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Another Lifetime	By : KiwiGirl Category: M through R > Midsomer Murders Views: 1091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The phone went dead; dial tone
rang in his ear.

Peter Drinkwater swore, but he was moving, running to the old white van that
was hidden behind the farmhouse. Gears crunched as the vehicle lurched around
the corner and out onto the gravel road, stones spattered as he barely slowed
at the intersection, a cursory glance in each direction turning right.

�fuck� he should be turning left, heading back to London, out of Midsomer
Mallow, while he still had all his limbs, if not his life, he was no hero. He
almost slowed, almost turned but then he recalled the scream that had echoed
down the line. One hand reached for the crowbar that he had thrown in the
passenger seat; he weighed it in his hand, then threw it down reaching for the
cell phone.

�Fire, Ambulance, Police� the voice was cool, efficient �please state your
emergency�

Voice terse he gave the address, the details and then his name, knowing that
there was no turning back now. There would be questions and consequences.

Hanging up he planted his foot on the accelerator, the police were on the way,
it was now a race as to who would get there first.

It had started as it always did. Meant to be a bit of fun, a diversion,
something purely for himself, not business but then things he got involved in
had a habit of running away with him and this had been no different from
before. The only difference being that this time he actually cared�the gears
ground as he changed down, the engine screaming as he pushed the van to it�s
limits, barely hearing the protesting motor as he thought of how it had all
begun�.

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They had knocked once and the door swung open, silhouetted against the light
was a woman, small with curly dark hair, fair skin and eyes that he wanted to
look into and yet at the same time needed to look away from.

�Matt� she nodded but glanced by him staring at Peter, one long look and then
she turned gesturing with her head �he�s in the front room� and stood back to
let them pass as a tall man in black jeans and leather jacket entered the
kitchen, he said nothing just watched a menacing presence, cigarette in one
hand, bottle in the other. The sweet smell of weed drifting out into the cold
air.

There was one lamp lit in the dark room and a long legged man with dark hair
lounged on the couch, his hair was curly and reached past his shoulders and he
too was smoking.

�Paul� Matt nodded at him and tilted his head towards Peter �this is Peter�

�So what you got?� Paul sat up now leaning forwards and watching as they began
to unload the boxes. The bargaining began in earnest and Peter sat back to
observe, to store information, now that he knew how to find the place, next
time he would come alone, he was sick of splitting the profits with Matt. In
London he had done best on his own.

Over the next hour others came and went from the room, including the woman but
he had been careful not to look at her, the bloke from the kitchen had seated
himself in an armchair in the corner observing them even as Peter watched him
from the corner of his eye, he had the look of someone who had sampled too much
of their own product, the way his eyes kept darting around the room, how he
scratched constantly at his arms. Dangerous, he filed the thought away and
there was something going on with this bloke and the girl, that was obvious.

In his usual way he had found the information that he sought, her name was Kat
and she was the ex girlfriend of Paul�s younger brother, from the talk down at
the local it seemed that her and Paul had messed around, more talk revealed
that the bloke from the armchair was another brother, Nick. Seemly obsessed
with this Kat he was as mad as a snake as one chap put it and twice as nasty.
Arrested at Christmas for holding a knife to the throat of a tourist who had
offered to buy the girl a drink at the pub.

Matt had summed it up in a few words � I wouldn�t be messing about there mate,
that family are dangerous, they might shit on each other but you best be
watching your back if you shit on them.�

And he had every intention of keeping his nose clean until six weeks ago�.

�Come out with us� Paul had said, he had been in a good mood, the stuff that
Peter had sold him would move quickly, electronics always did and he liked the
Londoner, didn�t trust him of course but he was smart and Paul could make use
of that.

The interior of the club had been hot, packed with moving bodies; music
thumping so loudly that one could barely hear another speak. They found a table
in the back, the previous occupants quickly moving when they noticed the
attention that they were getting from the big men dressed in black. They
settled down bourbon and coke in hand, checking out the women. Kat had
disappeared as soon as they had arrived. She had sat next to Peter in the car,
her thigh pressed up against his, so close that he could smell her hair. But
she had ignored him, not speaking but when they had clambered out she had
brushed past him, her breasts touching his arm, eyes challenging before she
marched into the nightclub. Not looking back, seemingly uncaring of where the
others went.

