I Saw Her Standing There: Book 1: A Paul McCartney love story

Chapter 15: Black Suit

     There was some sort of news John had to tell everyone. He was antsy and Ringo was jumping at every little sound. But tonight they would sleep. He would tell them in the morning.

     Analeigh slept so deeply. She dreamt of his chocolate brown eyes and light brown hair. She could hear his laugh and rough Liverpool accent. It was lucid enough that she could feel his lips brush her skin and could smell his breath: cigarettes, mint, and tea. "I'll come back to you he whispered." She felt the dream slipping away with the darkness as the sun rose into the window. She couldn't leave. Not yet. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a wail of sorrow. "Paul!" she sobbed. "No, no, no. My baby."

     John tapped on the door and she quickly dried up her tears.  "Come in."

 "Hey." He said awkwardly. His eyes were rimmed red where he was either high or had been crying- probably both.

 "Hey." Analeigh whispered.

 "I have some things I need to tell you and George. Ringo already knows, so.." he trailed off.

 "Okay. I'll be right down."

     John exited the room and Analeigh slid out of the bed and walked downstairs still wearing the clothes from the night before. She sat on the floor next to George and waited for John to begin.

     He was pacing the room and finally sat down and said bluntly, "We have to forget it ever happened."

 "What!?" shouted George and Analeigh in unison.

     Ringo sat further away from the rest of them studying the wood on a table very intently.

"Just wait and let me finish!" John shouted. "I know we can't just forget. I know that. I loved him just as much as you did, Analeigh. But they're not giving us a choice. You can tell no one about this. Not your mother, best friend- no one!"

 "What do you mean 'they're not giving us a choice' ? Who are 'they'?"

 "It's the government. The queen, actually and her...inquisitors. That man last night? The one in the black suit? His name is Maxwell. He works for the queen on special cases. They want to cover up Paul's crash. Like it never happened."

 "What? They can't do that! What are they going to do? Replace him with another guy? I think everyone would notice if there was another man playing bass that was not Paul McCartney. The girls would die."

 "That's exactly why they're covering it up- aside from the fact that we bring home millions to England from the publicity. They think there will be mass teenage suicides if they find out. We're too big. The girl's would literally die, so they say." recited John.

 "Well they can't find someone who looks like him. Paul was one of a kind." Analeigh whispered the last.

 "No. I suppose they can't do that."

 "We just have to wait it out and see if we can't let the message slip." 

     All of this talk was making Analeigh nauseous. She went into her room at John's and just didn't come out. She was rarely seen anywhere else. She hadn't been out of the house in three months and her eyes were black underneath. Losing Paul was just too much for her. She wouldn't love anyone else ever again. She couldn't. She needed him back.