Part 8 (1/2)

The walls ran with steam, hot water beat down on Sylvie's head, it was bliss. Their filthy clothes were draped around the room dripping onto the grey and pink floral carpet. She had washed her underwear in the tiny sink and put it to dry on the radiator. It was the best they could manage but feeling warm, safe and clean was enough, for now.

The cubicle door slid back.

”Sylvie?”

She nodded and his bulky body filled the moist s.p.a.ce. Wrapped in the circle of his arms she felt his skin begin to warm and the tension leave his muscles. His hands were in her hair now, fingers raking it back pulling the tendrils away from the wet of her face. She stared into his eyes till he bent to her, his lips brushed her neck. Thrills of pa.s.sion skittered through her body taking the strength from her legs. She gasped as he licked at a nipple. On a tiny shelf in the corner there was a small bottle of shampoo. He tipped the fluid into his palm; it barely filled the centre of his hand. He screwed up his face at the amount and shrugged. Rubbing his hands together coaxed up a feeble amount of foam which he smoothed across her shoulders, down over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and sliding down the curve of her waist. It was gone and they laughed as he tried to catch the last of the bubbles and force them back against the flow of the water.

Clinging together they revelled in the comfort of heat and cleanliness until the closeness of their bodies, the touch of skin on skin and the evidence of his growing pa.s.sion forced them back into the bedroom. The towels were surprisingly luxurious. She sat on the floor wrapped in the fluffy whiteness as he perched behind her on the bed, rubbing at her hair and combing out the knots and leaning forward now and then to nibble at the edges of her ear and kiss her neck.

The comfort of this warm room and the quiet of the night, after the stress and fear of the day felt dreamy and surreal. He lifted her and laid her on the bed, kicking aside the thin duvet and throwing the pillows to the floor. He stroked her legs, and her belly, kissed her shoulders, neck and then back again and again to explore her mouth. Still unaccustomed to their growing closeness they experimented, teasing and stroking, kissing and caressing. The journey found its end in the closeness and intimacy that is almost holy and as he took her body Sylvie knew she had given him her heart.

Afterwards sleepy and fulfilled they dragged the covers back and coiled together, put aside the mounting problems and future dangers and surrendered to exhaustion...

A door slamming further along the hallway brought Samuel to his senses. For a minute he lay still, his arm had curled in sleep to cuddle the slight body beside him. Her hair spread across the pillows and her face, in repose looked heartbreakingly childlike.

He was troubled; this girl had turned his life on its head. Everything he thought he had forfeited, the feelings he had subdued, interaction with other people, pleasure, pa.s.sion and hope she was relighting them all. The flame of life had been rekindled and he didn't know how he felt about it.

She was so very different from what he had first expected. Though life had hardened her she was in truth soft and gentle, caring and vulnerable. He wanted her to be safe, wanted to spend some time with her. He had chosen to live an empty, lonely life, punis.h.i.+ng himself for continuing to survive when Marie and the baby were dead. He had felt his existence to be a burden and many times he'd considered leaving it all behind, taking what he thought of as the easy way out. Now though, with Sylvie he had someone else to consider, he couldn't leave her on her own to face the danger she had inadvertently walked into. Tenderly he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her awake, she stretched, cat like and slid her arms around his neck kissing him back, warm and sleepy, still part lost in her dreams. It reminded him painfully just what it's like to wake with someone who cares. Was he ready to experience all this again and in truth could he even begin to hope for it with all the ugliness and pain in the past and the undeniable danger in the future. It was too late to think 'if only' and he wasn't sure there was any room for 'what if'.

Chapter 33.

