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Chapter 10

In the brightly lit pub, Johnny was knocking back his 4th pint of lager. He had had a rough day at work, and knew that Ginny wasn’t happy. He could tell by the way she’d brushed him off that morning. As the bartender refilled his glass, he heard a group of rowdy men in the corner laughing loudly.
“’Ere! ‘Arry got chucked out by his missus last night! The plonker forgot their weddin’ anniversary agin!” the short red head bawled to his mates.
Johnny couldn’t help feeling bad for this Harry. He would hate to be kicked out by Ginny. Despite the way he had tried to avoid a relationship with her months before, he had been captivated by her spirit, amber eyes and lovely smile. He felt a jolt in his heart when he realised that he was out later than he had planned. Ginny is alone at home! She’ll be wondering where he is. Paying for the lager and downing it in 3, he hurried to his car, fumbling with the keys.

James felt Ginny’s grip loosen as she slipped further into sleep. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed as though she was confused. He smiled and gently substituted his lap for a cushion that was sitting handily on the sofa. Getting up painfully slowly, he managed to escape her, just nudging the lamp that was on the table by the bedroom door. He moved the lamp back so that it wouldn’t be knocked to the floor later, and sat in the arm chair, watching Ginny’s face as she drifted in and out of her dreams.
<She’s so beautiful> he thought as her observed the shape of her pink lips and the way her nose turned up ever so slightly at the end. Eventually, sleep claimed him and he too, drifted in and out of dreams. Some where he rescued Ginny from a monster of a husband, and others where she died in the hands of a mad athlete.

Johnny saw the flats from the end of the road. With a renewed sense of urgency, he slammed his foot onto the accelerator, and sped down the quiet road. He raced up the stairs (the elevator is always out of use) and managed to get to the top floor in record time. Puffing, he leant against the door, trying to compose himself. His chest heaving, he slowly opened the front door to his flat.
He stomped into the living room and turned the dimmer on full blast. Ginny was curled up on the sofa hugging a pillow. He dimmed the light in a moment of quiet care. He padded over to her and stroked her head as gently as his tired arm would allow then turned around to sit in the arm chair. There was her mate in the chair, asleep and snoring quietly. Annoyance flaring inside Johnny, he put his hand over James’s mouth and pinched him. James’s eyes flashed open and he tried to cry out in pain but a firm hand was over his mouth. Johnny put his finger to his lips to motion for quiet. He jerked his head over his shoulder to where Ginny lay.
“What are you doing here?” He whispered harshly at James, lifting his hand to let him answer.
“Well I came round, and we talked and I guess we fell asleep.” James lied, smelling alcohol on Johnny’s breath and tensed up, trying not to aggravate him.
“I’m home now.” Johnny stated, straightening up and stretching his arms. James noticed a plaster on his left upper arm.
“Yes. I see that. What did you do to your arm?” He motioned to Johnny’s plaster. Johnny didn’t reply and pulled his sleeve down over the spot that had caught James’s attention.
“You can go home now.” He said abruptly, shoving James’s coat and keys into James’s arms.
“O.K. Say bye to Ginny for me.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”
James heard the door close on him and he stood in the hall a moment, trying to puzzle out Johnny’s behaviour.

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Chapter 11 – News and Break-ins

Fuming, Johnny stomped over to where Ginny lay curled up on the sofa. He tugged her hand and pulled her onto the floor. She woke up and fought the sleep at the same time as she wriggled away from Johnny’s iron grip.
“Johnny! What’s going on! What!?”
She was dragged into bathroom where he surveyed the hazy mess. The shower had been hot; there was a small puddle on the tiled floor where she had stood dripping in her towel. The towel was on the floor, a pregnancy test on the window ledge…
The pregnancy test! Ginny hauled herself to her feet, rubbing her saw wrist anxiously as Johnny picked it up, touching as little of it as possible. The two blue lines shone out at him like beacons in the night sky. He felt a lump in his throat as he tried to comprehend what the lines meant.
“So is it positive?” He asked softly.
“It was.” Ginny sniffed, and held herself erect, as though daring him to do something to her. Anything. She felt lousy, and no longer cared.
“Right.” He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. He just stared at the test, as though it were some revered object.

James drove home along the empty street. He worried for Ginny, and was determined to find out why Johnny was the way he was. He didn’t know for certain, he had no proof, but he suspected drugs. Why would he take drugs though? He just couldn’t work it out.
He stopped outside his house. He stared at the road in front of him, thinking, not moving. Sighing, he turned around and drove off in the direction of Café Toro, to search Johnny’s office.

