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eleven days left now. In amidst all the days' activity, it was a sobering thought. What did he know about assassinating people? He was just an ordinary man who had been dragged into this extraordinary mess.
After some more pacing he made the decision that he had been creeping around undecided. The decision on his course of action for the next fortnight. He would continue trying to find out who was responsible for all this and try to keep himself alive that way, but when it came down to seven days remaining, he would switch his attentions. From then on he would work on a way to murder Michael Green.
Pete's nurse emerged from one of the mottled white corridors of the hospital. The process of re-aligning nasal cartilages and preventing bleeding was only a minor one, but it was still a relief to get the news everything was fine. Anisha was the quickest to head off after her, Gina a short way behind. Jack didn't move.
A few paces down the corridor Gina also slowed to a halt, freezing midway. From the other end, Jack waited until he saw Anisha walk into the room and then let out a deep breath. After a few seconds to collect his thoughts and control his guilt, he walked over to Gina and asked why she wasn't following.
“Neesh's one of my best friends and this means a lot to her, but I don't know. I still don't trust him.”
“But he had the videos, they proved it wasn't him didn't they?”
“Yeah but that's just it. He gets accused and just happens to have those videos with him? Isn't that a bit co-incidental? You know what, I'm probably just being paranoid.” With that she continued her walk back towards Pete's room and, taking a hard gulp, Jack did the same. As they reached the room they ran into Anisha walking out.
“What are you doing?” asked Gina.
“I had a word with him, you know. Told him what's going on and why we…why you did what you did,” she explained. “He does understand, it's just,” she paused, “he needs some time to make sense of everything.”
Avoiding an awkward situation suited Jack fine, and the three of them all shuffled back outside the hospital, away from the septic odour and dim lights, to take in a mouthful of fresh night air. Getting back into their blue-grey minicab, they rode back to Anisha's apartment in silence.
The pigeons cooed and the clouds rumbled threateningly as Green came downstairs to make a cup of coffee. The kitchen was marbled and tiled, in line with the rest of the house, and the stone felt cold on his bare feet. Moving into the living room he grabbed the remote and flicked on the television to hear the news as he boiled some water. Silently and subtlety, a shadow flashed across the large double window, too fast for him to notice. He quickly put some bread in his toaster and returned to the news: a technical problem once again holding back the latest NASA launch into space.
As the adverts started playing, Green muted the TV and attended to his coffee machine. Selecting white with two sweeteners he watched as coffee poured into the mug below. The cup was virtually molten, but Green was used to it and swigged half of it down straight away. A crackling sound from the front lawn fractured the silence and Green poked his head next to the window to investigate. A garden was a rare thing to have living in London. They'd virtually become extinct in the capital as space became more and more precious. Looking over now, he saw his rose bush outside had been trampled. Probably his neighbour's dog he thought, though he didn't see Tazzie around anywhere.
Not wanting to get unnerved, he turned the television back on and sat down with his coffee. His eyebrows furrowed as he heard the back door creak. It was warm this morning and he couldn't remember if he'd left it open or not. Pop. Green flinched and for a second he could feel his heart rattling in his ribcage. Glancing across he saw the toast was ready. Trying to calm himself down, he turned the television off, and breathed
After some more pacing he made the decision that he had been creeping around undecided. The decision on his course of action for the next fortnight. He would continue trying to find out who was responsible for all this and try to keep himself alive that way, but when it came down to seven days remaining, he would switch his attentions. From then on he would work on a way to murder Michael Green.
Pete's nurse emerged from one of the mottled white corridors of the hospital. The process of re-aligning nasal cartilages and preventing bleeding was only a minor one, but it was still a relief to get the news everything was fine. Anisha was the quickest to head off after her, Gina a short way behind. Jack didn't move.
A few paces down the corridor Gina also slowed to a halt, freezing midway. From the other end, Jack waited until he saw Anisha walk into the room and then let out a deep breath. After a few seconds to collect his thoughts and control his guilt, he walked over to Gina and asked why she wasn't following.
“Neesh's one of my best friends and this means a lot to her, but I don't know. I still don't trust him.”
“But he had the videos, they proved it wasn't him didn't they?”
“Yeah but that's just it. He gets accused and just happens to have those videos with him? Isn't that a bit co-incidental? You know what, I'm probably just being paranoid.” With that she continued her walk back towards Pete's room and, taking a hard gulp, Jack did the same. As they reached the room they ran into Anisha walking out.
“What are you doing?” asked Gina.
“I had a word with him, you know. Told him what's going on and why we…why you did what you did,” she explained. “He does understand, it's just,” she paused, “he needs some time to make sense of everything.”
Avoiding an awkward situation suited Jack fine, and the three of them all shuffled back outside the hospital, away from the septic odour and dim lights, to take in a mouthful of fresh night air. Getting back into their blue-grey minicab, they rode back to Anisha's apartment in silence.
The pigeons cooed and the clouds rumbled threateningly as Green came downstairs to make a cup of coffee. The kitchen was marbled and tiled, in line with the rest of the house, and the stone felt cold on his bare feet. Moving into the living room he grabbed the remote and flicked on the television to hear the news as he boiled some water. Silently and subtlety, a shadow flashed across the large double window, too fast for him to notice. He quickly put some bread in his toaster and returned to the news: a technical problem once again holding back the latest NASA launch into space.
As the adverts started playing, Green muted the TV and attended to his coffee machine. Selecting white with two sweeteners he watched as coffee poured into the mug below. The cup was virtually molten, but Green was used to it and swigged half of it down straight away. A crackling sound from the front lawn fractured the silence and Green poked his head next to the window to investigate. A garden was a rare thing to have living in London. They'd virtually become extinct in the capital as space became more and more precious. Looking over now, he saw his rose bush outside had been trampled. Probably his neighbour's dog he thought, though he didn't see Tazzie around anywhere.
Not wanting to get unnerved, he turned the television back on and sat down with his coffee. His eyebrows furrowed as he heard the back door creak. It was warm this morning and he couldn't remember if he'd left it open or not. Pop. Green flinched and for a second he could feel his heart rattling in his ribcage. Glancing across he saw the toast was ready. Trying to calm himself down, he turned the television off, and breathed
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