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“A maggot even.” Adrian smirks.
“Wasn’t that the plan of the evening?” I smirk.
Cameron raises his glass. “To maggotism.” He smiles.
I smirk and my dear friends and I raise our glasses: “To maggotism.”
It’s 11 pm when we walk in the door. Bridget comes down the stairs on a mission.
“Are you for real?” she whispers angrily. “You couldn’t come home? We have been here dealing with the police all day and you go to a fucking bar.”
Cameron shakes his head. “Fuck off, Didge. Not in the mood,” he replies as we walk to the kitchen.
I sit at the kitchen bench as my head starts to slowly spin and Cameron makes himself some breakfast cereal.
“Where is everyone?” I ask.
“Abbie is out with the dick of a cop. Who I hate,” she snaps.
Cameron holds his spoon of cornflakes in the air. “Me too,” he chimes in drunkenly. “Hate him, hate him,” he slurs.
“Our parents have gone to bed traumatised. Where’s Ben?” she snaps.
Cameron and I exchange looks. “Why?” Cameron snaps.
“Because I’m going to break his fucking neck, that’s why.”
Cameron laughs and chokes on his cereal.
“Why now?” He laughs.
She narrows her eyes. “Because tonight when I texted you and you said you were at a bar, I thought it was a bad idea and so I rang Ben and he wouldn’t pick up my call. Who in the hell does that guy think he is?”
Cameron points his spoon at the door and smiles stupidly. “You should go tell him off, in front of the other guards. Right now. Do it.”
I drop my head and smile. Fuck Cameron is a troublemaker.
Bridget puts her hands on her hips angrily. “You just want to get rid of me, Dr Dickhead.”
Cameron points his spoon at her. “Bingo.” He smiles as he shovels in his food.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” she snaps as she storms out the front to find Ben.
Cameron shakes his head and with a mouthful of food mumbles, “Poor prick, she’d be a bitch I reckon.”
I smile and shake my head and then hear some male voices I don’t know outside the front door.
“No, you cannot come in,” I hear Bridget’s raised voice reply.
Cameron and I frown at each other and I stand and make my way to the front door where I see four policemen talking to Ben and the security guards on the driveway. One of them catches my eye and immediately stops his conversation.
“Mr Stanton.” He nods.
“Hello, can I help you?” I ask.
“Yes, we would like to speak to you,” the officer replies.
I frown. “Have you found her?” I ask hopefully.
