Richard
She twists from James’ grip and out, baiting the gunmen
“Charlotte!” he hisses, but she’s gone, and the gunmen are already pursuing.
James is a study in rage and frustration, standing, fists balled, raised to heaven, spluttering and cursing incoherently.
“When I catch her again, she is not going to sit down for a f*****g week!”
You’re going to pay dearly for this, Charlotte….
…. When he catches up with you
When…
… not if….
And I put that thought from my head, knowing that what she has done, she has done for my Elizabeth.
Better put in a good word….
…. Tactfully though….
“She had a point though.”
James spins on me, hands still raised and for a moment I wonder if he’s going to punch me, then he reins himself in. “Yes, she did. Let’s….”
Shouts and yells come from the dar
