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when Kieran’s arms wrapped around her that
she realised that her sobbing could be the sound that woke
Sara.
“ Sshh, Ash,
you’ll wake her.” He held on tighter and she sobbed
harder.
Did defeat have a taste?
Her body went limp as she went boneless. This was meant to be
simple. This farce engagement was meant to help Kieran and maybe
find who she really was.
“ Ash, it’s
okay. We will make it work. We can find a rehab place for Shelley
and find someone to take of Sara. There is always a solution.” His
fingers felt good as they massaged her scalp.
And did he have to smell
good too? For the last week, they spent so much time apart, that
now she craved him. A complication she could do without.
He was always sure of
things. So sure of what the possibility could be. If only she could
have the same faith about her life then maybe she’d feel better
about the path she’d chosen.
Chapter Six
The pounding in his head
was so bad, the room shook. The table toppled and the sound of
crashing glass pierced his consciousness. With sluggish uneven
movements that hurt, Kieran lifted his head. The darkened room had
a sliver of light beaming out from the room and he turned to the
source. Big mistake.
A sharp pain sliced
through the back of his skull and before he could lift himself off
the chair, he was pushed back down. He counted two people in the
office with him.
“ Stay where
you are,” The clean British accent said.
The man that held him
down smelt of cheap alcohol and tobacco and…olive oil. Why he
caught the smell of olive oil, he wasn’t sure, but it was
distinctive.
His gaze focused on the
limited visibility he had in his office. He remembered the visit
with Ash at the hospital and coming back here to do paperwork. He
even remembered nodding off to sleep. His gaze squinted at the
clock in the distance. The numbers blurred but it pointed to three.
Was it three in the morning?
With nothing out of place
it could only mean one thing. His cheap olive oil smelling friend,
and his British accomplish had the keys and alarm code to the
building. He hadn’t heard the alarm go off, or the sound of sirens
that meant the police were close.
His jaw clammed down
hard. What were these thugs after? “We don’t keep money here. You
do know this is a free clinic,” his head was held down against the
desk. The muscle in his neck hurt from the pressure but he didn’t
make a sound. They weren’t planning on killing him. If he couldn’t
identify them, they had to let him live. Right?
“ If you send
a diabetic to a candy store, do you think they’d go for the money?”
The high-pitched laugh grated on his nerves.
Drug dealers. He knew it
was a problem in Goa and he’d experienced it first hand with
Shelley and her child. “We don’t carry much stock. It’s also kept
locked and I don’t have the key code,” Kieran lied.
This time they both
laughed on the inside joke. “We don’t need your code.”
The hairs at the back of
his neck stood on end. Everything about this didn’t make sense. How
did they get the key? Why would they have the code to the drug
cupboard?
He couldn’t see what they
were up to, but they looked at home in the office. This was where
the drug cupboard was kept. Had always been kept for safety
reasons. A brief moment of panic dropped in his gut. Was his father
involved? Even as the thought entered his mind he knew it couldn’t
be true. His father was against anything illegal.
The British man had on a
bluish cotton suit. It reminded him of the reruns of Miami Vice. In
fact if he squinted just right he could swear, the man even combed
his hair back and folded his sleeves like the main character from
the TV series.
“ How did you
get the code and keys for this place? This is my father’s clinic. I
will bet my life on it that he wouldn’t have given the keys to
you.” The pressure Mr Olive guy applied on his head increased. His
father would never be involved with these thugs. Not the
she realised that her sobbing could be the sound that woke
Sara.
“ Sshh, Ash,
you’ll wake her.” He held on tighter and she sobbed
harder.
Did defeat have a taste?
Her body went limp as she went boneless. This was meant to be
simple. This farce engagement was meant to help Kieran and maybe
find who she really was.
“ Ash, it’s
okay. We will make it work. We can find a rehab place for Shelley
and find someone to take of Sara. There is always a solution.” His
fingers felt good as they massaged her scalp.
And did he have to smell
good too? For the last week, they spent so much time apart, that
now she craved him. A complication she could do without.
He was always sure of
things. So sure of what the possibility could be. If only she could
have the same faith about her life then maybe she’d feel better
about the path she’d chosen.
Chapter Six
The pounding in his head
was so bad, the room shook. The table toppled and the sound of
crashing glass pierced his consciousness. With sluggish uneven
movements that hurt, Kieran lifted his head. The darkened room had
a sliver of light beaming out from the room and he turned to the
source. Big mistake.
A sharp pain sliced
through the back of his skull and before he could lift himself off
the chair, he was pushed back down. He counted two people in the
office with him.
“ Stay where
you are,” The clean British accent said.
The man that held him
down smelt of cheap alcohol and tobacco and…olive oil. Why he
caught the smell of olive oil, he wasn’t sure, but it was
distinctive.
His gaze focused on the
limited visibility he had in his office. He remembered the visit
with Ash at the hospital and coming back here to do paperwork. He
even remembered nodding off to sleep. His gaze squinted at the
clock in the distance. The numbers blurred but it pointed to three.
Was it three in the morning?
With nothing out of place
it could only mean one thing. His cheap olive oil smelling friend,
and his British accomplish had the keys and alarm code to the
building. He hadn’t heard the alarm go off, or the sound of sirens
that meant the police were close.
His jaw clammed down
hard. What were these thugs after? “We don’t keep money here. You
do know this is a free clinic,” his head was held down against the
desk. The muscle in his neck hurt from the pressure but he didn’t
make a sound. They weren’t planning on killing him. If he couldn’t
identify them, they had to let him live. Right?
“ If you send
a diabetic to a candy store, do you think they’d go for the money?”
The high-pitched laugh grated on his nerves.
Drug dealers. He knew it
was a problem in Goa and he’d experienced it first hand with
Shelley and her child. “We don’t carry much stock. It’s also kept
locked and I don’t have the key code,” Kieran lied.
This time they both
laughed on the inside joke. “We don’t need your code.”
The hairs at the back of
his neck stood on end. Everything about this didn’t make sense. How
did they get the key? Why would they have the code to the drug
cupboard?
He couldn’t see what they
were up to, but they looked at home in the office. This was where
the drug cupboard was kept. Had always been kept for safety
reasons. A brief moment of panic dropped in his gut. Was his father
involved? Even as the thought entered his mind he knew it couldn’t
be true. His father was against anything illegal.
The British man had on a
bluish cotton suit. It reminded him of the reruns of Miami Vice. In
fact if he squinted just right he could swear, the man even combed
his hair back and folded his sleeves like the main character from
the TV series.
“ How did you
get the code and keys for this place? This is my father’s clinic. I
will bet my life on it that he wouldn’t have given the keys to
you.” The pressure Mr Olive guy applied on his head increased. His
father would never be involved with these thugs. Not the
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