Johnny continued to stare at the test. He sat on the lid of the toilet and Ginny collapsed against the door in a tired heap. She held her head in her hands and closed her eyes.
“Is it mine?”
Is? Ginny lifted her head. Hadn’t he noticed that she’d said “was”?
“I said, IS it Mine!?” Johnny growled, finally putting the test on the edge of the sink.
“Of course it is.” She gasped. She didn’t put him right? Why not? He’ll find out when she doesn’t show.
“What I meant is,” She sighed, “Johnny, there is no baby.”
“What?” His head jerked up. “You’re getting rid of it? You can’t do that. It’s my baby as well; I have a right as his father.
“His?” Ginny muttered. “How do you know it’s a boy? Anyway, what I mean is-“
“No, it could be a girl…Yes, my little princess. Either way, it has to be a looker with us as its parents.” He was gabbling away, suddenly animated and giddy as a school boy. Ginny grew more and more anxious. He liked the idea, no, loved it, and she couldn’t find a way to tell him that there really was no baby.

James arrived at the Café just as it was closing. No one was about so he sneaked into the toilets and crouched on the toilet in a cubicle. Slowly he heard staff saying their goodnights and lights being switched off and doors being closed. Eventually, it was silent.
Creeping out of the lavatories, he made his way in the general direction of the office. He stumbled upon a locked door. Getting out his credit card, he unlocked the door with a firm swipe through the crack in the door and fame. It opened, and a mop fell on top of him. Screaming, he batted away his wooden attacker, and then shut up when he thought he heard a car.
He paused, heard nothing, and then continued his way up the corridor. Finally he found a very executive looking door. Whipping out his magic card, he broke in, sighing with relief that he had finally arrived at his destination.
“Let the search begin” he muttered to himself.

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Chapter 12

James crept about the dark office, easing open the drawers of Johnny’s desk. He rummaged quietly but found nothing. He tried to think back to the old gangster movies that he used to watch.
“If I was trying to hide something, where would I put it…?” Then the light bulb flicked on in his brain. Of course! A safe behind a painting! Duh.
As he carefully checked behind each of the three paintings, he thought that he heard footsteps. Dismissing, and listening to his gut, he continued to search for the item he was sure was in this office. He stumped his toe on the table leg and as he bent down to massage his foot; he noticed a metal case under the table. It was locked. James, having once been in the Air Training Corpse knew how to pick locks. It took a long time to do it and he was sure that there was a repressed sneeze outside the door, but he kept at it. Maybe if he found what he was looking for, the sounds would go away.
The lock jammed. He couldn’t get in. Despairingly he looked about for something similar to a pair of pliers. He found tweezers and a nail file. Great. James dug into his rucksack and found his hammer, which he brought along in case…well he didn’t know what for, just in case. He pulled at the padlock which was feebler than it looked. He managed to bend the soft metal – stainless steal he reckoned – enough to open the case a little. Shining his torch into the crack, he saw packets of syringes and a strange liquid. Not wanting to spend another minute in the creepy office, he took the case and packed up. Instead of going back the way he came, he cautiously opened a window and jumped off the windowsill, landing in a strange bush. He got up and limped to the car, putting his foot down, feeling light-headed until he remembered what Johnny was like, suddenly fearing his reaction to the missing case.

Ginny awoke the next morning on the bathroom floor; she eased herself off the floor, rubbing her neck. Johnny wasn’t with her, so she slowly brushed her teeth, teased her hair into something more presentable and then wrapped her dressing gown around her, feeling sore from when Johnny had dragged her before he found the test.
Looking about the flat, she was amazed at how tidy and clean it was; the sofa was plumped, the coffee table cleared of old magazines and last nights wine glasses had been washed, dried and put away. Searching the cupboards for a small something to nibble at she relived the events of the night before – the miscarriage, James holding her, waking up with Johnny pulling her into the bathroom, Johnny finding the test, Johnny not letting her out of his sight…Shuddering, she retreated to the bedroom and pulled on some clothes she found in the wardrobe. She had to get out. She had to leave, this was all getting too heavy. As she locked the door of the apartment, and ran to the bus station, the necklace that she was wearing thudded against her chest with the one word that echoed in Ginny’s mind; James. James. James.

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