nightmare. Opening her sketch pad she frantically drew. Exorcising the hellish images. Looking at the horrid scribbles she was shocked to see words. She didn’t remember words. There had been no speaking.
“Run. Must go.” They were Horatius’s words from that morning and yet sat in a bubble next to her father’s mangled corpse. She remembered.
All of a sudden she remembered him, pushing her away. Begging her to run and then, like overlapping images she saw his face angry and shouting at her to go. Just as forcefully as Horatius’s uncaring demand had that morning.
Tears of relief and love streamed down her face as she realised what he had done. Regardless of the danger from one of the most powerful companies on the planet she would not lose anyone else.
Just as hopeful promise raised its head her phone rang. The rarity of her land line ringing was what stopped Stacy from seeking Horatius straight away.
Hesitantly she lifted the receiver without speaking.
“Mr Harper is about to sell a very important piece of technology to our competitors.” Stacy gasped at the distorted voice. “Stop him. It is in your best interests.”
“What if I don’t?” She clenched the receiver to stop her hand from shaking.
It was too surreal. Her vision racked the room for purchase. All she found was chaos and just like a moth to the flame, she zeroed in on the villains staring back from her strewn comics.
“He has a very nice Bentley it would be a shame if it met with an accident. But as you know fatal accidents happen all the time.” The line went dead but Stacy hung on for dear life. Waiting and hoping it was a prank.
Panic threatened her functions but she knew it was time to dig deep and find her inner hero.
Stacy knew they were desperate. They had tried everything and come up short. In their bid to be discreet they had failed. It was just a matter of time until they dispersed with subtlety to get the job done.
Stacy looked at the picture of her parents and decided there and then, that she was no longer afraid. That she would fight and risk it all because she simply couldn’t carry on without at least trying.
After phoning detective Johnson she tried to contact Horatius.
“I’m sorry he is not receiving calls right now.”
“You know me I work just down the hall!” Stacy couldn’t believe it, the leggy receptionist was giving her lip.
When all the life threatening stuff was over, Stacy was going to have words with her, but for now she had more important things to deal with.
Chapter 8
Running, Stacy left without her purse, key’s or even a jacket. Stacy ignored her screaming muscles until she reached Harper and Son. She was no longer afraid, despite everything. With a new found purpose and determined anger she strode towards the newly fitted lift.
The doors opened and detective Johnson burst out talking to Fielding. He stopped on the threshold.
“You!”
“Where is Horatius?” Stacy felt the fear rear its ugly head.
Ignoring her Johnson growled “Good. This saves me a trip. Fielding arrest her for wasting police time.”
Stacy held up her hands so abruptly that Fielding stopped momentarily. Just long enough for Stacy to turn on her heels and sprint for the side door.
With Fielding and Johnson hot on her tail she was just in time to see Horatius’s Bentley exit the underground car park.
Time slowed as Stacy
“Run. Must go.” They were Horatius’s words from that morning and yet sat in a bubble next to her father’s mangled corpse. She remembered.
All of a sudden she remembered him, pushing her away. Begging her to run and then, like overlapping images she saw his face angry and shouting at her to go. Just as forcefully as Horatius’s uncaring demand had that morning.
Tears of relief and love streamed down her face as she realised what he had done. Regardless of the danger from one of the most powerful companies on the planet she would not lose anyone else.
Just as hopeful promise raised its head her phone rang. The rarity of her land line ringing was what stopped Stacy from seeking Horatius straight away.
Hesitantly she lifted the receiver without speaking.
“Mr Harper is about to sell a very important piece of technology to our competitors.” Stacy gasped at the distorted voice. “Stop him. It is in your best interests.”
“What if I don’t?” She clenched the receiver to stop her hand from shaking.
It was too surreal. Her vision racked the room for purchase. All she found was chaos and just like a moth to the flame, she zeroed in on the villains staring back from her strewn comics.
“He has a very nice Bentley it would be a shame if it met with an accident. But as you know fatal accidents happen all the time.” The line went dead but Stacy hung on for dear life. Waiting and hoping it was a prank.
Panic threatened her functions but she knew it was time to dig deep and find her inner hero.
Stacy knew they were desperate. They had tried everything and come up short. In their bid to be discreet they had failed. It was just a matter of time until they dispersed with subtlety to get the job done.
Stacy looked at the picture of her parents and decided there and then, that she was no longer afraid. That she would fight and risk it all because she simply couldn’t carry on without at least trying.
After phoning detective Johnson she tried to contact Horatius.
“I’m sorry he is not receiving calls right now.”
“You know me I work just down the hall!” Stacy couldn’t believe it, the leggy receptionist was giving her lip.
When all the life threatening stuff was over, Stacy was going to have words with her, but for now she had more important things to deal with.
Chapter 8
Running, Stacy left without her purse, key’s or even a jacket. Stacy ignored her screaming muscles until she reached Harper and Son. She was no longer afraid, despite everything. With a new found purpose and determined anger she strode towards the newly fitted lift.
The doors opened and detective Johnson burst out talking to Fielding. He stopped on the threshold.
“You!”
“Where is Horatius?” Stacy felt the fear rear its ugly head.
Ignoring her Johnson growled “Good. This saves me a trip. Fielding arrest her for wasting police time.”
Stacy held up her hands so abruptly that Fielding stopped momentarily. Just long enough for Stacy to turn on her heels and sprint for the side door.
With Fielding and Johnson hot on her tail she was just in time to see Horatius’s Bentley exit the underground car park.
Time slowed as Stacy
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