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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. FOUR DAYS BEFORE
  6. Sour Hound
  7. Sucked Back In
  8. Lucie Muller
  9. White Wolf, Black Wolf
  10. THREE DAYS BEFORE
  11. Crumbled Away
  12. Bit of a Punk
  13. Disturbance in the Force
  14. Knocking the Walls Off
  15. Don’t Call Me, I’ll Call You
  16. Appropriately Medicated
  17. Friends in Common
  18. Lifestyle
  19. Who?
  20. Oscar
  21. Police Brutality
  22. TWO DAYS BEFORE
  23. Sorry
  24. Client Confidentiality
  25. Glass
  26. Chateau Lafite 2000
  27. There’s a Man With a Gun
  28. For Your Own Safety
  29. Fire
  30. Stark Night
  31. ONE DAY BEFORE
  32. Green
  33. It’s Not The World – It’s How You Look At It
  34. Familiar
  35. Volunteer Number Six
  36. A Very Dangerous Game
  37. DAY ZERO
  38. Junk
  39. Just Like the Others
  40. Burn
  41. Is This a Joke?
  42. Schizo
  43. Sour Hound II
  44. Moonlight
  45. Make Them Pay
  46. Bite
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgements
  49. WELCOME TO AMSTERDAM
  50. THE BEGINNING

‘Look, it’s a cliché, I know, but it’s never too late to change. And,’ he says, his voice shifting gear, ‘I think you should find yourself a woman. Maybe two. You can’t let the whole thing with Tanya ruin the rest of your life. Go out, have a bit of fun. I mean, you’re fugly as fuck, don’t get me wrong, but I’m sure there’s some cock-starved old crack-whore out there that might still be up for –’

Stoned I may be, but I still manage to kick his leg from where I’m slumped on the sofa.

Joel laughs. He sucks down the last of the vapour, the bag crinkling like static as it’s emptied.

He’s probably right, I think. I should text Sabine back, meet her for a drink.

‘Seriously, though, I’m glad you came round. There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.’

‘It’s all right. I don’t mind if you’re gay. It won’t ruin our relationship. Just as long as you’re happy.’

I’m really out of practice. I need to get out more. No point meeting Sabine if I can’t even hold an adult conversation.

Joel gives me the middle finger. ‘So you know I just got back from Canada? Well, I was there having a meeting with the largest producer of medical cannabis in the world. This company is massive – they’re listed on the Toronto Stock Exchange, and they’ve recently opened grow facilities in Denmark and Portugal and have just been granted a licence from the German government for two in Germany. In three years’ time they’ll have opened more in Italy and Poland as well. And this stuff here is exactly the kind of strain they’re looking to grow. They analysed it and the THC/CBD ratio is spot on, plus the terpene profile is highly favourable for a medicinal strain. Their head of production said it was the best-looking profile they’d ever seen. They’re on the hook, basically.’

‘How would it work?’

‘We’d license the strain to them, so once we’ve signed we wouldn’t need to do a thing. Basically for every plant they grow we’d receive a small fee, but given the scale of their operation we’re talking a renewable gold mine.’

I notice how the word ‘we’ has snuck into all of this.

‘Are you offering me a job?’

‘Well … I’m offering you the opportunity to buy a share in the business. The thing is, to make sure we’re fully protected we have to apply to the EU for Plant Breeder Rights, and that costs money …’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘And, as you were saying, you’ll get a payout when you sign. I thought this could be a good opportunity to invest it.’