SIX
Nowadays, fewer and fewer people were around to talk to; most of them had returned to the UK, dreams of the good life shattered in the wake of spiralling prices and diminishing exchange rates. Johnny sat under the shade of a beachside terrace, watched the girls go by, and wondered what the hell to do. He twirled his fourth vodka and tonic in his palms and tried to concentrate on staying cool. The alcohol didn’t help, but he needed it after what had happened. And when Frank found out, the s**t really would hit the proverbial fan.
None of it panned out well from the start. Alex Piers, the one name which kept coming up every time Johnny mentioned Ryan Chaise, had returned to the old country and disappeared. In pursuit of his wife, so the story went. Johnny couldn’t give a damn about Pie
