked.

'They found traces of cannabis in my urine sample,' Kyle said. 'Almost every drug you could name pa.s.ses through your body in day or so. Unfortunately for me, cannabis lingers in your system for up to three weeks.'

'But you did take some?' Kerry said, sounding outraged.

'It's not some ma.s.sive deal, Kerry,' Kyle said defensively. 'I had a few puffs of a joint that was going around at some kid's house two Sat.u.r.days ago.'

'So how come you're not expelled?' Kerry asked.

'Cannabis is a cla.s.s C drug,' Kyle explained. 'I would have been sent back to campus, but they could hardly send me and Nicole away on the same day without it looking suspicious.'

'So you're gonna get your botty spanked when we go back to campus?' James grinned.

'That's how it looks,' Kyle said. 'Probably a few weeks scrubbing floors, followed by a few months suspended from missions.'

23. LUCK.

Sunday morning, James was in the living-room on his Playstation. Ewart came in and pushed his feet off the coffee table.

'You just gonna sit around doing nothing all day?' he asked.

'That was plan A,' James grinned. He'd missed a lot of sleep over the last couple of weeks. It was nice to b.u.m around indoors for a change.

'What about deliveries?' Ewart asked.

'Kelvin called me,' James said, reluctantly pausing his game. 'The nice lady who calls me with my deliveries has been busted. Not that it matters, because there aren't any customers. Everyone's heard about the arrests and they're scared that if they ring up for a drug delivery, they'll have PC Plod turning up on their doorstep rather than the likes of me.'

'Does Kelvin think KMG is ruined?'

'He says it'll take at least a month to get new supplies of c.o.ke and set up distribution. Even then, customers will be wary. Other gangs will move in and s.n.a.t.c.h a lot of the business, but Kelvin thinks KMG has the clout to get back on top of things, provided Keith Moore doesn't get nicked.'

'What about Junior and April? Have you heard from them?'

'I've spoken to both of them. I got invited to lunch, but I can't be a.r.s.ed.'

Ewart sounded slightly annoyed. 'Why aren't you going?'

'What's the point?' James shrugged. 'The mission's as good as over. We'll all be back at campus in a week or two.'

'James, the mission carries on either until Keith Moore is caught, or we officially get told to come home. You're our closest link to the Moore kids now Nicole is gone. I'd be interested to know what Keith is up to at the moment.'

James reached forward and switched off the Playstation, looking thoroughly put-out.

'Fine,' he huffed. 'I'll call Junior and re-invite myself.'

Ewart left James at the Moore house, then drove on a few hundred metres to drop Kerry at Dinesh's.

James thought there might be a bad atmosphere, but when Keith opened the door he was in swimming shorts with a big grin on his face. The house was huge and even though they had a cleaner, you could tell four kids lived there the second you walked through the door. There were trainers and cushions chucked everywhere, dirty cups and plates. James thought it was cool. He hated it when you go round some kid's house and the mother goes hysterical when you put your cup down in the wrong place.

'Come in,' Keith said, dripping over the floor tiles. 'April and Junior are swimming.'

'I never realised you'd be in the pool.'

'Don't worry. Go up to Junior's room. He's got about ten pairs of swimming shorts in his middle drawer.'

'Cheers,' James said.

Junior had a ma.s.sive room with a big screen TV and video, a wardrobe full of decent clothes and a gumball machine. It wasn't a bad spread for a kid who claimed to be hard done by.

James stripped off and came down in a pair of orange shorts with seahorses on. The indoor pool was about fifteen metres long, with palms and flowerbeds along one side. Ringo and Keith were swimming laps. April and Junior were at the far end in a whirlpool tub. James stepped into the steaming water, gave April a kiss and sat beside her. She looked fit in her swimming costume.

Once he was in the tub, James was glad Ewart had made him get out of the house. The warm jets of water made him feel relaxed and having April cuddled up close was a bonus. He took his hand off her back when Keith wandered up.

