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Just Because We Do What We Do	By : gallygaskins Category: G through L > Hustle Views: 1283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

“Ok,” Ash began; clicking onto the first slide of Liakos and seeing Imogen visibly shudder from the corner of his eye. “George Liakos. 46 years of age and of Greek decent. His grandfather came over from Crete during the war where he met his grandmother and the rest is history. Always wanted to be big time and only got there courtesy of his wife’s money.” All eyes rested on Imogen, she shrugged away the attention. “He was quickly able to establish himself in major league smuggling; drugs, guns, people. You name it he helps out wherever he can.”

Letting out a long breath, he continued, “has friends in very high places including,” he clicked on the next three slides as he said their names, “Nikolai Reznikov, Cheng Li and my particular favourite, Jacob D’Angelo.”

“Oh, dear God,” Albert let out as quietly as he could.

Sean looked from Albert back to Ash, who was now slowly pacing in front of the screen, “I take it these are nasty bastards.”

“Of the nastiest kind,” Albert enlightened the group.

Ash took up the thread, “yeah, these aren’t your stick you in a thumb lock and break your knees kind of bastards, these are serious hardcore.”

“I didn’t realise,” Imogen began, the hint of tears evident along the rim of her lower lids, “look, if any of you want to back out then I’ll completely understand.”

“None of us are backing out yet,” Mickey put in sympathetically, “let’s see if we’ve got an edge first.”

“Well, I suppose there is one edge,” Albert began, looking to Ash to continue.

A smile passed between the pair, “if he annoys any one of them, the rest won’t be too happy about it!”

Danny felt he ought to put in his two penneth’s worth, “so, you’re telling us that if it appears like Liakos has pissed off any one of these guy’s then the rest will do their very best to get rid of him?”

“Yes,” Albert and Ash agreed in unison, “by whatever means necessary,” Albert added.

Ash continued. “And in a permanent capacity; if you know what I mean.”

“Right, well count me out!”

“Danny?” Stacie questioned the exasperation evident.

“No hold up. Conning people I’ve got no problem with, like any of us. And, on occasion, we’ve been known to borrow the odd item or two. But getting people killed? Nah, no way.” Everyone watched as he got up from his seat, went over to the drinks cabinet, opened up a bottle of vodka and began drinking its contents. “Regardless of what he’s done to,” he motioned towards Imogen, “we’re not murderers!”

“No we’re not,” Mickey agreed grinning, looking over to Imogen who also shared his look.

“Misdirection.” She breathed. “We just have to make it look like it was him and then make sure he disappears before anyone can get to him.”

“Precisely,” Mickey finished.

“Wait a minute, we’re gonna make him disappear?” Danny was still sulking.

“Yes, we’re going to ...” Imogen stopped, her eyes finally resting on Ash’s face. “I’m going to persuade him to disappear.”

Ash’s brows furrowed, he began shaking his head, “No way!” He said quietly, turning to his friend beseechingly, “Mick?”

“What?” Emma asked, her head quickly scanning over the three faces before realising, “we can’t ask Imogen to do that?”

“We’re not,” Mickey looked down at the floor, “Imogen has offered ...”

“No, Imogen?” Emma voiced for a stricken Ash.

“Who else can get that close to him?” Imogen appealed.

“I’m not going to let you do this,” Ash complained, “there has to be another way.”

Imogen closed her eyes, a lone tear escaping over an ashen cheek. “If I thought ...”

Mickey stood up and moved to his normal domineering position, a calming hand on Ash’s shoulder, “at the moment there is no other way.”

Placing the remote on the table as he strode passed it, Ash made his way out onto the balcony. Imogen stood to follow but Mickey got to her before she had a chance to. “Let me have a word with him,” he said serenely. She nodded, sitting back down on the edge of the couch and mulling over the implications of what she was going to have to do.

“You know, we really should stop meeting like this.” Mickey began watching Ash smile briefly. “People will talk.”

“I can’t lose her again, Mick.” Watery eyes were earnest as Ash looked over to Mickey.

“You won’t. She won’t allow that to happen. And nor will you.” Mickey replied, “we’ll all make sure that everything is in place to keep her safe. After all, Ash, there was only ever one reason why I had to get the best fixer into my crew, I can always depend upon you to make sure my ideas work and this is no exception. It’s just that this time its Imogen playing the inside alongside of me.”

