Chapter Twelve
NIGEL BLYTHE, IT TURNED out, had three debt collectors on his staff, including the hospitalized Izzy Barber. Rafferty caught up with one of the other two the next morning just as he was setting out on his collection rounds.
The man’s name was Art Decker; AD to his friends, as he told Rafferty, adding, ‘but you can call me Mr Decker.’
Decker was built on similar lines to Jaws Harrison and Izzy Barber, though he was about ten years younger than either of the other men and sported gelled spiky hair and a gold tooth that dazzled in the watery sunlight.
‘Well, Mr Decker,’ Rafferty began. ‘You’ll have heard about the local muggings of people in your line of work, one of your colleagues being currently in hospital.’
Decker nodded and smiled. The movement made the gold tooth fl
