Lights Out

Bonus One: Making Amends

The bell chimed as I stepped through the door, disrupting the atmosphere the heavy rock music was creating as it played quietly in the background.
"Bonjour?" I called out. I took a few steps towards, the leather of my Doc Martins creaking slightly.
"Bonjour, Madame. Juste une minute, s'il vous plaît."
"Aucun problème."
I waited, looking around at the various pictures of tattoos and stencils up on the walls; pictures of lions, roses, clocks. A man came out of one of the side rooms with his head down.
"Pardon, Madame. Comment puis-je-"
He looked up, recognition washing over his face.
"Miss Osbourne."
"Good morning, Henry."
"I'm sorry, Daniel didn't tell me you were coming," he said, shaking his head and moving forward to shake my hand.
"I told him not to. How are you? It's been a while."
"I'm very well, thank you. How's the tattoo? It hasn't faded any, has it?"
"No, no." I shook my head. "It's all still looking great."
"Good, good. I'm glad. I, uh, I'm sorry. I blame myself for what happened with Julien and your tattoo. I followed your court case and-, I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault, you were doing your job. You did a bloody good one as well. It was Julien's fault. There was no reason for him to react the way he did."
"Of course. I'm glad he's been locked up for all he did. Uh, how can I help you today, Jessie?"
"I've come to buy a car," I said sarcastically, a smile hinting at the corners of my mouth. Henry laughed, shaking his head and muttering out a few good-natured insults.
"What tattoo would you like?"