Ash smiled, despite the pain that was ripping through his heart. He couldn’t help the feeling that this wasn’t going to go smoothly. And to put Imogen back in the firing line, clearly he was right to question that decision. “Surely we can keep her out of it?”

“We know that one of the ways to get to him is to give him power. What better way than to give him back his wife?”

Anger crept into Ash’s voice, “if he lays one finger on her ...”

“Then I’ll expect you to defend my honour,” Imogen called from the open door. “I wouldn’t demand any less. But he’s not going to because we’re not going to let him have the opportunity.” She smiled, “if there’s one thing I’ve learnt whilst I’ve been with that bastard, it’s been to look after myself and trust no one unless he’s crossed them. I have a few friends on the inside, if I get into real danger they will help out. I have a place that I can go to to be safe and they will get me there if needs be.” She stepped closer to the pair, her eyes never leaving Ash’s, “it’s a place that very few local people know about and you’ll be able to use it as a base at the same time.”

“Ever the resourceful,” Mickey commented.

“It was a place I bought before I got married. I intended it to be a haven away from everyday life, for me and my family to just go to and get away from things whenever the need arose. In truth, it ended up being my escape when things got really bad with George.”

“And he doesn’t know about the place?”

“Mickey, he had men scouring the island for me but they always went home empty handed. It is so well hidden even military intelligence would have trouble finding it.”

“Even so, is it secure?” Ash asked.

Imogen’s smile grew wider, “yes, it’s very secure.” Her hand cupped his cheek, “even though I have no doubt that you will endeavour to make it impregnable.”

He grinned, “for you, anything!” Faltering for a moment, “I still don’t like it,” he pulled her into his embrace, “but if it’s the only way we’ll be able to rid you of Liakos then I’m in.” He kissed her, before quickly adding, “but I want to be on the island, just in case. If something happens to you then I need to be there for you.”

“I was actually going to suggest that,” Mickey cut in, “it seems like good sense to get the two of you out there ahead of the rest of us, Ash. You’ll be able to make any necessary adjustments you need to whilst Imogen’s local knowledge will help gather the resources needed. In the meantime, we can be assembling other intel and considering our moves this end before some of us join you.”

Imogen stood with her back against Ash’s chest, his arms keeping her as close to him as she could get. “And Tom?”

“We’re going to move him. I have a friend in Wales that will look after him for a bit. It’s probably best that you don’t know much more than that just in case Liakos wants to find Tom and use him for his own end.”

Imogen nodded, “agreed. When do you suggest he goes?”

“I’ve got him waiting at Eddie’s so that you can say your farewells to him. Albert will escort him as far as Birmingham on the train, where he will be met.”

“I see,” her hands gripping Ash’s forearms, “and do you trust this friend?”

“I do, Imi,” Ash whispered, “with my life.”

She relaxed, “ok. Let’s go and do it.” She started to move towards the door, suddenly stopping and turning to Ash, “wait, we haven’t yet told him about you.”

“We can do that later, love.” Ash said with affection, “he’s losing his mum for a while; he doesn’t need to lose his dad too.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” She took his hands in her own, “poor lad’s been through so much already, it wouldn’t be fair just yet, would it?” She sought an assurance.

“No, it wouldn’t,” he agreed with a smile, “and when we get back we can be a proper family.”

“Do you mean that?” She asked her voice barely audible.

“Yes, Imi. I want to make everything right. I’ll even get a proper job if I have to.”

She giggled, “I don’t think there’ll be any need for that. Although, if it means I get to see you in a security guards uniform again ...”

“Oi, saucy,” he grinned, bringing her closer once more, “only if I get to see you in that nurse’s get up first though.”

Rolling her eyes as she pulled him across the balcony, “come on you, we’ve got a son to say goodbye too.”

.oOo.

Emerging from a cab outside of Eddie’s Bar, Imogen and Ash traipsed down the passageway before descending the steps into the brightly lit basement; Mickey and Albert followed. Imogen’s step quickened once she was able to see her son sitting at the bar, rushing onward and meeting him halfway across the room as he fell into her arms. She picked him up, happy to see him whilst quietly sobbing against his neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her own neck, his legs around her torso.