Breakfast was delicious, there were no tiny pots of jam and baskets of pastries. They were shown to their table, a choice of tea or coffee was offered. After a short wait a young girl presented dinner plates filled with bacon, eggs, sausages, fried bread, tomatoes, and even a few sauteed potato slices. The air was filled with the smell of breakfast, it had wafted there from the boarding houses of the fifties and sixties, before heart disease and blood pressure sucked the pleasure from a hotel morning. There was a rack of toast, a bowl of b.u.t.ter and a pot of marmalade. Sending anyone out from her establishment without a good cooked breakfast would be a failure, and Mrs Denton, the landlady, had no truck with failure.

Apart from bits and pieces cobbled together neither of them had eaten anything substantial for a few days and they fell on the cholesterol laden treats. There was no time for speech their mouths became fully occupied with the delicious flavours and their stomachs with the carbs their bodies craved. By the time they'd finished the second rack of toast and ordered another pot of coffee Mrs Denton had popped her head out of the kitchen to grin at them and yell across the room.

”Well either you two 'ave bin out joggin' this mornin' or you found plenty to keep you busy last night.” With a great gale of laughter she disappeared, leaving Sylvie blus.h.i.+ng furiously and Samuel bending low over his plate to avoid the amused glances of the other guests. It was a light and happy moment and precious as it ignored for a while the true nature of their situation.

They pushed their overloaded bellies back up the narrow stairs and walked hand in hand to their room. Though they had brushed and cleaned their clothes with the small means available they knew they looked scruffy and unkempt, even in these modest surroundings. Samuel walked to the window, lifted the floral net and peered out, left and right.

”I think we could stay here another night. We need to sort out some clothes and bags and stuff, what do you think? We could go to the shops and buy what we need. I could tell her we'll stay on.”

”Yes please, it'd be nice to have a place to come back to. Samuel, are we okay here? They can't find us can they, I mean they've no idea where we are, they can't know, so we're safe aren't we?”

”I wish I could tell you yes, but I have to say that in all honesty I just don't know. I've been places where I would have never believed I could be recognised, where I've never set foot before and then after a couple of days I've had to leave again. They are amazing, their web stretches over the whole country. They're interlinked, many parts of the same families, cousins, brothers and they have a wonderful communication network, they all seem to know almost by instinct when one is in danger or when someone has crossed them. These aren't little dragged together dealers, this is a huge organisation. All I can say is that for today I think we should be okay, but they're very likely to work out how we came here, to Liverpool anyway. They know we didn't have the car, they know there was probably nothing other than the trucks, and they'll piece it together.

”I threw my laptop in the lake when I first saw they were following me but I don't know how much access they might have to my email. I don't think we can risk trying to get your pa.s.sport now, I can't put my contact in danger, I won't do that. We'll have to come up with something else.”

He put his arms around her, she was so small and frightened and he was swept by a deep need to protect her. He hadn't been there to save Marie but maybe he could find a way to save this girl. Perhaps that's what this was about, recompense and rest.i.tution. It was too late for him he knew, but she hadn't done anything wrong and didn't deserve to be caught up in his mess.

”Come on, grab your coat, we'll go and get the bus, buy some stuff and have a drink. At the end of the day what's going to happen will happen and staying in here isn't an option.”

”I haven't got much money. Will it be okay if I use my cards?”

”No, not now they have your name and address. Don't worry about it. It's time I spent some of the money, I've dragged it around with me long enough.”

”Why can't you put it in the bank? You know, in bits so it doesn't look odd?”

”I haven't got an address. You have to have an address to open an account. The house in the Lakes was in Marie's name, all the bills and so on, we thought it best, to make it easy if anything happened to me in Afghanistan. We never imagined it could be the other way round. I haven't lived there or paid the bills in my own name for years.”

”But what about before, when you had just come out of the army and stuff? Didn't you have an account then?”

