“How was she using him?”
He takes in a deep breath and shrugs. “In the early days, she was trying to make it as a model and Cam knew lots of people, mixed in the right circles. He needed a bird for certain events; she needed to be seen in the right places. He wasn’t looking for anything serious and neither was she.” He drains his drink. “Then she started going a bit wonky, got on the gear and things started to change.” I nod as I listen to Benny’s version of what Cam had told me last night. “The thing with Cam, George, is that he’s ruthless in business, but underneath it all, he’s got a good heart. He’s a nice bloke, until you cross him, or fuck with what’s his. You’ve seen it first hand. I don’t need to tell you how he can switch.” He lifts his big body off the sofa and goes and fetches the bottle of bourbon, comes back, sits down and tops up his glass.
“He realised she was in trouble with the gear she was shoving up her nose. She was calling him at all hours, turning up at the club off her tits. She was so skinny. She looked a right sight, so he paid for her rehab and stayed away from her for a few years.” He rubs over his stubbly chin with his big hand. “He’s done nothing but work these last couple of years, George, got all of his businesses mostly legit.”
I smile and raise my eyebrows at Benny. “Mostly legit?”
He winks at me. “Come on, George. This is Cam. He’s got contacts. He needs something doing, he doesn’t always uses legitimate means to get it done. You’re a Layton. You know how it works.”
“Actually, Ben, I had no ideas what my dad did for a living until I met Cam.”
“You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”
I shake my head. “Na, when I was growing up, I just thought my dad earned a lot of money from his car fronts and the building company. I knew we were better off than most coz we had a nice house and nice holidays. I had no idea where the money was coming from and it wasn’t till I was with Cam that the penny dropped and I asked my mum about it.”
He nods. “Well, your dad’s very protective of his family. I s’pose he thought the less you knew the better. Your dad and Cam sort of remind me a bit of each other.”
“Well, that’s a little bit worrying.” We both laugh.
“I mean in the way they go about their business, George. They’re both fair and they look after the people around them, but you mess with them and theirs, then they will fuck you up.” I take a long sip on my wine. I’ve never seen that side of my dad, or my brother for that matter.
“Anyway,” he carries on, “she turns up at the club opening in Ibiza in August. She looks good, healthy. He takes her home that night, and when he gets up in the morning, she’s gone, along with his wallet and his nice new Cartier watch.” He stares down into his glass as if he’s thinking about something. “He’s fucked off, but don’t say too much. Then the next thing we know, she’s claiming that she’s up the duff and the baby’s his.” He bites down on his bottom lip and shakes his head. “I don’t know, George. She’s so adamant that it’s his kid and he’s adamant that there’s no way that it can be. I really don’t think he’d lie. He’s said all along that he’ll step up if the kid’s his.” He lets out a long breath.
“Can I ask you something, Ben, honestly?”
“Knock yourself out, George. Can’t promise I’ll answer though.”
“If I wasn’t in the picture, if I wasn’t around, would he be with her? Would he settle down with Tamara and the baby?” He laughs, a big loud belly laugh. It’s infectious and I smile as I say, “What’s funny? What ya laughing at?”
“You are fuckin’ kiddin me, right?” He raises his eyebrows as he looks at me, his forehead forming lots of lines. “He can’t fuckin’ stand her, George. When she nicked his money, his watch and that, that was it for him; he washed his hands of her, but because of the baby, until he knows for sure, he’ll do what he can.” I don’t want to be relieved at this news, but I sort of am. “In all honesty, George, even if this kid ain’t his, he’ll still do the right thing by her. He’ll end up setting her up somewhere and making sure her and the kid are taken care of. That’s just the type of bloke he is.” He drains his glass again and looks at me for a minute. “He’s never loved anyone the way he loves you, George. You must know that?”
I shake my head. “But I don’t know if he can ever trust me or forgive for what happened before.” He laces his fingers together behind his head and leans back.