Watching mother and son embracing with his cool blue intensity, Ash felt a tug at his heartstrings. He only wished that it wouldn’t be too long before he could be a part of that particular scene. “Tom, I’ve missed you so much,” he heard Imogen cry, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“It’s only been a couple of days,” her son said incredulously, as she perched herself on the edge of a booth seat and cradled the boy in her lap. As she began levelling his wild mane of hair, she explained that he would be going to stay with some friends in Wales. “Wales?” He pouted.

“What’s wrong with Wales?” Imogen asked.

“It’s boring.”

“Who’s told you that?” Her voice becoming an angry squeak as her eyebrows knitted together. She followed the direction of her son’s gaze.

An arched eyebrow penetrated his thoughts like some kind of Vulcan mind meld, causing him to stop what he was doing and look up at her. “What?” Eddie enquired.

“What ideas have you been putting into my son’s head?”

“Not’in’,” Eddie shrugged, “I just told him that Wales was full of sheep.”

Imogen’s second eyebrow joined the first. “I’ve spent the last ten years making sure that my son grows up to embrace new cultures and there you are telling him stuff like that. I’m surprised at you, Edward. Surprised and shocked, considering where you hail from.”

“Why d’ya think I came down ‘ere?”

“He’s got a point,” Ash said with amusement, ruffling his son’s hair. “And Wales is full of sheep.” He noticed Imogen’s pointed stare was now turned upon him so he added quickly, “but your mum’s right, you should never call anywhere boring until you’ve been there. Besides, where you’re going is really exciting.”

“Is it? Where am I going?” Tom asked excitedly.

“To the beach!” Ash exclaimed.

“Oh.” He murmured, slightly disenchanted.

Mickey took a seat opposite the lad and his mum in the booth, “yes, but this beach is private. The person who owns it has a large house with workshops and a bit of a farm.”

“Workshops?” Tom’s eyes lit up, “what kinds of things does he do in his workshop?”

“Allsorts,” Mickey continued, “he builds things, rebuilds things, makes up new things. He’s an engineer and an inventor.”

“That’s what I want to be when I’m older. Will he teach me things?”

“Yeah,” Ash said a twinkle in his eye; Tom was definitely his father’s son. “He’ll teach you everything you need to know and more besides. He taught me loads when I was your age.”

“He must be really old.”

Ash sniggered. “Oh, his is.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s my uncle. Uncle Billy.” Ash smiled absently, “the only relative I have that’s still alive.” He watched Imogen nod her head as she realised who the ‘friend’ actually was. Tom would be in safe hands. Ash knelt down to Tom’s level, “and he knows everything about everything.”

“Does he know about computers too?” Ash nodded. “Who’s taking me?”

“Albert is,” Ash confirmed; the boy’s excited eyes darting from Ash’s to Albert’s face.

“Yay! Me, mamma and Albert, all going to Wales together.” He cried triumphantly, before turning to see his mother’s bereft features, his face falling, “mamma?”

“I’m not coming Tom, and Albert’s only going part of the way with you.”

“I’ll be on my own?”

“Yes.”

“What about babbas?”

Imogen almost cried for her son’s unintentional thoughtlessness, she had to say something. “Tom, the man you believe to your father, isn’t your father.” She looked to Ash for support. Unable to read his face, she continued on. “Your father is a kind, decent man. Not like Babbas.”

“Babbas loves us?”

She laughed, unable to contain the emotion, “is that what he told you?” Her son nodded, “Tom, have you ever wondered why you were sent away to school?”

“I thought that was because of all the naughty things I did?”

She shook her head, “oh Tom. You were never naughty. I cried for days when you went but I was always relieved when you weren’t at home despite feeling like my heart had been ripped out.” Her head dropped, her eyes closed, she let out a whimper.

“Mamma?”

Her head shot up, her eyes searching those of her son. “Tom, I need to tell you something about Babbas and it may be difficult for you to understand. Babbas is a bad man.”

“Is he?”

“Yes, he hurt me and treated me very poorly. Don’t you remember the time he burnt me?”

“A remember that a little. Is that why you were always unhappy?”

She smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears, “one of the main reasons, yes.”

“Why aren’t you coming with me then? We can be safe together?”

“Well, I ... I ...” What was she going to say? Destroy Liakos? The only father figure Tom had even known? Even if it was true she couldn’t exactly tell her son that. She looked to the others for help.

