Blurred Lines by Diane M Dickson

Author:Diane M Dickson [Dickson, Diane M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: THE BOOK FOLKS British crime fiction publisher
Published: 2020-06-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 31

It was better when Kayleigh stopped crying. She was still sniffing now and then, and her breath came in sobs but at least the crying had stopped. When he first saw her, Carl was relieved. She wasn’t tied to a chair or blindfolded. There were no bruises on her face, and she was, as far as he could tell anyway, fully dressed. But as soon as he walked into the cold room she had burst into tears. She leapt from her chair but when one of the men stepped forward, she sat again, grasping at the sides of the seat.

The blokes had laughed. One of them had taken hold of her face in his hands and squeezed her cheeks leaving dark red finger marks when he let her go.

“Carl.” She didn’t manage any more.

“It’s alright, Kay. It’s going to be fine now.” One of Gregor’s men had turned and sneered at him. “Be quiet, boy,” he’d said.

“Where is Gregor?” Inside, Carl was shaking, his hands were quivering but he managed to keep his voice steady, to hold his head up. This guy was only the same as him after all, one of Gregor’s minions. Just a gofer.

It was easy to convince himself with distance between them but when the man came closer to tower over him, his tobacco breath in his face and the smell of cologne strong in his nose, Carl felt his stomach lurch. He thought he might be sick.

“Not for you to ask the questions, little boy. You wait now. You and your sister will wait. Gregor will come when he has time. He is angry. You have his money.”

“No, no I don’t– I don’t have any of his money.”

“Then you better have his stuff.”

“I don’t– look, I need to tell him about it. I need to explain.”

“Yes. Yes, you do.” The burly thug laughed again, an unamused puff, more a grunt than anything. “You wait.” With the final instruction he clapped his companion on the shoulder. “Stefan.” Just one word and they turned and dragged Kayleigh upright. She screamed, her feet scuffling on the floor, twisting, and struggling.

“Leave her alone. Get off her.” Carl threw himself across the narrow space between them but before he could do more than simply kick out and thump at the bloke’s back, he was knocked to the floor by the one called Stefan. He rolled and leapt to his feet again. But it was too late, his sister was dragged across the room screeching and squirming.

They were never going to be any sort of match for the two big blokes. The room they were pushed into was little more than a cupboard. There was a light set in the ceiling behind a metal cage, the glass shade was full of tiny black bodies. There were metal shelves, but they were solid and immovable, the frame bolted to the floor.

When Stefan and his mate slammed the door, Kayleigh slid her back down the wall to sit with her head on her bent knees, keening.

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