into Stephen’s face, but her mouth had to remain shut. She was undercover.
‘Yeah,’ Stephen said, biting his bottom lip. ‘I can roll us a joint.’ He searched his pockets again and pulled out a small baggy of weed and a packet of rolling papers.
‘Yes please,’ Pip nodded, feeling anxious and excited and a little sick. ‘You get rolling there; roll it like a . . . um, croupier with a dice.’
He laughed at her again and licked one edge of the paper, trying to hold eye contact with her while his stubby pink tongue was out. Pip looked away. It crossed her mind that maybe she had gone too far this time for a homework project. Maybe. But this wasn’t just a project any more. This was for Sal, for Ravi. For the truth. She could do this for them.
Stephen lit the joint and took two long sucks on its end before passing it to Pip. She took it awkwardly between her middle and index fingers and raised it to her lips. She turned her head sharply so that her hair flicked over her face, and pretended to take a couple of drags on the joint.
‘Mmm, lovely stuff,’ she said, passing it back. ‘Spliffing you could say.’
‘You look nice tonight,’ Stephen said, taking a drag and offering the joint again.
Pip tried to take it without her fingers touching his. Another pretend puff but the smell was cloying and she coughed over her next question.
‘So,’ she said, giving it back, ‘where might I score me some of this?’
‘You can share with me.’
‘No, I mean, who do you buy it from? You know, so I can get in on that too.’
‘Just this guy in town.’ Stephen shuffled on the wall, closer to Pip. ‘Called Howie.’
‘And where does Howie live?’ Pip said, passing back the weed and using the movement as an excuse to shift away from Stephen.
‘Dunno,’ Stephen said. ‘He doesn’t deal from his house. I meet him at the station car park, down the end with no cameras.’
‘In the evening?’ Pip asked.
‘Usually, yeah. Whatever time he texts me.’
‘You have his number?’ Pip reached down to her bag for her own phone. ‘Can I have it?’
Stephen shook his head. ‘He’d be mad if he knew I was just handing it out. You don’t need to go to him; if you want something, you can just pay me and I’ll get it for you. I’ll even discount.’ He winked.
‘I’d really rather buy direct,’ Pip said, feeling the heat of annoyance creeping up her neck.
‘No can do.’ He shook his head, eyeing her mouth.
Pip looked away quickly, her long dark hair a curtain between them. Her frustration was too loud, gorging itself on all other thoughts. He wasn’t going to budge, was he?
And then the spark of an idea pushed its way through.
‘Well, how can I buy through you?’ she said, taking the joint from his hands. ‘You don’t even have my number.’
‘Ah, and what a shame that is,’ Stephen said, his voice so slimy it practically dripped out of his mouth. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. Jabbing his finger at the screen, he entered his passcode and handed her the unlocked phone. ‘Put your digits in there,’ he said.
‘OK,’ said Pip.
She opened the phonebook application and shifted her shoulders, facing Stephen so he couldn’t see the screen. She typed how into the contacts search bar and it was the only result to pop up. Howie Bowers and his phone number.
She studied the sequence of numbers. Damn, she’d never be able to remember the whole thing. Another idea flickered into life. Maybe she could take a picture of the screen; her own phone was on the wall just beside her. But Stephen was right there, staring at her, chewing his finger. She needed some kind of distraction.
She lurched forward suddenly, launching the joint across the lawn. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘I thought there was a bug on me.’
‘Don’t worry, I’ll get it.’ Stephen jumped down from the wall.
Pip had just a few seconds. She grabbed her phone, swiped left into the camera and positioned it above Stephen’s screen.
Her heart was thudding, her chest closing uncomfortably around it.
The camera flicked in and out of focus, wasting precious time.
Her finger hovered over the button.
The shot cleared and she took the picture, dropping her phone into her lap just as Stephen turned.
‘It’s still lit,’ he said, jumping back up on the wall, sitting far too close to her.
Pip held out Stephen’s phone