Only The Good Die Young, Book 2
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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1,196
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Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Katy scaled around the back of the house. It was a pretty house with a lot of potential, the owner obviously had no idea how to decorate. She peered in the window to the bedroom, and saw a photograph of her on the nightstand, and a certificate hanging on the wall with the Metropolitan Police crest on it.
Sooty the cat meowed at her. She picked up the cat and cuddled it, “Tell me princess, does your daddy miss me?” The cat pawed her nose and started to purr.
There was a sliding glass door on the back porch that led off to the beach. Glancing up and down she noticed if anyone was coming. Since she was alone, she got her suction cup and pump out of her bag and fixed n thn the lock. A few quick pumps and the door was open. She was very glad that she didn’t need to break a window.
Looking around, she noted the spartan quality of her surroundings. John had a couch, a TV, a TV tray, a few pots and pans (clean but left out on the counter) and the cats’ food and litter box. Katy closed the door behind her. She walked through John’s rooms and could almost feel the sadness that hung in the air. She touched his pillow on the bed that he had left unmade. It smelled of him.
Sooty was following her through the house. Katy studied the Metropolitan Police certificate, “This commendation is to say that Detective Constable John Anthony Boulton has acted with valour and great bravery to the benefit of his fellow officers and the general public.” She was unaware that John had received a commendation and wondered what he did to receive it. Looking around the room she spotted another framed certificate from the Met.
“This commendation is to say that Kathryn O’Sullivan, a civilian, acted with great courage and bravery, in support of tetroetropolitan Police.” Katy’s jaw dropped. She had no idea that she had been commended. She could only imagine that it had to do with her taking a bullet for John on the boat. Her hand instinctively went to her arm, and she rubbed the hard little scar there. She walked into the office. John had a computer, and a large CD rack next to it. She studied his music choices: Led Zeppelin, U2, Pink Floyd, The Smiths (a surprise), Dave Matthews Band (Katy had never heard of them), The Verve, and another surprise, Radiohead.
Katy had always been a big U2 fan, and had introduced them to John. She eyed “All That You Can’t Leave Behind”, their new CD. Katy hadn’t heard it yet. His PC clicked and whirred and she figured it was on. She opened the CD drive and stuck it in.
Feeling slightly hungry, she opened his fridge. Quite a few cans of beer, Red Stripe. She opened his trash, and there were a few empty whiskey bottles. Katy shook her head, he had been drinking heavily as of late. She cracked one of his beers and sipped it. There was nothing for her to do but wait. She went into his room, laid on his bed and closed her eyes, listening to the unfamiliar songs.
* * *
It was dark by the time John made his way home. He had waited in that blasted lobby for hours but no sign of her. And he had three others to do as well. Feeling dejected and disgusted, he hailed a taxi.
“1321 Ocean Drive, mate.”
Chester glanced at the picture that he had sitting on the seat next to him, and in the rear view window. It was Katy’s fellow. Chester decided to keep his mouth shut, and to stay close by when he dropped him off, just in case this fellow wasn’t as glad to see Katy as she hoped he’d be.
Quickly, he drove to the house where hours before he had let Katy off. John dropped some money in his lap through the window, and walked through the yard to the front door. “Sooty?” John called. “Here Sooty!”
John fidgeted with the key trying to get it in the lock. He opened the door with a start and heard Sooty meow in the darkness.
“What are you doing inside then?” he asked, fumbling for the light switch. Before he could reach it, the lights came on.
“I let her in.”
John was silent, shocked for a second. Katy was standing in his living room, arms crossed, waiting on him.
He shut the door behind him. “Katy… how did you get in?”
“I’m a professional burglar, John, you shouldn’t have to ask that.”
John looked at her. He couldn’t believe she was there, in front of him, in his house. Was he seeinghosthost? Had all those months and years of dreaming of her finally made him lose it? He reached to touch her.
Katy hauled off and slapped him. As his face radiated heat, he decided that she definitely wasn’t a ghost.
“I suppose I deserved that.”
“You deserve a hell of a lot more than that,” she glared.
“What… what do you want? Why are you here?”
“I want the truth. I want to know why you skipped the country, faked your own death, had another woman on the sided I d I want to know if there is any reason I should still be in love with you.”
“Why didn’t you come back with Don?”
“Because, if you didn’t have the bottle to face me, I wasn’t going to come. But I want some answers. And I want them now.”
“Do you want a beer?”
“Yes.”
John went into the kitchen and got two cans of Red Stripe from the fridge. He noticed that a can was missing.
Handing her the can, his fingers brushed her hand, and he felt an electric current pulse through him.
“Have a seat,” he motioned towards the sofa.
Katy sat down. She cracked her beer and swung it in an undignified gulp. John stared at her and she glared back at him.
“Where do you want me to begin?” he asked.
“From the beginning.”
“Well, as you know, I you you a shortened sentence for your little stretch inside. I had some dirt on the judge and that’s how I managed it. He wasn’t too pleased with it, and complained enough to get CIB interested. But they were also interested in dealings that Don Beech and I had with a guy named Fallon. It was a big money-laundering operation, and Don was taking kickbacks from it. Me, on the other hand, knew about it but was looking the other way. I never received any of the proceeds from it but the fact that I knew about it but didn’t do anything was enough to see the both of us sent down for it.”
John paused to take a drink, “Yes, I was involved but not seriously. Yes, there was another woman but it wasn’t like what you think. Claire was the CIB mole that was trying to investigate us. Don found out through one of his contacts and told me about it. We both thought that maybe if I took her out once or twice, it would get her off the trail.”
