47
When I get back to the bar, I park the moped in the alleyway and go inside to find Marek. He’s sat at the bar, as he usually is, waiting for some customers who probably don’t exist.
‘Ah, Bradley! How was first job?’ he says, giving me that big beaming smile once again.
‘Well, I did it,’ I say, taking off my helmet and putting it down on the bar. ‘But I want to know what this is all about. Picking up a parcel from a cafe and delivering it to a barber’s shop?’
Marek waves a hand at me. ‘Is just business. Do not worry.’
‘I do worry, though,’ I say. ‘Because if this is to do with drugs or weapons, I’m not interested, alright? Thank you very much for thinking of me and giving me the opportunity, but I really don’t want to get involved.’ The last thing I want to do is get mixed up in any