“Your mum needs to talk to Babbas,” Ash said, “get things sorted out so that he can’t hurt her ever again.”

“How?”

“Your mother will file for divorce,” Albert added indifferently, “then she will be able to come and get you, safe in the knowledge that Babbas will never be able to hurt you either.”

He nodded his head, thinking of what to say next, “you can marry my real father then.”

An amused look passed between all the men but Ash. “What?” Imogen finally asked.

“You said he was a kind, decent man. If he is, like you say he is, then he’ll want to marry you and look after us, won’t he?”

“Out of the mouths of babes!” Albert exclaimed softly.

“I don’t know, Tom.” Imogen answered honestly.

Mickey was grinning by this point, “I’m sure he will, Tom.” He prodded Ash with his elbow, “what do you think?”

A flummoxed Ash picked up the conversation. “Um, yeah. I ... I know he ... er ... he loves you both and I’m sure he’ll ... ah ... ask your mum to marry him.” He found Imogen smiling up at him, he smiled back. More confidently he added, “When everything’s sorted, he’ll definitely ask her.”

“How long will that take?”

Imogen held him closer, “I don’t know, my love. It could be a matter of weeks or several months, but as soon as I am able to I will come and get you from Billy’s farm. I promise. Just remember that I love you very much and that I’ll miss you more each day.”

Tom considered his mother’s words. “I’ll miss you too, mamma.” He tightened his hold, “I love you.”

Tears were flooding down her cheeks, pulling out a notebook from her pocket and handing it over to him. “I’m going to write to you every day. Promise me you’ll do the same, like we did before.” The boy nodded. “I enjoyed everything you wrote the last time we did this. And I want you to draw me pictures and take photographs of the things you make and of yourself and Billy. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes, mamma, I will. And you will too.”

“Yes, I will. Now you need to go with Albert,” she kissed his head several times before helping the boy from her lap. “Never forget, now.”

“I won’t mamma,” he replied, forcing the notebook into his trouser pocket. “Bye Mickey,” he said holding out his hand to him.

Mickey shook it, “have fun, Tom. We’ll see you soon.”

Tom nodded, smiling. He went and did the same to Eddie, who replied, “see ya, Tom. Watch out for the sheep.”

Tom grinned, “I will.” Turning back to Ash he held his hand out once more. Ash’s long fingers encased the young boy’s hand and wrist as gently as he was able to before giving it a good shake. “Bye Ash. I’m going to miss our trips to the park.”

“Ah, it won’t be for long, Tom and then we can play football anytime you like. Well you and Sean can, I’ll just shout encouraging words from the sidelines.” He knelt down once more, “I’m gonna miss you, mate. But I’ll promise to keep your mum safe.”

“I know you will,” he beamed, before winking, “I know you all will.” He walked over to Albert. “How long are we going to be on the train?”

“About an hour and a half. Why?” Albert asked.

“You can show me how to play cards.”

“Oh, I can, can I?” He looked over to Ash and Imogen who were now stood quite closely together.

“No betting,” Imogen warned.

“And no showing him how to cheat, Albert. I don’t want to be losing all of my money to him when he’s old enough, like I do to you now.” Ash added.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour.” Albert smiled his lopsided grin, everyone in the room knowing that he would do just the opposite given half a chance. “Say goodbye to your mother, Tom.”

“Bye mamma,” Tom called.

“Bye Tom.” She hesitated, “wait, Albert.” He stopped at the foot of the stairs as she rushed over pulling a letter from her pocket. “I nearly forgot. This letter is for dad. We’ll be gone by the time you get back tomorrow and I really need you to do this one thing for me.” She began to whisper, “should anything happen to me or Tom then can you make sure he gets this. Once he’s read it he’ll know what to do.”

“Of course, my dear.” He took the envelope and put it into his jacket inside pocket. “It will be safe with me. Come on, Tom, we have a train to catch.”

“Bye,” Imogen called out once more as the others moved closer to her.

“What was that you gave Albert?” Ash asked, a hand covering each shoulder.

“Insurance,” she said, her hands now covering his whilst she watched her son depart. Once he’d gone she turned to the assembled group.

“What kind of insurance?” Mickey was intrigued.

“Should anything happen to Tom or myself that isn’t planned, then my father will be able to act on our behalf.”

