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Authors: Ethan Spier
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out and touched his hand. "I know this must be terrible for you Lewis. It's terrible for me, but you and Hannah... well you were much closer than she and I were."
Lewis looked at her and smiled weakly. "It's the worst thing that has ever happened to me."
Kelly squeezed his hand, "Sometimes it's just difficult to let it go. They have the man that did it and he's going to be punished for what he's done. That's not much of a comfort for us now, but that's what we need to think about. All our silly theories are just that; silly theories. The proof is there."
Lewis drained the Coke from his glass and nodded as he stared at Kelly.
"You're right, I know you're right. It's just so difficult." He glanced at his watch, "I have to go," he said, standing. "Thanks for the chat Kelly, I think it's helped. I'll see you at the funeral next week, okay?"
"Yes, I'll see you then."
Lewis walked out of the bar and down the street, wishing he could be certain that the right man was going to be punished. But if he was truthful with himself, a subtle but persistent doubt nagged the back of his mind. He couldn't be sure what prevented that certainty, but knew that something didn't feel right.
Chapter 7
Hellam
The car stopped at the front of the building and Hellam and Langton walked down the steps slowly before getting into the limousine.
"Here are your notes for the meeting," Langton said, handing Hellam several sheets of paper in a small, plastic folder.
"Thank you," He flicked through the papers. "How are Kelser and Richards getting on?"
"They're going to sort out the Deacon problem today. Kelser is confident it will all be rectified by the end of the day."
"Excellent news," Hellam said with a smile, but didn ’ t look up from his notes.
"There is one thing that does need addressing though Mr Hellam."
Hellam stopped scanning the document and closed the folder as he turned to Langton. "What is it?"
Langton glanced at the driver, before leaning in closer and whispering. "Miller has been in contact with me. He ’ s managed to find out some information from undercover operations. He said it wasn't easy and he isn't certain of the facts yet, but it appears that Richards might be a problem."
Hellam frowned. "A cop?" he whispered, his voice low and cold.
Langton nodded, "Possibly, I'm getting Miller to double check the details, but he says that it may take a couple of days before he'll get an opportunity to do so." Langton watched his boss's eyes narrow as he became lost in thought for a moment, then spoke quietly. "Do you want me to organise something for Richards?"
"No," Hellam replied softly as he gazed out of the window. "I'll take care of it, don't worry about it."
Hellam became silent for a few moments as he turned away from Langton and watched the streets move past his window. Langton glanced down at the hand clutching the plastic folder and noticed Hellam was gripping it so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. The car remained silent for the rest of the journey, Langton not daring to utter another word, sensing the anger emanating from the man sitting beside him. Eventually they came to rest outside a building and Hellam stepped out. Before closing the door, he turned to Langton.
"Tell Kelser to meet with us tomorrow morning. I want him to deal with this Richards situation."
"Kelser? Yes sir," Langton replied and watched as Hellam slammed the door shut then went into the building for his meeting. Langton turned to the driver. "Take me to Luciano's, I'd like to get some lunch."
***
Langton asked for a table for one as he entered the restaurant and was shown to a seat by the window. He ordered a glass of water and his usual Italian vegetable salad. The restaurant was quiet, as it usually was during the week, but Langton enjoyed the peace on these occasions; it wasn't very often he managed to eat a proper lunch, but when he did, he would always come to Luciano's.
He thought about
Lewis looked at her and smiled weakly. "It's the worst thing that has ever happened to me."
Kelly squeezed his hand, "Sometimes it's just difficult to let it go. They have the man that did it and he's going to be punished for what he's done. That's not much of a comfort for us now, but that's what we need to think about. All our silly theories are just that; silly theories. The proof is there."
Lewis drained the Coke from his glass and nodded as he stared at Kelly.
"You're right, I know you're right. It's just so difficult." He glanced at his watch, "I have to go," he said, standing. "Thanks for the chat Kelly, I think it's helped. I'll see you at the funeral next week, okay?"
"Yes, I'll see you then."
Lewis walked out of the bar and down the street, wishing he could be certain that the right man was going to be punished. But if he was truthful with himself, a subtle but persistent doubt nagged the back of his mind. He couldn't be sure what prevented that certainty, but knew that something didn't feel right.
Chapter 7
Hellam
The car stopped at the front of the building and Hellam and Langton walked down the steps slowly before getting into the limousine.
"Here are your notes for the meeting," Langton said, handing Hellam several sheets of paper in a small, plastic folder.
"Thank you," He flicked through the papers. "How are Kelser and Richards getting on?"
"They're going to sort out the Deacon problem today. Kelser is confident it will all be rectified by the end of the day."
"Excellent news," Hellam said with a smile, but didn ’ t look up from his notes.
"There is one thing that does need addressing though Mr Hellam."
Hellam stopped scanning the document and closed the folder as he turned to Langton. "What is it?"
Langton glanced at the driver, before leaning in closer and whispering. "Miller has been in contact with me. He ’ s managed to find out some information from undercover operations. He said it wasn't easy and he isn't certain of the facts yet, but it appears that Richards might be a problem."
Hellam frowned. "A cop?" he whispered, his voice low and cold.
Langton nodded, "Possibly, I'm getting Miller to double check the details, but he says that it may take a couple of days before he'll get an opportunity to do so." Langton watched his boss's eyes narrow as he became lost in thought for a moment, then spoke quietly. "Do you want me to organise something for Richards?"
"No," Hellam replied softly as he gazed out of the window. "I'll take care of it, don't worry about it."
Hellam became silent for a few moments as he turned away from Langton and watched the streets move past his window. Langton glanced down at the hand clutching the plastic folder and noticed Hellam was gripping it so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. The car remained silent for the rest of the journey, Langton not daring to utter another word, sensing the anger emanating from the man sitting beside him. Eventually they came to rest outside a building and Hellam stepped out. Before closing the door, he turned to Langton.
"Tell Kelser to meet with us tomorrow morning. I want him to deal with this Richards situation."
"Kelser? Yes sir," Langton replied and watched as Hellam slammed the door shut then went into the building for his meeting. Langton turned to the driver. "Take me to Luciano's, I'd like to get some lunch."
***
Langton asked for a table for one as he entered the restaurant and was shown to a seat by the window. He ordered a glass of water and his usual Italian vegetable salad. The restaurant was quiet, as it usually was during the week, but Langton enjoyed the peace on these occasions; it wasn't very often he managed to eat a proper lunch, but when he did, he would always come to Luciano's.
He thought about
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