smaller man who was busily rolling a joint. “And this
beauty is Blue,” he said, stroking her thigh.
Blue walked over to Dillon and kissed him
on the cheek.
“Mmm, getting cuter by the day, Dill. You
might have to be my replacement when your brother gets too old and incapable,”
she grinned in Trig’s direction.
“That’ll never happen, baby,” said Trig,
seemingly unperturbed by Blue’s flirtation.
“What’s going on Trig?” asked Dillon,
looking at the man on the floor.
“Oh yeah, sorry, you’re probably wondering
what the hell a half dead man is doing in my house!”
Dave grunted like a pig as he sat rolling a
joint. Ted assumed he was laughing but couldn’t be sure.
Trig walked over to the man on the floor
and pulled open his jacket and shirt. He undid something from around his neck
and dangled it from his hand. It was a key.
“William has been very helpful with our
enquiries,” said Trig. “Isn’t that right boys? Tell Ted and Dillon here what
this key represents, my darlin’,” he said looking at Blue.
Blue stood up and took off her coat,
clearly relishing having the floor. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her slim
back. “Well, this beautiful key will get you into The Lock, BUT only as William
Hungerford. Each key has a number that can only be seen under a black light.
This number corresponds with William’s membership number. Therefore no one can
steal the key and get in using it.”
She took the key from Trig and handed it to
Ted. He turned it over in his hand. It was unlike any key he’d seen before; it
was very ornate, old looking, like a key to an ancient tomb or something.
“Has William agreed to help us then? To get
us in?” asked Ted.
They all laughed and Ted felt stupid.
“No darlin’,” soothed Blue. “Not exactly.”
She walked over and sat back on Trig’s knee. “Can I tell ‘im?” she asked.
“Sure babe, you did all the hard work,”
replied Trig.
“Well,” she said, standing again. “I have a
sister who is a makeup artist for films and theatre, ’n’ that. She is going to
make you up to look like William, Ted, so you can get into the club.”
Blue did a twirl in the middle of the room, clearly pleased with herself.
Ted looked at the man on the floor; he was
a similar build but was balding and older by about thirty years.
Blue saw his expression and smiled. “My
sister’s very good, don’t worry. The body part won’t be a problem; she’ll just
have to work on your face and hair. The club have his details and photograph on
a computer, and match them to the number on the key, which we have, and your
face, which we’re going to change. There’s no retinal scan or anything so
high-tech. So we’re sorted.” Blue twirled again, her hair fanning out behind
her. All of them were transfixed by her beauty, except Dave, who was lying
wasted on the floor, giggling and snorting like an idiot.
Ted felt overwhelmed suddenly. He’d never
imagined Trig would manage to do so much in such a short time, and all for his
sister. Although he wasn’t sure he was a good enough actor to pull this off.
“Thank you,” was all Ted could say.
“No worries, mate. Any friend of Dillon’s…
Well, except for that prat you used to be friends with, Dill, what was his
name? Radish or something?”
“Ravvy,” replied Dillon, “and he wasn’t
that bad.”
“He was, he was a complete plonker,”
scoffed Trig.
“So when is all this going to happen?”
asked Ted, suddenly feeling nervous.
“No time like the present eh? It’ll have to
be tonight, someone might miss this loser if we hang onto him for too long. Although
I can’t think who,” scoffed Trig.
“But what if Rosie’s not there tonight?”
asked Dillon. “If she even gets taken there, which we don’t know, how will we
know what night she goes?”
The room fell silent.
“That’s a mighty good point, little bruv.
Well maybe we’ll have to keep William for a bit longer.” Trig paused,
beauty is Blue,” he said, stroking her thigh.
Blue walked over to Dillon and kissed him
on the cheek.
“Mmm, getting cuter by the day, Dill. You
might have to be my replacement when your brother gets too old and incapable,”
she grinned in Trig’s direction.
“That’ll never happen, baby,” said Trig,
seemingly unperturbed by Blue’s flirtation.
“What’s going on Trig?” asked Dillon,
looking at the man on the floor.
“Oh yeah, sorry, you’re probably wondering
what the hell a half dead man is doing in my house!”
Dave grunted like a pig as he sat rolling a
joint. Ted assumed he was laughing but couldn’t be sure.
Trig walked over to the man on the floor
and pulled open his jacket and shirt. He undid something from around his neck
and dangled it from his hand. It was a key.
“William has been very helpful with our
enquiries,” said Trig. “Isn’t that right boys? Tell Ted and Dillon here what
this key represents, my darlin’,” he said looking at Blue.
Blue stood up and took off her coat,
clearly relishing having the floor. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her slim
back. “Well, this beautiful key will get you into The Lock, BUT only as William
Hungerford. Each key has a number that can only be seen under a black light.
This number corresponds with William’s membership number. Therefore no one can
steal the key and get in using it.”
She took the key from Trig and handed it to
Ted. He turned it over in his hand. It was unlike any key he’d seen before; it
was very ornate, old looking, like a key to an ancient tomb or something.
“Has William agreed to help us then? To get
us in?” asked Ted.
They all laughed and Ted felt stupid.
“No darlin’,” soothed Blue. “Not exactly.”
She walked over and sat back on Trig’s knee. “Can I tell ‘im?” she asked.
“Sure babe, you did all the hard work,”
replied Trig.
“Well,” she said, standing again. “I have a
sister who is a makeup artist for films and theatre, ’n’ that. She is going to
make you up to look like William, Ted, so you can get into the club.”
Blue did a twirl in the middle of the room, clearly pleased with herself.
Ted looked at the man on the floor; he was
a similar build but was balding and older by about thirty years.
Blue saw his expression and smiled. “My
sister’s very good, don’t worry. The body part won’t be a problem; she’ll just
have to work on your face and hair. The club have his details and photograph on
a computer, and match them to the number on the key, which we have, and your
face, which we’re going to change. There’s no retinal scan or anything so
high-tech. So we’re sorted.” Blue twirled again, her hair fanning out behind
her. All of them were transfixed by her beauty, except Dave, who was lying
wasted on the floor, giggling and snorting like an idiot.
Ted felt overwhelmed suddenly. He’d never
imagined Trig would manage to do so much in such a short time, and all for his
sister. Although he wasn’t sure he was a good enough actor to pull this off.
“Thank you,” was all Ted could say.
“No worries, mate. Any friend of Dillon’s…
Well, except for that prat you used to be friends with, Dill, what was his
name? Radish or something?”
“Ravvy,” replied Dillon, “and he wasn’t
that bad.”
“He was, he was a complete plonker,”
scoffed Trig.
“So when is all this going to happen?”
asked Ted, suddenly feeling nervous.
“No time like the present eh? It’ll have to
be tonight, someone might miss this loser if we hang onto him for too long. Although
I can’t think who,” scoffed Trig.
“But what if Rosie’s not there tonight?”
asked Dillon. “If she even gets taken there, which we don’t know, how will we
know what night she goes?”
The room fell silent.
“That’s a mighty good point, little bruv.
Well maybe we’ll have to keep William for a bit longer.” Trig paused,
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