Gareth Dawson Series (Books 1-3) by Nathan Burrows

Author:Nathan Burrows [Burrows, Nathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Jimmy wasn’t sure exactly what the cause of his splitting headache was, deciding to ignore for the moment the fact it might be the aneurysm deep within his brain. Was it being clattered round the head with a baseball bat last night? Was it one too many whiskies with Big Joe and Robbie? Or was it the bright sunlight streaming in through the chink in his bedroom curtains? Deciding it was probably a combination of all three, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat for a moment to wait for the world to stop spinning.

He got to his feet, wishing that he’d had the presence of mind when he’d got in last night to put a glass of water by the bed, and padded into the small bathroom that adjoined his bedroom. An estate agent would probably describe it as a bijou en-suite, but to Jimmy it was a toilet and a sink, nothing more. He relieved himself, filled a glass from the tap so he could take some painkillers for the throbbing in his head, and regarded himself in the mirror.

‘You’re getting old, mate,’ he said to his reflection. Jimmy turned his head slowly from side to side, examining the lumps on both sides. Robbie’s drunkenly applied bandage hadn’t lasted the night and now lay balled up on Jimmy’s bedroom floor.

The cut above his left ear was the worst, and the liberal amount of superglue that Robbie had used to close it had made it look far worse than it probably was. Jimmy lifted his t-shirt and looked at the purple bruising that had developed over his ribcage overnight from the kick to the ribs. ‘Little bastard,’ he muttered under his breath.

Jimmy walked into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on for his morning cup of tea. While he waited for the kettle to boil, he thought about the day ahead. It was a Sunday, which had always been his favourite day. Milly rarely worked on Sundays, and they always tried to do something together, even if it was only nipping to the pub for a meal. He drummed his fingers on the counter, wondering how he could fill the day productively.

‘Bloody fish tank,’ Jimmy mumbled. The stock had all gone—marine livestock was notoriously expensive, and someone had answered his advert on the forum within minutes. One of the forum members had taken almost everything in one go, which Jimmy was pleased as punch about. At least his fish would stay together, not split apart. It was stupid, really. They were fish, and Jimmy doubted they formed relationships with each other like humans, but at least he didn’t have to worry about whether they did. The tank was still sitting in his lounge, full of water and equipment, so if he emptied it today then he could get rid of the kit at some point and ultimately, the tank itself.

Humming under his breath, Jimmy made his cup of tea and walked into the lounge.

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