Simon Beckett - Fine Lines

Anna and Marty were very obviously in love, and when I decided to end their relationship I knew I would need help. I had neither the skill nor the experience necessary to attempt such a task on my own.

Fortunately, I knew someone much better qualified.

Zeppo did not remember me when I telephoned, which was not altogether surprising. We had met, but only twice, and I am not the sort of man who makes a lasting impression. Zeppo, however, was quite the opposite.

I arranged to meet him in a restaurant just off the West End. He was late, and I was turning the waiter away for the second time when he finally arrived. I signalled to him and he strolled over, apparently unaware of the looks he received from the other diners. But he walked just a little too slowly and a little too deliberately to be entirely unconscious of them.

He greeted me pleasantly enough, but made no apology for his lateness. I chose not to mention it.

Youre looking very tanned, I said. Have you been away?

Ive just got back from Italy. His eyes strayed around the room as he spoke. Checking his audience, I thought.

Work or pleasure?

A bit of both. I was over there on a shoot, but I managed to slot some skiing in as well. He grinned. Youve got to, really, havent you?

I take it the modellings going well, then?

It pays the rent. And it beats working for a living.

The waiter appeared and handed him a menu. I ordered a wine I thought should be expensive enough to impress. So. You said youd got a business proposition, Zeppo said, once the waiter had gone.

I had hoped to wait a little longer before broaching it. Why dont we discuss it over the meal? Theres no rush, is there?

He shrugged. Im just curious to know what it is, thats all.

I opened my menu. Shall we at least order first?

Id rather you tell me now, if you dont mind. Put me out of my suspense. He gave me a rather flat smile. Reluctantly, I closed the menu again.

As you like. I made a minute adjustment to my cutlery. The thing is, I... ah, want to hire your services. From the look on his face I realised he was jumping to the wrong conclusion. It concerns a girl, I added, hurriedly.

A girl? He seemed amused by my awkwardness.

Yes. I felt a tickle in my throat and coughed to clear it. My assistant. At the gallery. Its, ah... well, its a rather difficult situation, actually. I cleared my throat again, conscious of Zeppos faintly condescending smile. There was no easy way to say it. I plunged on.

I want you to seduce her.

Whatever he had been expecting, it was not that. His amusement vanished. You what?

I want you to seduce her. I felt my face burning. Although, from what I knew of Zeppo, I had no cause to be embarrassed.

He was about to speak when the waiter reappeared. I sampled the wine and pronounced it acceptable without tasting it. Zeppo waited until he left, then leaned forward.

Is this a joke? Has someone put you up to this?

Oh, no. I shook my head emphatically to convince him. No, its no joke.

He stared at me. Lets get this straight. Thats the business proposition you said youd got? You want to hire me to sleep with someone?

I looked around to make sure no one could hear. Ah... yes, thats right.

Christ!

Im prepared to pay well.

How well? I told him. He looked surprised. Youd give all that, just for me to go to bed with this girl? I nodded. Why?

I attempted a shrug. Lets just say I disapprove of her current boyfriend.

And thats it?

Well... yes.

He gave a stunned laugh. I cant believe this. I hardly even know you, and now youre calmly asking me to sleep with somebody, because you dont like who shes going out with?

I realise its an unusual request. Thats why Im offering such a large sum.

This is... He shook his head, mutely. Why are you bothered who she goes out with anyway?

I tried to sound nonchalant. Annas a beautiful and intelligent girl. She can do better.

He snorted. Oh, come on. Youre not doing this out of the goodness of your heart. Whats the real reason?

I hesitated, feeling myself blush again. I find Anna... very attractive. But I realise a young girl like her is hardly going to be interested in a middle-aged man like me. I accept that. What I cant accept is seeing her throw herself away on someone who doesnt deserve her. I find that intolerable.

Zeppo frowned. But youre asking me to go to bed with her. If you fancy this girl yourself wont that bother you?

Not as much as the thought of her with him. Some scepticism still lingered on his face, so I added, Apart from anything else, you would only be temporary. And it would split them up. Thats the main thing.

That was not entirely true. But it was a motive Zeppo could easily believe. He appeared to accept it. Youve really got it in for the poor sod, havent you? What have you got against him?

I havent anything against him personally. Hes just not the sort of person I think is suitable for Anna, thats all.

Why? Whats wrong with him?

Hes... I searched for an explanation. ...Unexceptional.

In what way? Socially? Intellectually? What?

I fussed with my napkin. Physically.

A look of understanding came on to Zeppos face. And if youve got to stand back while she goes off with anyone else, youd rather it be someone good looking. Is that it?

I wouldnt have put it quite like that. But yes.

He smiled, drily. I took a drink of wine, and was surprised to find my glass nearly empty. I refilled it. So how close is she to this boyfriend? Zeppo asked.

Very, Im afraid. They havent known each other long. Less than a year, at most. But theyre living together, and as far as I can tell theyre both infatuated. I paused. How much of a problem do you think itll be?

He gave a shrug. I dont know. I cant really say without meeting them, can I? He looked at me. And I havent agreed to do it yet.

No, no, of course, I said, hastily.

He twirled the stem of his wineglass. Why ask me, anyway? Ive only spoken to you at a couple of parties. What made you think Id be interested? There was an edge of suspicion to his voice. But I had been prepared for that.

Youre a model. Youre used to living off your looks. This isnt really so very different. Besides which, you were the only one who sprang to mind. I dont know many people who might be suitable for this sort of thing. Im only an art dealer. I dont move in those sort of circles.

There was also another reason for choosing him. But I would keep that to myself. For now.

He watched the wine swirl in the glass. Suppose I say no?

Then Ill have to find someone else, obviously. I hoped I sounded unconcerned. Ive told you how much Im prepared to pay. And its hardly an unpleasant ordeal. I dare say I shouldnt have too much difficulty finding someone willing to do it. But it would save trouble if it was you.

Zeppo accepted this without comment. I tried to gauge his expression, without success. How soon can you give me an answer? I asked.

Is there any rush?

Oh no, I lied. But if youre not interested Ill have to make other arrangements. So the sooner I know where we stand, the better.

He contemplated his glass again. I noticed the waiter hovering and waved him away. Where are the toilets? Zeppo asked, abruptly.

Ah... I think theyre through there.

He pushed back his chair and went out. I picked up the menu and went through the motions of reading it without understanding a single word. I put it down and took a drink of wine instead.

Zeppo seemed to be gone a long time. I was glad when he reappeared in the doorway. This time he scanned the room openly as he crossed it.

So how old is this girl, anyway? he asked, as soon as he sat down. Anna, is it?