Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound Chapter 35

'You know what you are supposed to do?' Isaac quizzed me, as I looked out of the car window, towards the haberdashery. It was in the process of closing like all the other shops in town.

'Yes,' I nodded, looking left and right to see if we were being watched.

'Good luck,' Gideon whispered leaning over and kissing my forehead tenderly, like it was the last time that he would ever see me.

I got out of the vehicle and limped down the street towards the butchers, the men watching me like hawks. I stopped at the trinket shop that as one down from the butchers, and pressed myself against the glass window, watching as Ethan tided up the shop. I waited until he was at the door closing it, before I barged in, taking him for surprise. He backed up against the counter, after putting the closed sign on the door and locking it.

'I'd like to complain about my chops,' I announced, slapping them down on the counter for him to see.

'What is wrong with them?' Ethan played along with my game, not losing his cool.

'Too thick, not like the nice thin ones from the supermarket. Aunt Connie can't eat these, they'll break her teeth!' I snapped out, pointing at the chops.

He leaned against the counter making a great show of observing the chops.

'I do have some thinner ones, if that is what you want?' He inquired.

'Get them for me,' I demanded.

'It would give me a good piece of mind if you came into the backroom and picked for yourself. I wouldn't want to go traipsing back and forth if I got it wrong,' He bullshitted me, which is what I thought he might do.

I lifted my eyebrow up, looking out of the shop windows that he hadn't drawn the blinds down yet. I couldn't see from here if Gideon and the others from here, so I didn't know if they had left or if they were keeping watch. Ethan lifted the swing counter and gestured me to follow him. I did, taking in my surroundings in case I had to make a quick getaway.

'So, we have several different sizes of chops,' Ethan said, lifting one of the chiller lids up so that I could survey his produce.

I began to survey the chops, so that I could keep up with the ruse. Ethan moved away slightly, as I felt cold metal on the back of my head.

'Turn around slowly, put your hands up,' the voice of Devon, chilled me to the bone.

I gulped and slowly turned around, with my hands held up in the air as requested but didn't move back or forward.

'Move,' he ordered, gruffly, using the shot gun to show me where he wanted me, which was in a corner by some cold tiles.

I chanced and glance at Ethan, who looked very pleased with himself and why shouldn't he when he thought he'd got the better of me, as I thought of ways to get out of having a gun pointed at my head.

'Search her,' A voice ordered Devon, coming from the shadows. It turned out to be my ex-boss, who looked a bit worse for wear. A hideous bruise covered half of his face, courtesy of mum's little gang.

'There is no way he is going to search me,' I ground out, nodding in the direction of Devon.

'You didn't say that the last time,' he sneered at me.

'That was before I knew you were a two timing, light fingered little cunt,' I spat back, which had him leering at me, while I glared back with venom.

'Mr Brookhurst, do us a favour and search her,' the boss ordered, showing he was running the show.

'Oh I don't know if I should, the wife wouldn't like it,' Ethan bulked.