Queen of the Masquerade (Rosie Maldonne's World Book 3) by Alice Quinn

Author:Alice Quinn [Quinn, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503939493
Publisher: Amazon Crossing
Published: 2016-11-08T00:00:00+00:00

35

We left the police station in the most depressed mood ever. As we plodded along toward the bus shelter, Borelli watched us from his office window. We sat on the bench in silence. A bus arrived, but we didn’t take it. We looked at each other. Léo was waiting for me to talk first.

“Should we get a move on?” I said.

“What, you mean we’ll go search for her?” he asked.

I didn’t answer, but stood instead and trotted off in the direction of the town center and the fountain. With a little bit of luck, Gaston would have passed on the message to Erina and she’d still be there.

I didn’t know whether Borelli was still watching us. I didn’t care.

We slogged for a hell of a long time before we reached the fountain. There was a heap of tourists flocking about, but no Erina. And no Gaston. We waited for five minutes and then decided we’d be better off heading over to the Albanian joint.

As soon as we were in the miserable little alleyway, we crept up to the place. We went around the back, careful not to make a sound. The scrap of fabric they used as a curtain had been moved slightly to one side. We could see in pretty clearly.

Murrash was sitting at the table with two goony-looking friends or accomplices or gang members or whatever you’d call them. They were shitfaced. The main guy looked angry, on top of that. It seemed like they were chatting about something serious. I couldn’t catch what they were saying. They must have been speaking Albanian, but Murrash was dropping in a few French words every now and again.

I managed to catch “She’d be good. That’s what I’ve been saying all along!”

The other two protested.

“She’s never been taken,” he said at one point. What was this? Were they talking about Erina?

Whatever was being discussed, the three of them weren’t agreeing. Murrash was furious as he spat out, “’Rina!”

She came out of her cupboard with the little angel we’d seen the day before attached to her skirt. Little Kholia. They were shaking with fear.

“You, sweetheart, you’ll be worth the wait! If you fuck this up . . .” He ran his thumb across her neck. “This is what will happen to your dickhead of a father. Capisce?”

Erina didn’t answer. She didn’t cry either. Murrash certainly didn’t care either way. He sneered along with the other two soulless bastards before threatening her some more in his loud, drunken voice. I only just managed to stop Léo from breaking through the window. We wouldn’t have gotten anywhere. Three professional tough guys against the likes of us?

“Know what?” Murrash said. “You’re making me lose face in front of my partners here! Running away all the fucking time!”

He lifted his fist, but one of the other two stopped him just in time. He must have wanted to protect his merchandise.

The little boy started to whimper.

“That’s enough, let’s go!” yelled Murrash.

He grabbed the little child’s sleeve. The boy put up a good fight.

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