He could see her now leaning at the bar, talking with another girl, she was
playing a game with him, he knew it, understood it, the same game he had played
many times himself. Her eyes locked on his, a long stare across the room, then
she looked away.

�Nick, Mike� The new arrivals nodded, Nick scanning the crowd, tense until he
had located Kat, arranging his chair so that he could watch her. Peter took
another sip of his drink, Kat was knocking them back, tequila by the looks of
it, one then another.

More drinks and a hard looking blonde asked Peter to dance even as her friend
crouched in front of Paul, low cut top exposing ample breasts, Paul stood and
Peter and his new friend followed them on to the dance floor, even as the other
men found their own partners, until all but Nick were dancing. Kat joined them
then, dancing alone, eyes very bright. She could dance, and he could not help
but watch her and he knew that she knew that he was, but he tried to ignore her
to concentrate on the silly bitch that was even now pressing herself against
him. He wondered when he would be able to sit down, probably best to wait until
Paul did, he knew what this was about, follow the leader of the pack, he could
play that game and he would play that game, while it suited him.

Three songs then four and Paul showed no sign of wanting to leave, suppressing
the urge to tell the blonde, Debs she had called herself, to fuck off, he moved
away, saying he needed a drink. Kat was still dancing and he squeezed behind
her, excusing himself politely even as he ran a hand over the curve of her
arse. She stiffened against him and then pressed back, eyes flickering to the
corner watching as Nick stood to talk to a redhead the no becoming an OK as he
followed her to the dance floor. Peter ran his hand across Kat�s hip and then
moved away.

She followed, he knew that she would, knew whose hand had brushed his back even
before her heard her whisper �Peter Drinkwater, you are braver than you look�

He did not know about brave, but all he knew was that they had been manoeuvring
towards this from that moment they had first met.

�After you�

Kat moved to step in front of him, the crush of bodies driving them together so
that he could slip his hands around her waist, palms moving upwards over her
belly to rest beneath her breasts, he could feel the curve of them over his
hands. She pushed back against his hips pushing into his pelvis and he
responded, pressing himself against her for one long moment before creating
space between them, conscious of watching eyes.

�Where do you live?�

�You can�t come there, he sleeps outside in his car most nights�

�Fuck he is mad�

�Yes, I am tired of it, tired of being afraid�

He had no answer to that instead asking the question that the throbbing in his
groin demanded of him �where then?�

She had given him an address and a time, she would be there. He should leave
early as if she left before the rest Nick would follow her. She had a
girlfriend she would go with and she would borrow a car.

All planned and all thought out and like a lamb to the slaughter he had done as
she wished.

They had gone down by the river, walked in the moonlight, walked for all of ten
steps before they had turned on each other as if they had never had sex before
and it had been fast, hard and fast, neither bothering to undress they had
taken what they had been wanting. That should have been it, but he had taken
her home to the old farmhouse, into the big bed and there they had made love.

He had undressed her slowly, kissing each inch of exposed skin until she was
writhing beneath his lips and hands and he had groaned as she had enclosed his
body in hers. In the morning light he had watched her, naked she had lain
across the bed, hair tangled around her head, blue eyes studying the ceiling.
He had been thirsty, had asked if she wanted a glass of water and she had
nodded. So naked he had gone downstairs to the kitchen, run the tap and decided
that just once more and then he would do as he always had, gently get rid of
her. This was dangerous in more ways than one, he still needed Paul to do
business with and that Nick was getting madder every day, the stuff he was now
doing making him increasingly more paranoid.

He climbed the stairs with a glass in each hand and pushed the door open. The
bed was empty, the window wide open, she was gone.

She had been like a drug, once sampled he had wanted more, needed more and she
had seemed the same with him. He had found where she worked and called until
she had said that she would see him again and so it had unfolded until they
were taking risks, until someone had noticed, until someone had said something.

The phone call had come early that morning; he had left her only hours before,
at the house of a friend, somewhere that should have been safe. But someone had
betrayed them and she had been sobbing and screaming for him to get out, to
leave, that Nick was coming and that he would kill him, kill them both.

He could hear the sirens behind him��..
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