Death Games by Chris Simms

Author:Chris Simms [Simms, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781541136601
Publisher: Richmond Publishing
Published: 2017-02-01T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 25

Twenty minutes later, she pressed the bell on the bus. It slowed to a stop and she stepped off: Uncle Bilal’s flat was round the next corner.

Within seconds, she was knocking softly on the front door. When she thought there might have been movement on the other side, she bowed her head. ‘It’s me.’

The lock clicked, the door half-opened and she slipped through the gap. In the dim hallway, he kept his back to the closed bedroom door. Just seeing it made her stomach churn.

‘OK?’ he asked, dark eyebrows raised. His left hand hung loose from the front of the sling, the knife gripped in his fingers.

‘Yes. I have food.’ She half-raised an Aldi bag.

He gestured for her to go past, so she stepped round him and went through to the kitchen. Once all the tins and packets were lined up, she looked over her shoulder. He was standing in the doorway, staring at what she’d brought.

‘Hungry?’ She opened a drawer, took out a fork and pretended to eat. ‘Yes?’

‘Da.’

‘This? Yes?’ She lifted a packed of ready-cooked chicken strips. ‘With this?’ She showed him a family-size sachet of rice and vegetables.

He sent her an approving look then watched as she boiled the kettle and searched for a saucepan and cutting board. Once the rice was simmering, she pointed to the front room. ‘We speak? You and me?’

He seemed reluctant, but stepped back to allow her past. She went over to the Xbox, immediately noticing the controller had been moved. And there was a case for a children’s game on the floor. He’d been using the machine while she’d been out. Was that how they kept in contact with him? Surely they’d have told him she could be trusted? That he should let her help him carry out the plan?

Once on the internet, she brought up the translation site and started selecting letters. I got rid of the car.

She looked for his reaction but only got the slightest of nods.

I paid for the food with my money.

This got her a disinterested stare.

Do you have any cash?

A nod.

How much?

He made a circling motion with his fingers.

Did that, she wondered, mean enough? Or to ask something else? She formed another question. How will you travel now?

He immediately lost his disdainful expression, breaking eye contact to adjust a fold in the sling.

Got you, she thought. You don’t know. Maybe you don’t even know how to drive. And you certainly don’t know there’s a train that goes all the way to Anglesey. She formed another comment: I can get us another car.

He studied the words and looked at her, eyes dark and guarded.

Methodically, she selected new letters. Let me help you.

No reaction.

You need my help.

That scornful laugh.

I know where you must go. I gave that information to whoever sent you!

He read her comments and sat back, face like stone.

She typed again. Ask them!

She had to tap the controller against the table to get his attention. It was, she thought, like getting a moody child to take his medicine.

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