Grace runs into George and Lockwood on a job. It was a simple job type one, but it turns sour rather quick. The three need to work together or else they could all die. Will she become one of the team?
Grace has amazing touch, sight, and she's a dece...
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Lockwood came back into the kitchen with a necklace case and the metal containment box.
"This is going to stay in the basement until we can get it to the furnaces," Lockwood snapped the lid closed. Grace filled her cup with hot water, steeping her tea. She moved around the table stopping at Lockwood's side.
"Wait what? Why would we stop when we are just getting somewhere?" Lucy asked leaning forward in her seat. She watched Lockwood put the necklace inside the containment box.
"No more pet projects," He sighed coming to Grace's side. "There are bills to pay." Grace looked up giving Lockwood a hard stare. She wanted him to tell them before this, but this was as fine a time as any. She supposed.
"What bills?" George asked looking between the pair. Lockwood pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket handing it to him. George glanced at it for a moment. "Sixty thousand pounds," His face was in a state of disbelief.
"What?!" Lucy grabbed the paper from him.
"In two weeks. What the hell?" George said angrily.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Lucy asked the paper resting in her hands.
"Because it's my name on the door. It's my responsibility," Lockwood crossed his arms over his chest. Grace rolled her eyes taking a sip out of her cup. "I'll figure something out."
"We barely break even when we are doing well. Jesus, Lockwood we are screwed!" George leaned back in his chair as he ran his hands through his hair.
"What about this place? It must be worth a bucket load?" Lucy offered.
She looked around the kitchen. Grace was going to say something, but it was Lockwoods house so she decided it was best if he answered instead.
"This place is all that's left of my parents," Lockwood spoke softly.
"Sorry. I didn't realize," Lucy laid the paper across the table.
"All we need is a few big cases," Lockwood smiled trying to be optimistic.
It was nauseating. Honestly.
"This is insane," George muttered.
"Well technically you only need thirty-two thousand pounds," Grace muttered as she studied the cracks in the ceiling.
"That is nowhere close to sixty thousand pounds," George muttered. He shook his head disappointedly. After a few moments, he lifted his head. "Your parents worked for Fittes didn't they?" He smiled.
"Wait what?" Lucy asked looking around confused.
"I can cover roughly twenty-eight grand," Grace explained. "I went and got the estimated amount with all my parent's assets still lying around." Grace took another long sip of her drink and set it on the table.
