Hot Seat

Lap Nineteen

The next morning, I drove Dylan up to Ragged Racing’s home in Banbury. A number of teams, covering the gambit of motorsport from circuit racing to rallying, called the Oxfordshire town home. With convenient motorway access, close proximity to a handful of tracks and reasonable rents, it made sense to establish a home there instead of anchoring a team to one particular circuit.

My reason for going to Rags wasn’t just to get Dylan a job and make him my inside man. I needed to make peace with Rags. I hoped that the couple of days since Spa would have mellowed him and he would have gotten over the shock of my police problems. It didn’t sound like he’d mellowed all that much when I’d called him to let him know I was coming. I definitely wasn’t going to mention being picked up for drug possession.

I parked in one of the Ragged Racing-only spots in front of the warehouse that served as all things Ragged Racing. We got out of the car and walked over to the entrance.

‘Do you think this is going to work?’ Dylan asked.

‘God knows with the way my luck is going.’

‘Defeatism. That’s the attitude.’

I glanced over at Dylan. He grinned and banged me on the back.

‘Snap out of this, mate. You know you can do this. Am I right?’

Dylan was right, but I never liked to overestimate my chances. Chance always had the upper hand.

‘I can’t hear you,’ Dylan mocked.

‘This one is in the bag,’ I answered as I opened the door.

‘Hmm, I love it when you’re forceful.’

My crew was poring over my racecar. I should say what was left of my car. Various body panels had been removed and all four wheels were off. Nevin was hunched over the engine bay when he spotted us. He left the carcass of my car and jogged over.

‘I didn’t know you were dropping by, Aidy.’

‘I’m just here to see Rags.’

Nevin nodded. ‘Yeah, I thought as much. Look, I don’t know the details and I don’t need to. You’re a good driver and the boys like you, despite the black cloud you brought with you last weekend. Just be honest with Rags and it’ll be sunshine again.’

‘Thanks, Barry.’

‘Who’s your friend?’

Dylan introduced himself.

‘Do you mind showing Dylan around while I talk to Rags?’

‘No probs.’

I left Dylan with Nevin and went in search of Rags. The last time I’d been in his office was when he called me in to sign my one-year contract. It had been the best day of my life. Today could be the polar opposite.

The door was open and Rags was on the phone. I knocked on the door. He pointed to the chair in front of his desk and I took my place in the hot seat.

‘Have I let you down before? No, that’s right, I haven’t. I’ll get it to you. OK? Good. Talk to you soon.’ Rags hung up and dropped his mobile on his desk.

‘Problems?’ I asked, wondering if the call had been about me.

‘Not as big as yours.’

Ouch.

‘You said you wanted to talk.’

‘Yeah, I just wanted to say sorry again. I talked it out with my grandfather and you were right. I should have gone to you straight away about the police issue.’

‘Damn right, you should have.’

‘I know. Lesson learned.’

‘I bloody hope so.’ Rags leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk. ‘I won’t say I took a risk picking you for this drive, but there were more qualified drivers in the shootout. In fact, you were the least accomplished in the pack.’

Great, I thought and sighed.

‘But I saw something in you. You deserved a shot and were worth the gamble. Now, that gamble doesn’t look like it’s paying off.’

Was I out? I didn’t dare ask the question and risk putting the idea in Rag’s head.

‘How bad is this driving charge against you? And don’t fucking sugar-coat it. I don’t want another surprise.’

‘The police have half a dozen charges lined up, but they haven’t followed through and I don’t think they will.’

Rags sat forward in his seat and rested his elbows on his desk. ‘Why?’

‘The woman who started this is lying and has nothing to back it up. When the police examine the evidence, they’ll find she made the whole thing up.’

Rags was silent for a long moment. He stared at me, mulling over what I’d said. It seemed to meet with his approval. I saw the doubt leave his expression.

‘How sure are you of this?’

‘One hundred per cent.’

Rags flashed a flicker of a smile. I wanted to cheer. I was winning my drive back.

‘How long is this going to take to resolve?’

‘A month? I’m not sure.’

