Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(12)

Her arm dropped. 'Will you help me up?'

This meant she was going out herself. I bit my tongue to stop myself from arguing with her. I needed to keep her sweet if I was going to be gone. 'Let me get rid of the glass and I'll be back to help you.'

When I stepped out of her room, Cole was already waiting by the door. He held out his hands. 'Give me that.' He nodded at the glass. 'You help her.'

An ache gripped my chest. He was a good kid. 'When you're done, take your comic book into your room. Stay out of her way tonight.'

He nodded, but I saw the tension in his body as he turned away from me. He was getting older and more frustrated with our situation and his inability to do anything about it. I just needed him to get through the next four years. Then he'd be eighteen and legally I could get him out of here and away from her.

When Joss discovered the truth about my situation, she'd asked me why I didn't just take Cole and leave. Well, I hadn't done that because Mum had already threatened to call the police if I ever did  –  it was her guarantee that she'd have us around to keep her fed, to keep her company. I couldn't even petition the courts for custody because there was the risk I wouldn't get him, and once the social services found out about our mother, they'd probably put him into care. Moreover, they'd have to contact my dad and I really didn't want him back in our lives.

I spent half an hour getting Mum into a decent enough state to leave the house. I didn't have to worry about her wandering in and out of the pubs or restaurants on our busy street, because she seemed to be just as ashamed of her condition as we were. The need for drink was the only thing that compelled her to go out, and even then she'd taken to buying it online so she didn't have to go out for it too often. 

By the time I was washed and dressed for work, Mum was back in the flat with her bottles of gin. She'd sat herself in front of the television, so I was glad I'd told Cole to head into his room. I popped my head around the door of his room and told him, like I always did, to call me at work if he needed me.

I didn't say goodbye to Mum when I left. There would be no point.

Instead, I stepped out of the building and braced myself for the night, compartmentalizing my worry and anger so I could focus on my work. In the mood to walk, I'd left the flat early. I marched briskly down London Road, turning the fifteen-minute stroll into ten, but as soon as I got to the more familiar Leith Walk, I slowed. The wonderful smells coming from the Indian restaurant beneath our old flat along with the crisp, cold night air woke me up a little. I strode up the street, the busy, wide street with its restaurants and shops, passing the Edinburgh Playhouse and the Omni Centre, and wished I was dressed up for a night out at the theatre or the movies. I crossed the street near the top of the Walk, turning on to Picardy Place and as I headed towards George Street, I prayed I could put the scene I'd left back at the flat behind me.

Our manager, Su, worked odd hours. She rarely worked the weekends during opening hours, trusting her long-standing staff members and the security guys to take care of the place. Sometimes she worked Monday through Wednesday at night, foregoing Thursday through Saturday, which happened to be the busiest nights. I didn't mind. It was actually nice not to have a manager breathing down my neck, especially since my boss at my day job was such an irritant.

It didn't occur to me not to give Su Cam's number. He'd been an asshole to me, but I couldn't help but feel for him being out of a job. I guess fate felt the same way, because for the first time in a long time, I caught Su just before she left. We met on George Street, at the top of the steps to the bar, and I literally had to stand in her path to stop her escaping, she was so clearly desperate to be away from the club.

'Jo, what's up?' she asked, almost bouncing on the balls of her feet as she tilted her head back to meet my gaze. At five one, Su was this tiny, curly-haired, energetic forty-something whose mind always seemed to be on anything but what it was supposed to be on. It amazed me that she managed Club 39, but the owner, some elusive person named Oscar, was one of Su's closest friends.

I smiled down at her brightly. 'Are you still looking for a bartender?'

Su sighed heavily, jamming her hands into her coat pockets. 'Yeah, I am. I want another guy like Craig, so obviously I get a ton of girls applying and no guys as hot as Craig.'

Charming.

It hadn't escaped my notice that the bartending staff at Club 39 were all attractive, but to hear it put so bluntly without any regard to ethics in the workplace made me choke on a snort. I covered it quickly with a rueful smirk. 'Well, I may have the answer to your problem.' I pulled out my mobile phone. 'His name is Cam, he has bartending experience, he can start immediately, and he's pretty hot.' A total dick, but a good-looking one.