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‘M r Leyton?’
Graham opened his eyes and looked up the nurse.
‘Can I get you anything?’
Graham saw the empty bed in front of him.
‘Where’s Heather been taken?’
‘We had to take her down for a post-mortem, but we didn’t want to disturb you as you looked like you needed your rest’.
Graham got up, but felt a bit dizzy so slumped back in the chair.
‘Let me go and get you a cup of coffee’.
He noticed some of Heather’s clothes in the corner and went over to pick them up.
‘Oh, I’m afraid we need to keep on to them’ said the nurse walking back with a coffee.
‘What do you mean? They are her clothes’.
‘I know, but the police have asked us to keep them safe as part of their investigation’.
Graham handed them back to the nurse and sat back down with the coffee.
‘Is there anyone that I can call for you? What about that elderly gent that was with you before? Is he family?’
‘No, he’s been through far too much recently. He is pretty much family though, but no, I will speak to him later’. The nurse smiled and started to tidy up the bed.
‘Have you got someone else using this room?’ asked Graham, looking puzzled.
‘I’m afraid so, we’re very busy at the moment’.
Graham walked out of the room and in to the corridor. He walked towards the cafe in a bit of a daze, knocking in to the woman from the car park.
‘Watch where you’re going...hold on, you’re the idiot who almost killed me!’
Graham ignored her and carried on walking towards the exit.
‘Wait here a moment, all I was trying to do was help you and I ended up with a barrier on my head’.
‘It was an accident’ mumbled Graham.
‘An accident? You drove in to the barrier and sent flying in to me. You could have killed me! Will you stop when I’m talking to you?’ Graham turned around and grabbed the woman by the throat.
‘You listen to me you walking doughnut, my wife’s just died so I suggest you leave me alone, before I actually kill you’.
The woman froze in shock and started to go blue. Graham released his grip as she fell to the floor. Realising what he had done he ran for the exit, leaving the woman gasping for air.
Graham got in to his car and sped through the barrier-less car park and back to Lydewick.
Harry had just finished boiling the kettle when he heard the sound of screeching tyres. He popped his head out of the window and saw Graham’s car come sideways in to the car park and smashing side on to Derek’s mobility scooter, knocking it over. ‘Oh my’ said Harry, spilling tea all over the sink.
Graham jumped out of the car and assessed the damage. He gave the scooter a kick before running up to the flat.
‘Are you ok Graham? That looked like a nasty accident?’ Graham slumped himself on the sofa and burst in to tears. ‘Oh no, it’s Heather isn’t it?’
‘She died. Something to do with her heart as well’ sobbed Graham. Harry popped the half-filled cups of tea on the table and gave him a hug.
‘I’m so sorry Graham’.
Graham wiped the tears away with a pillow and took a gulp of tea. ‘Did the doctors say what happened? They seemed quite positive when we left the hospital’.
‘They said there was a strain on her heart, pretty much the same thing that happened to Hazel. Something’s not right about it all’. ‘What do you mean?’ asked Harry.
Graham got up from the sofa and tripped over Oscar, sending the remainder of the tea across the lounge wall. ‘Bloody hell’.
‘Oscar, you silly boy, come over here. I’m sorry Graham, he has a tendency to lie under peoples feet’ said Harry apologetically.
‘Its fine’ said Graham as wiped the tea from the wall with the pillow. ‘You were saying something didn’t seem right at the hospital?’
‘It was all just too, well, rushed. The nurse was vague when she talked about what happened to Heather, and they seemed in a rush to move her and for me to leave. They also wouldn’t let me take any of her clothes, something about the police investigation. Just didn’t feel right’.
Graham sat back down on the sofa and gave Oscar a hug.
‘I don’t know, maybe I’m just being paranoid. All I can think about now is finding those kids that killed her’.
‘I know, but we need to trust the police to bring them to justice, we don’t want you being sent to prison for doing something silly’ said Harry.
‘I don’t care. The police have done sod all Harry. We’ve lost both Heather and Hazel and I want to find those kids responsible, and kill every one of them’.
‘I think you need to rest tonight. I will come to the hospital with you tomorrow and we can get some answers. How does that sound?’ Graham nodded as Harry got up to make some fresh tea.
‘This has been a tragic couple of days Graham, but please don’t do anything rash. You and Oscar are all I have left’.
‘Do you not want to make them pay for what they did? They killed Hazel too remember’ said Graham as he opened a bottle of whiskey. ‘Yes, it angers me to know they are still out there, but I also don’t want to spend what short time I have left in prison’. Graham necked a neat whiskey and poured another.
‘I think prison would be worth it to make them suffer for what they did’.
‘You will feel better after a good night’s sleep and after we’ve been to
the hospital’.
‘I doubt it’.
It was just getting dark as Carl and Kyle approached the Smythe’s bungalow.
‘I wouldn’t park on their drive, that’ll make it too obvious’.
‘I’m not an idiot’ replied Carl, throwing his joint out of the window and pulling the van up around the corner. Kyle hopped out and switched on a torch.
‘Don’t do that, do you want the whole bloody street to see us?’ ‘It’s dark and the street lights aren’t working, what shall I use, my X-ray vision?’ said Kyle sarcastically.
‘If we get caught and end up in prison, having to walk a few feet in the dark will be the least of your worries’.
Carl walked to the back of the bungalow and forced open the kitchen door.
‘What do we do now?’
‘We wait here for a bit until we get more instructions’ said Carl making himself a sandwich.
‘Fuck them. We haven’t got anything we were promised and now Scott is dead. I need some more weed’.
‘I didn’t expect that place to catch fire, and Scott was a bloody
liability anyway. We will get paid as we have done the job, we just
need to wait for a call’ said Carl sharpening the kitchen knife.
‘And if we don’t?
‘We will’.
Kyle shook his head and went in to the lounge where the bay window was still boarded up. He sat on the sofa and rolled another joint.
‘I’m glad you have more faith in them than I do’ said Kyle, taking a drag.
‘I have no reason not to at the moment; they’ve kept their word so far, so we just wait out here until we receive the call’. ‘And if it doesn't come?’
‘Fuck sake, will you have some bloody faith in me?’ shouted Carl as he threw the knife across the room, embedding itself in the wall. ‘Shit dude, what is wrong with you?’
‘You. Nothing is taken seriously. You think this is all a joke? I need this money and can’t risk for it to go wrong’.
‘Ok, I get that, just chill out, everything will be cool’.