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Forty-Four
Kingsley
"You shouldn't have comewith me!"
"That sounds even stupider than what you're about to do," Damien hisses from the passenger seat. "And while I'm not the smartest out of us, I'm not Matthias," he uncharacteristically jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
"It's here," I say, pulling my car into the parking lot of the run-down 2-star inn, checking that I have the right spot on the tracker map.
"We should call the police," Damien suggests for the fifth time.
"You sit here and call the police. Tell them the directors of the UK and Australia divisions of Baxter Enterprises are about to beat down the door of a mugger who stabbed the late Ernest Hamilton's daughter, and she almost bled out in the side alley outside where a bunch of members of parliament were chugging champagne at an event that cost them £15,000 a plate."
He exhales. "That's quite the headline."
"I'm going in. You can stay here, or you can come. Your choice."
He curses under his breath, but when I'm half way up the driveway, he's right there with me, shoulder to shoulder. "My-Linh is going to kill me. And then she's going to kill you."
He's not lying. "You should've told her to come instead of you then, she sounds like she would've been more help to me than you are."
We quietly go inside, past the unmanned reception desk, and stand in the hallway. "So... does it say which room he's in?"
I hold out the phone, it doesn't exactly show the room number per se, but judging by the TV noise coming from behind the doors, we make a guess which rooms are occupied.
"Luna doesn't put her phone on silent. She doesn't want to miss texts from me when we're not together," I explain as I dial her number, trying to suppress the emotions that come with knowing that she's not the person who's going to answer.
Damien presses his head against one door, shaking his head, and then moves to the next door and nods, mouthing, "I can hear it ringing."
I push him out of the way, then, trying to keep calm for just five more seconds, I knock on the door. "Housekeeping."
"Go away," a voice comes from inside.
Stay calm."Sir, we forgot to bring you your complimentary bottles of water."
"For fuck's sake."
The door handle rattles and opens and I charge into the room, pushing on the guy's chest, knocking him back until he's pinned against the wall.
At some point during the scuffle, Luna's phone falls out of his hands and drops to the floor.
Damien picks it up and gets in the guy's face next to me. "Where did you get this?"
He grins, his crackhead breath so rank it almost makes me throw up. "Some bitch gave it to me."
"Liar," I spit. "You stole this. Where did you it?"
"You want it? Buy it off me. I'll give it to you for a cheap price. Got blood on it, anyway. It was a bitch getting it off her. She should've just given it to me when I asked her."
Scarlet floods my vision, and I rear back and slam my fist into his stomach. "Tell us where you got it!"
He grunts, and grabs his stomach, gasping. "Some poshy event, okay?"
I grab the front of his shirt, slamming him back against the wall before pulling my arm back and swinging it across his face. "Where's the knife?"
"What knife?"
"The knife you hurt her with!"
