CHALLENGING THE TIME SEEMS TO BE NOT A GREAT IDEA BUT, COULD BE ANY OTHER WAY TO TRY TO SAVE FREDDIE'S LIFE WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN SKIN? DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT HOW FAR OUR HEROINES ARE WILLING TO GO TO ACHIEVE THEIR HIGHEST GOAL?
I broke into a run till I couldn't even feel my legs. Since my fucking infection my lungs didn't work as earlier on and couldn't keep up. I almost was unable to breath.
I could get several feet of advantage but it was useless as soon as I stopped to take some breath and I could spot them on the corner. They were two big men and if they could catch me they could tear me up. I gotta keep running.
As I was running away hopelessly, I fell on my face over the ground just some inches from a Land-Rover wheels that was about to run me over. Luckily thanks to the driver's good reflexes, he could brake on time but he walked out of the car yelling at me. Staggering, I got up and looked back through my broken glasses. The two guys were around 150 feet away from me. I couldn't let myself be trapped.
My knee ached me and started to limp dangerously, so my runaway was getting complicated. Suddenly a taxi cab appeared out of the blue in the small hours and jumped into it. I laid face down on the back seat. Gasping, sweaty.
- Are you okay? -the taxi driver looked back, raising an eyebrow.
- Yes -I replied dryly watching my chasers who were coming closer to the parked car-. Start the engine, will you?
- Where do you want to go?
- You just bloody start.
Within some minutes into the trip, I realized I was penniless and couldn't pay him. At home I got the tight and counted money to pay my landlord or else he would kick me out on the street. Not a single penny more
- Where should I drive you? -he asked again looking at me through the rear window, somewhat pissed off.
- Logan Place, 1 -I replied suddenly.
I didn't know how I uttered that address. I knew Freddie was still living in Stafford Terrace whenever he stayed in London but I also knew Garden Lodge was ready to live in and he was aching for it. After 5 long years of restaurations at last he could live in that magnificent eduardian manor house.
I walked the sidewalk silently till the deliverance green door. I pushed the button on the entry phone and waited there moving my legs restlessly. It was one a.m. Too late, I admitted it. But I got no other choice. It was my only opportunity. It rang and rang till I heard a voice on the other side. It was a feminine voice with French accent. Damn Amandine Soler. I would recognize that little dead fly voice anywhere. Why couldn't Phoebe or Joe reply? Why?
- Hello? Who is it?
If I told her I was Paul Prenter, I wouldn't have a chance. I should improvise.
- A parcel for Mr... Freddie Mercury.
- A parcel? It's 1 a.m.
- I know what bloody time it is. And I got here a very fragile parcel I gotta deliver in this address. I would like to end my working day, you know? Open up.
- I won't open up the door.
- Excuse me?
- Wait a minute...
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