One Jump Ahead
"For fucks sake," the curse slipped his lips as he let the filthy curtain swing back across the window. "They've gone," he told her, having seen the police car drive away after an hour or so of scouting the area. "Meaning we're safe here?" Freya responded, and Kieran looked around the filthy hideaway with a nod. "It does." "Oh stop it, you can put up with this for a few days," Freya shot back at his look of disgust, and Kieran nodded, sitting down with his back against the wall.
How the hell had it come to this? Leaving his brother and girlfriend behind in the circus with little more than a message in the dust to tell them what had happened. Farrah and her stupid ideas. She'd needed to break into a house, something to do with her mother she'd said. But she needed help. Foolishly, he'd offered. Then, the socialite's house had been in flames and 5 important people were dead. Apparently important people didn't respond to fire alarms. Everything had been caught on camera, which had found it's way to the police quickly.
Now they were on the run. On the other side of the country to his brother and girlfriend.
"Do you think we'll ever get to go back home?" Kieran asked, a quiet pain in his voice that told Freya exactly what he missed. "I wanted to propose to Sarah soon," his voice was little more than a whisper. "We'll be home soon. They can't search for us forever. They'll have to give up eventually," she promised him and he nodded, burying his face into his knees. "At least we've got each other, right?" He asked, not looking up to see her response. "At least I'm not alone."