‘Well, I don’t want this hanging around our necks. I want it resolved as soon as possible. I’m guessing this bird wants something. Find out what it is and sort it. If she wants money, pay her. If she wants a new car, get her one. Whatever it is, do it and make her go away before this becomes a long-term issue.’

‘Sure,’ I said, with no idea how I was going to do any of that.

‘Do you need me to get involved?’

The offer surprised me, but delighted me too. I liked that he’d support me, although he was more than likely offering to protect his own interests.

‘No, I think I’ve got it covered.’

‘Make sure you do. Just don’t let her take your licence. If she does, you’re finished with me. Is that clear?’

‘Crystal.’

Rags glanced out his office window into the workshop. He jerked a thumb at Dylan talking to Nevin.

‘Who’s that?’

‘That’s my friend, Dylan. Can I ask a favour?’

‘Oh, I don’t like the sound of this.’

‘He was part of my team last year.’

Rags held up a hand to stop me. ‘Let me guess. He wants a job.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Jesus, Aidy. You don’t want much, do you? You’ve hardly covered yourself in glory since being here and now you want me to add your mate to the payroll? He might be a good grease monkey, but that isn’t enough. Those guys out there are highly skilled technicians.’

‘I know. I’m just asking.’ Under normal circumstances, I would have stopped pushing here, but I needed Dylan on the inside. ‘He wants to works the pits and he’s just after a chance. He’s talented and I’m not just saying that. He’s been helping my granddad since he was a teenager. Even a trial would be good.’

Rags looked at me, granite-faced, then shook his head. ‘You’ve got some front on you, Aidy. Really, you do. But luckily for you, I like that.’

I was glad Rags liked something about me.

He got up from his desk. ‘C’mon, let’s have a chat with your boy.’

In the workshop, Nevin and Dylan were working on a brake disc assembly. It looked as if Dylan had been working his own angle while I’d been working mine. Dylan was doing the work and Nevin was telling him what to do. They stopped working when Rags and I walked up on them.

‘Dylan, right?’ Rags asked.

‘Yes, Mr Ragsdale.’

‘Call me Rags. Not even the bank manager calls me Mr Ragsdale. Your friend here says you want a job.’

Dylan glanced at me before turning back to Rags. ‘Yes, I do.’

‘Everyone here is a class act and I don’t have room for passengers.’

‘I’m no passenger, Rags.’

‘I’m glad to hear it. You good enough to swing a spanner with these guys?’

‘Given time, yes.’

‘This ain’t a nursery, son. Drivers rely on you being sharp. I’ll ask you again. You good enough to swing a spanner with these guys?’

‘Absolutely.’

‘That’s more like it. I’m going to have Barry put you through your paces. If he gives you the stamp of approval, then I’ll give you a trial.’

‘Already have,’ Nevin said. ‘And he’s got good hands.’

‘Really? People work fast around here when they want to.’ Rags made a pretence of looking Dylan up and down. ‘OK, I’m going to give you a trial run. If you keep your screw-ups to a minimum, I’ll think about putting you on the books.’

Dylan, grinning like a kid on Christmas day, grabbed Rags’ hand and pumped it.

‘Don’t get too excited. I’ll cover your expenses when we travel, but there’s no money in it until you prove yourself.’

‘Great,’ Dylan said.

‘You room with Aidy too.’

‘Not a problem.’

‘Good. And part of your job is keeping this idiot’ — Rags pointed at me — ‘out of trouble. Other than that, welcome to the team.’

A cheer went up. Nevin shook Dylan’s hand and the crew followed in turn.

Mission accomplished. Dylan had gotten his big break and I had my inside man.

Rags grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from the crowd around Dylan. ‘You owe me.’

‘I know. Thanks so much for doing this.’

‘I want more than thanks. I’ve got a job for you this weekend.’

He walked me over to a black Honda Accord. It was the road version of our ESCC cars.

‘This car belongs to the person I was talking to on the phone. He’s a sponsor. The boys here have been breathing on the car. By the time they’re finished with it, it’ll be no different than one of the ESCC cars. As a representative of Ragged Racing, I think it would be nice if you delivered it. Sponsors love that shit.’

‘Sure. No problem. Where and when?’

‘I want it there on Saturday. Munich, Germany.’