”Yes, of course but I spent it all, emptied the accounts. I didn't work and then I just lived on what I could scrounge. I was so lost Sylvie, things like money, houses they meant nothing to me. I was in a dark hole and the real world couldn't reach me. Anyway the top and bottom of it is that the money for the bills at the house, the council tax and stuff, the cleaner, it all comes out of an account automatically, I had my army salary paid into it and I suppose now my pension. I guess it's all just ticking over. To be honest I don't know and I have never cared enough to check, it could be the government are after me as well. Now it wouldn't be safe to start using it, the cards are out of date and I never collected the replacements, it's just too complicated. No, it's all c.o.c.ked up to be honest. The cleaner is from before, she never asked any questions, the last time I saw her was after the funeral. She a.s.sumed I was going back to Afghanistan and I let her. People don't bother if their lives aren't touched. I suppose now though she's going to wonder, with all the things we had to leave.

”This gang have people everywhere. It's a ma.s.sive organisation; they work in banks and government offices. They fund arms smuggling, people trafficking, paedophile rings the drugs of course and terrorism. That's another reason they won't let up on me, I know too much.”

”I didn't realise, I thought it was just a couple of pushers, like Phil and Benny.”

”No, it's not, it's a different world.”

He pursed his lips, shook his head. Lost in the mora.s.s as he had been, home had been unreachable, he had let it all go, part of a life he no longer had. It was impossible to even guess what the situation was, maybe he should try and find out. Could he do it without drawing attention to himself, and did he really want to. There was no going back, but when danger threatened he had run instinctively to the place of peace. He should probably leave it in the past, it had served a purpose and now it was dangerous there. He didn't know who had seen them, who was in the pay of the gang, but someone was, someone had watched and reported back, the thought was chilling. He had lived there all his life and even there was tainted now.

”He put it from his mind, some things can't be fixed and he had a rare chance to take some pleasure from today. He would give Sylvie a bundle of cash and enjoy watching her spend it. It had never felt like stolen money. He had taken it from the sc.u.m he left to burn to death, payment for the things they had made him do and compensation for a future he had been denied.

He dragged the hold-all from under the bed and took out two handfuls of notes.

”Here, there looks to be plenty there, let's go and spend it.”

She gasped as she took hold of the bundles.

”It's all fifties and twenties, I've never held so much money. They can't trace it can they?”

”I don't think so, it's what I've lived on for a few years now, to buy food and stuff and they never did find me in the woods so I guess it's okay. Anyway, what else can we do? You know Sylvie, this is all going to end at some time, I'm in the open now, they know I'm still alive and they'll keep on looking until they find me. They have long memories and these people, they don't let things go. I can't make you any promises, all I can say is, any time you want to go, just go. I'll give you money, help you to get away.”

The look on his face told her far more than the words he was saying. She knew if she was to leave him now it would be the end of him, either he would force things to a climax with the drug gang or he would simply go away and allow himself to die. Like a wounded beast he would give up the fight. She shook her head and stared deep into his eyes, she wouldn't verbalise her thoughts. If he didn't understand yet that she was committed she didn't know how to tell him.

Chapter 34.

They pushed the bag under the bed as far as they could reach, in terms of security it was a joke but there was no other option. Samuel knew he'd be better without it. He had tried once to throw it away, even getting as far as the banks of a reservoir but in the end the sheer amount of money had stayed his hand. It had cost so much in personal anguish and now it had become a liability in itself and he didn't know what to do. He had considered leaving it outside a charity shop but they would probably notify the police and it would possibly lead back to him. The army had his finger prints after all. What had seemed a prize had become a burden and he kicked it under the bed and turned away locking the room door and leaving the key at reception.

The rain had stopped at last, though it was dull and chilly. They walked to the bus stop and joined the queue; n.o.body looked at them except for one old woman dragging a tartan shopping trolley. She smiled and nodded before turning back to gaze up the road. Most people were texting or simply staring blankly into the distance. A double-decker rumbled to a stop and the line shuffled forward, no-one paid the driver, they simply flashed cards and pa.s.ses in his direction and he nodded curtly.

”We need to get to the town centre, how much for two returns.”

”Where 'bouts ya goin'”

”Somewhere near the shops.”