“But nothing is going to happen.” Ash remonstrated.

“No, but just in case something does and it’s outside of our control then there will be that backup. I know you’ll already have Plan B covered Mickey but I’m putting up Plan C to cover any other eventuality.”

“And Plan C is?” Mickey enquired.

Imogen looked around the group. “It’s best you don’t know.” She began to move towards the stairs before stopping. “Thank you, all of you, for everything you’ve done so far and what we’re all about to do next. But my husband is a total snake. He will not let up until he has tried to completely destroy me ...” her eyes settling on Ash once more, “and you too Ash, if he ever finds out about you. We may be able to cover all of the angles but he will always have an ace to play. That letter, if you like, is my ‘get out of jail free’ card.” Mickey and Ash shared a glance, neither liking they way that had sounded. “I promise you it is nothing to worry about, it’s not illegal but you’re not going to like it so it’s best you don’t know what it is.”

“But Imi ...”

“Please, Ash, just respect my wishes on this one.” Reluctantly he nodded, “thank you.”

“I suppose we better go and pack. What’s the weather going to be like?” Ash asked, his foot now resting on the bottom step ready to ascend after her.

“Not too hot but not too cold either” he heard Imogen say.

“Great! Why on earth couldn’t you have settled in bloody Margate?”

Both Mickey and Eddie smiled, Mickey quietly following the couple out as they left Eddie to his business.

.oOo.

As soon as Mickey, Ash and Imogen had arrived back at the suite, Imogen had made her excuse to leave the two men in order to start her and Ash’s packing. She quickly pecked him on the cheek before saying goodnight to Mickey.

Upstairs they could hear quiet chatter and canned laughter coming from the television, a snort of laughter quickly following as the viewer watched whatever comedy it was she had on. “She’s on her own, Mick. You should go and talk to her.”

“If I didn’t know any better Ash, this had been planned?”

“By who exactly?” His eyes shone with his question, “not me, that’s for sure.”

“Hmm?” Mickey queried, he still wouldn’t put it past Ash in some way.

“You gonna stand there all night?”

“Ash, I really don’t like being pushed into things.”

“And I don’t like being lied to by my mate, but it happened and ...” He looked back towards his bedroom door, “I ended up with Imogen in my life, again. Now, before I go and help her with the packing will you promise me that you will go and speak to Emma?”

Mickey hesitated; this could be the best thing to have happened to them both if only he’d take the initiative. “Ok, I’m not promising anything at all but I will give it a go. I promise.”

“Thank God. Right, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Have a good night.”

“Don’t worry, we will. Have one yourself, Mick.”

And with that Mickey was left on his own at the bottom of the stairs, his solitude only interrupted by the unexpected sniggers and guffaws that were coming from the room above. Another ripple of humour had him captivated, he closed his eyes, held onto the banister and quickly ascended into the living space, his body on auto pilot as he made his way over to the bottles of spirits. “What are you watching?”

“The Vicar of Dibley,” she said, before breaking out into rapturous laughter once more.

After pouring a couple of drinks, he placed one glass down in front of her, “would you mind if I joined you?”

She looked up, her expression bemused; he’d never asked her that before, “of course, not sure you’ll like this though.”

“Can you keep a secret?” His tone flirtatious, she nodded expectantly, “I’m a secret fan.”

“Really?” She responded tartly. “And here was me thinking that you never lied to anyone before.”

He was floored by the evident venom in her sarcasm, he’d expected a bard but he never thought she could ever be so cruel. He turned on his heel making his way outside.

For the first time since she had known him, Emma realised that she may have gone a little bit too far. “Shit, Mickey wait,” she called out after his retreating figure. “I’m so sorry; I never meant to hurt you.”

He stopped before the door, his back still towards her, “no, I deserved that. It appears that I may never have been honest with you and for that I can only apologise. I just hope that we can still be friends in the end.”

“Mickey, come back. Come and sit with me, please. I don’t like watching television on my own, especially this, it deserves more than one in the audience.” She implored, watching him slowly turn back towards her and sit next to her, relaxing back into the soft cushions. She followed suit, her lithe, warm body nestling against him; he had no option but to lay his arm across the top of the cushion, his hand circling her shoulder. “Have you ever seen this?” She asked, attempting to strike up a conversation.

“No,” well that worked! “Maybe you could help me out with the characters and main themes.”

