Terror in the Night

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

That night while Faye worked hard with the weekend clubbers, she kept on an eye for any women that looked as if she worked the streets or looked as if she could wrap a man around her finger and had him kidnapping children; they couldn’t be that hard to find right? But as the night pushed on, she feared that it was another waiting game.

Sam was sitting at Faye’s bar, nursing a beer, while Abby was on the dance floor below; keeping an eye on everyone down there.

Faye had a feeling that Sam only stuck around because of Abby, she also wondered if anything happened between them to break them up, would he hand her into the police like she feared or would he keep his mouth shut. Watching him sip at his drink, Faye could see that he wasn’t comfortable and looked as if he would much rather be at home or anywhere else.

“Penny for your thoughts,” she shouted over the music to be heard. The VIP area was normally slow so she had plenty of time to talk to him.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair making it stick up like normal; most days it stuck up on its own and Faye was starting to notice why it did that. “If Detective Chaplin asked you to marry him, would you do it?” he asked slowly.

Faye couldn’t understand why he was asking, but still she thought over what to say. “If he came in right now and asked, I would tell him it was too soon for us,” she admitted thoughtfully; she liked him and he made her head spin and stomach do flips but she wouldn’t call it love just yet, “But if he asked in a few years, I probably would say yes.” A few years felt right for her, most of her relationships she had didn’t last very long so if they lasted half a year at most, it would be a surprise.

Sam sighed again and rubbed his eyes, “So asking her now would be too soon,” he mumbled.

“Abby isn’t pressuring you to propose to her is she?” Faye asked with a frown, she knew Abby well enough that it wasn’t like her; pestering someone once she had her mind set on something was more like her; but Faye didn’t like Abby was ready to marry anyone. “Are you ready to re-marry someone?” she asked, realising that she was focused on Abby rather than the poor bloke in front of her who was worrying about it.

“No and no,” he sighed, “Abby keeps talking about Thea’s wedding and what sort of things she’s thinking about having. She sometimes goes on about what she plans for her wedding and I thought she was hinting at me to propose.”

She chuckled as she went off for someone’s order. That sounded like Abby, always talks her mind about something and dropping hints when they are not necessary. “Speak of the devil,” she murmured as Abby ran up the stairs looking devilish like most of the dancers did once they left the dance floor.

“I haven’t seen anyone fitting your description,” she panted, “But then, you didn’t really give us a great description.”

Faye could only sigh, she wished she gotten something more out of Ron Samson but with him seeming to think she was part of the group made her skin crawl. “You didn’t hear anyone talking to a Kitty?” she asked hopefully.

“How can anyone hear over all this noise?” Abby asked.

“Maybe we should have someone go in undercover to root out of the Mistress’,” Faye muttered.

“We’re not having Sam go undercover with those sorts of women.”

Sam blushed and found the label of his beer more interesting, “Why would I be going there in the first place?” he asked.

“Because you’re a guy,” both women said in unison.

“I’m not going in as one of their sluts either, even if it is only pretend,” Abby snapped, “Knowing my luck they would want a demonstration or something like that.”