'I'm ordering takeaway,' Keith said, raising his voice above the bubbling water. 'What do you guys want?'

'Indian,' April said.

'Pizza,' Junior said.

Keith looked at James. 'Deadlock. The guest gets the casting vote.'

James didn't like Indian much, but April had a cute grin on her face and she started sliding her toes up his leg.

'Indian,' he said.

'Traitor,' Junior said, slicing his hand through the water and giving James a soaking.

James, Junior and April had a splashing battle, then towelled off and put on robes before the food arrived. Ringo and Keith sat on the sofa while James, April and Junior arranged themselves on cushions around the coffee table with all the boxes of food on it.

Keith found the remote between two sofa cushions and switched the TV hanging on the wall to News 24. They all concentrated on stuffing their faces until the TV cut to a policeman. The t.i.tle up on screen said: Superintendent Carlisle, Operation Snort. He started speaking to the camera.

'We've made over one hundred and fifty arrests in the last three days and believe we have taken a major step against illegal drugs in this country...'

A lump of prawn vindaloo smacked Superintendent Carlisle in the forehead and began sliding down the screen.

'... This represents a giant stride forward in our war against illegal drugs in the UK ...'

'Try and catch me, Superintendent,' Keith shouted, chucking another prawn.

Keith's kids joined in, hurling lumps of curry and handfuls of rice until the screen was a blurry mess. Everyone laughed, but it had a hollow ring, like they were really scared by the arrests.

Junior turned around and looked at his dad. 'Did you ask James about Miami?'

'No,' Keith said.

'Miami?' James asked.

'I usually take the boys to my place in Miami for half-term,' Keith explained. 'But Ringo says he's got a lot of homework and doesn't want to go this year.'

'He's having a party,' April explained. 'I expect we'll come home and find this house razed to the ground.'

'Who says I'm having a party?' Ringo said defensively.

'It'll be boring without Ringo,' Junior said. 'And the plane ticket's paid for, so Dad suggested I take a mate.'

'Cool,' James said, bursting into a grin. 'I'll have to check with my parents, but it should be OK. Are you going, April?'

'No,' April said. 'Me and Erin are skiing with our mum.'

'It's a family tradition,' Keith explained. 'We all used to go on holiday together, but I'd always be strangling my wife, Junior and April usually end up rolling around the floor if they're together for more than a few hours, and Erin ...'

'We think the real Erin was abducted at birth and replaced by an alien from Neptune,' Junior explained.

'I've been here about ten times and I've still never met Erin,' James said.

Keith shook his head and smiled. 'That girl may be my daughter, but I haven't got a clue what goes on inside that little head of hers.'

'You'll love Miami,' Junior said. 'It's boiling hot and our house is right on the beach. You can crawl out of bed, run down the beach and be in the sea within thirty seconds.'

'I'll ring Zara up now,' James said.

'Is Kyle home?' Ringo asked.

'Probably,' James said. 'Did you want a word with him?'

Ringo gave his dad a mischievous grin as he spoke. 'Just tell Kyle there's a big party going down here, Friday after next.'

Keith burst out laughing. James thought Keith was a really cool dad, especially considering the stress he was under.

'You can have your party,' Keith said. 'But Kelvin and a couple of other guys from the boxing club are gonna chaperone it, in case any of your pals decide to start peeing on the carpets or stubbing out ciggies on my Egyptian rug.'

'What?' Ringo gasped. 'I don't want some crew of muscle-heads bossing my mates around. I'll be totally embarra.s.sed.'

'Don't worry,' Keith said. 'I'll tell them to keep a low profile.'

James gave Zara a call. She was surprised, but she said it was OK to travel.

It was already turning dark when James got home. He recognised John Jones' Toyota on the driveway. He was in the living-room, with Zara, Ewart, Kerry and Kyle.

'What's this in aid of?' James asked.