“Ok. As you can see Dawn French is the Vicar of this small village parish in Oxfordshire and her parishioners are all pretty stupid in their own way, except for Alice, the verger, who’s completely crackers. This is one of the final ones where the Vicar ends up falling in love and getting married. At the moment she thinks that Harry, the bloke she’s fallen for, is actually seeing someone else so she’s following them.”

They began watching in companionable silence as the Vicar immersed herself in the water filled hole. Emma eased further into Mickey’s embrace, his hand holding her closer as it slipped from her shoulder and down to her waist. She felt cosy, safe and gently warmed by the spice of his cologne; his soft chuckles reverberating through their bodies as she relaxed. If this was what close companionship was meant to be like then she would take all that she could get.

“You’ve stopped laughing,” his voice a whisper against her hair. “Are you not enjoying this anymore?”

If he meant the programme, she’d stopped watching that in favour of concentrating on him. She sat up; her simmering eyes finding his smouldering away like lit furnaces beneath his dark lashes. She couldn’t take it any longer; she had to know what it would really feel like, not staged like it had been on that occasion when they’d taken Rhona Christie. Leaning in, she tentatively placed her lips onto his, their breath mingling momentarily before she drew back to inspect the damage.

He smiled up at her, “Ash suggested we talk.”

“About?”

“Us. Do you want to try it?”

“If you think it will help.”

He shook his head, “I don’t know if it will, Emma.”

“Then we may have a problem.”

“Do we have a problem?”

“Mickey, I don’t know.” It was time for some honesty, he was obviously looking for it, “regardless of what we’ve ever said to one another about a relationship blossoming between us and if it makes any difference to that whatsoever, I want you.”

He cleared his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I promised Sean I would be honourable.”

“You have been.”

It was now his turn to be honest but there was something her needed to ask, “about Danny.”

She smiled, “what about Danny?”

“Have you ever ...”

She cut him off, “No!” She calmed, “sorry, that was a bit curt. Look, I’ve never slept with him, I’ve never kissed him either, I’ve just enjoyed his company for a while. He knows he’ll never get anywhere.”

“Why?”

“Mickey Stone has to ask me that?” She watched him nod his head. She straddled his lap, leaning towards him, her lips at his ear, her breasts skimming over his chest as she leant ever closer. “Because I’m yours.”

With renewed vigour his lips found hers, their mouths crashing together as his hands held her as close to him as he was physically able. Reluctantly they pulled apart, their breathing accelerated and erratic. “Emma, I want to do this properly and I don’t want it to happen here. Poor Ash and Imogen hardly have any privacy as it is but they’ve known each other for a long time. But it’ll be worse for us, just starting out with your brother in the next room. Let me take you somewhere special to dinner, somewhere we can stay the night, in separate rooms if you want, let’s just get out of here.”

She studied his face. For the first time ever his emotions were laid out bare before her, yes he wanted her and he wasn’t going to apologise for that but he was being totally honest as well. She knew that even if she accepted his invitation then she would be running the show. It would be up to her how quickly or slowly they took to progress to a physical side in their romance. She stood up, backing away from him, waiting for him to take the hint. But he didn’t, leaving her dangling or teasing her, she couldn’t quite tell which it was. She held out her hand for him to take, “I think we should allow Ash and Imogen some privacy,” he didn’t need telling twice. Especially if it meant they could get some of their own.

.oOo.

At precisely 9.15 pm the train from Euston arrived at Birmingham New Street. An old gentleman and a young boy alighted the carriage and stepped out onto the well lit platform. The man waved at another man, of about the same age as himself, with white whiskers and an unlit pipe resting between his teeth. They met up and made their introductions, “you must be Tom?” asked the man with a distinctive London drawl similar to Ash. The boy nodded, “I knew you would be. I’m Uncle Billy. Well, Tom, we’ve got a little wait before our train comes in so we’ll get something to eat if you like.” Tom nodded again. “He doesn’t say much, Albert.”

“No, he’s just like his father was at his age,” Albert winked, as the older man silently agreed.

“Soon get that out of him,” Billy said as they walked towards the nearest station cafe.

From her well covered position, the young girl watched the party move away from her, her fingers tapping away on the phone’s keypad. Once her message was set she hit send. All she had to do now was wait.
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