Betrayed by Jake Cross

Author:Jake Cross [Cross, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781913419110
Publisher: Bloodhound Books
Published: 2019-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

Fourth vodka gone, Dutch courage coursing through his veins, Nate spotted the clock again. One hour and ten minutes gone! He turned away from the bar and the barman he’d been chatting to about football. Time to do this. He surveyed the room. Couples and families and singles and groups of young men and women, all having a great time because they had closed off their world to the bad news and bad people out there. His eyes settled on a pair of young women eating ice cream in a booth. At least they wouldn’t punch in his head if they realised what he was doing.

He stopped by their table, holding out his key fob.

‘Hi, sorry, but either of you girls know what this Q is?’

He showed them the fob, and they both leaned close to look. On the paper inside the glass fob there was a big letter Q. One girl shook her head, but looked at her friend. Who pulled her own key out from her handbag. Her key had no Q written on it. He thanked them and left. No good. He had caught sight of a train timetable inside one girl’s bag.

A drunken guy on his own came next, but Nate stopped himself halfway through his question. Nobody came to a caravan park alone, but he was in the bar alone, which probably meant a partner back at the caravan. Dud.

A pair of young men pulled their key out a minute later, and from the set dangled car keys. No good.

Nate went out into the garden, fearful that he was becoming suspicious by approaching so many people. He was thinking about giving up when he spotted a pair of middle-aged couples at a table garden table.

The two men and two women looked up as he approached, his head down, staring at his key fob. He stopped by them and said, ‘Anyone know what this Q is?’

The two men regarded him with a touch of hostility, as if fearful of all strangers, or annoyed that he was intruding on their quiet time. But the two women, in charge of the keys, pulled theirs out. Both scrutinised them and announced that they didn’t know, because theirs didn’t have a Q. One set of keys was vast, containing maybe every key the couple needed, including car keys. The other was simply like Nate’s: just the key for a caravan.

Nate leaned close to both sets. The single key’s fob said ‘Sunrise 88’ on it. Neither had a Q, of course. Toni had written the one on Nate’s.

‘Just mine then. I’ll ask the staff.’

They forgot him and he moved on. Eight minutes later he was outside a caravan parked near a fenced zone housing large wheeled bins. Next to the caravan was a Ford Kuga. He broke the flimsy door lock of number 88, Sunrise zone, and rushed inside. Using the screen light from Toni’s phone, he began his search. It was over in seconds. A set of keys sat on the worktop, right near the sink.

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