“You were engaged to her, John. She showed me the ring you got her. She believed you wanted to marry her.” Katy thought, with some smugness, that the ring John bought her was bigger.
“Yeah, I did ask her to marry me. But it was a diversion because she was getting close to Don and Fallon, and I was trying to buy some time.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
John looked away.
“So you slept with her. And I’m supposed to believe you didn’t mean it?”
“You slept with both Tony Stamp and Deakin after getting let out within a few days of each other!”
“Yeah but I thought you were dead! I was still alive, albeit, banged up.”
“Katy, this is hard enough, please don’t make it any harder.”
She paused for a moment and glared at John. He looked miserable. It was obvious he hadn’t been sleeping. There were bags under his eyes, and his hair was slightly thinning in the back.
“Alright,” she said, quietly, “Go on.”
“So, when it was evident that her relationship with me wasn’t putting her off, we decided to go with plan 2. Fake my death, make it look like Don did it, and then we both could do a runner.”
“Why didn’t you come to see me? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What good would it have done but made you worry! You had enough on your plate in there.”
“Made me worry? Made ME worry? Do you have any idea how I suffered after you died? Do you know how many nights I spent crying, how I had to be sedated… how I tried to kill myself?”
“No… I’m sorry love,” John squeezed his eyes shut. His hand flew to his lips, and he shook his head. “Christ, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“No, you didn’t think how that would affect me, having a newspaper dropped through my cell door with your picture and the article saying you died, and the ultimate insult, ‘Survived in death by his fiancée, Claire Staunton’, written in it. You were the only reason I had to live in there, to withstand the abuse, the beatings. Criminals don’t take kindly to women who have relationships with police.”
“I’m so sorry, Katy. If I would have thought about it, if I would have had time to warn you I would have.”
“It’s not like I was up in the highlands of Scotland, John. I was in Holloway, NoLondLondon! It was hardly a distance!”
John shook his head. “What more can I say? I’m sorry, Katy. I truly am. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
Katy looked at John for a long minute. What could she say? He was still handsome. He hadn’t changed. The only difference was that he didn’t have the job anymore. It was a rotten thing he did, but by now she was used to his well-meaning mistakes. It didn’t make up for it though. She could see the love in his eyes, and knew that he wasn’t happy leaving her there in England and running away. She also knew that he probably had no choice.
“I don’t know if you can. But you’re gonna bloody try. You’ve got the rest of your life.”
John felt a wave of relief wash over him. He stood up and walked over to her. Grabbing her, he pulled her up off the sofa and crushed her to him. He kissed her fully on the lips, and let his hands run over her body.
Katy let herself be pulled into his embrace and be carried along. She returned his kisses. It felt so good being in his arms again! He pulled back to look at her.
“So, when do you want to become my wife?”
She looked back up into his eyes, tears forming in the corners of hers. “As soon as possible.”
John scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. As he flipped on the light switch, she whispered, “If you ever pull another stunt like this on me, I’m gonna kill you!”
Katy scaled around the back of the house. It was a pretty house with a lot of potential, the owner obviously had no idea how to decorate. She peered in the window to the bedroom, and saw a photograph of her on the nightstand, and a certificate hanging on the wall with the Metropolitan Police crest on it.
Sooty the cat meowed at her. She picked up the cat and cuddled it, “Tell me princess, does your daddy miss me?” The cat pawed her nose and started to purr.
There was a sliding glass door on the back porch that led off to the beach. Glancing up and down she noticed if anyone was coming. Since she was alone, she got her suction cup and pump out of her bag and fixed n thn the lock. A few quick pumps and the door was open. She was very glad that she didn’t need to break a window.
Looking around, she noted the spartan quality of her surroundings. John had a couch, a TV, a TV tray, a few pots and pans (clean but left out on the counter) and the cats’ food and litter box. Katy closed the door behind her. She walked through John’s rooms and could almost feel the sadness that hung in the air. She touched his pillow on the bed that he had left unmade. It smelled of him.
Sooty was following her through the house. Katy studied the Metropolitan Police certificate, “This commendation is to say that Detective Constable John Anthony Boulton has acted with valour and great bravery to the benefit of his fellow officers and the general public.” She was unaware that John had received a commendation and wondered what he did to receive it. Looking around the room she spotted another framed certificate from the Met.
“This commendation is to say that Kathryn O’Sullivan, a civilian, acted with great courage and bravery, in support of tetroetropolitan Police.” Katy’s jaw dropped. She had no idea that she had been commended. She could only imagine that it had to do with her taking a bullet for John on the boat. Her hand instinctively went to her arm, and she rubbed the hard little scar there. She walked into the office. John had a computer, and a large CD rack next to it. She studied his music choices: Led Zeppelin, U2, Pink Floyd, The Smiths (a surprise), Dave Matthews Band (Katy had never heard of them), The Verve, and another surprise, Radiohead.
Katy had always been a big U2 fan, and had introduced them to John. She eyed “All That You Can’t Leave Behind”, their new CD. Katy hadn’t heard it yet. His PC clicked and whirred and she figured it was on. She opened the CD drive and stuck it in.
Feeling slightly hungry, she opened his fridge. Quite a few cans of beer, Red Stripe. She opened his trash, and there were a few empty whiskey bottles. Katy shook her head, he had been drinking heavily as of late. She cracked one of his beers and sipped it. There was nothing for her to do but wait. She went into his room, laid on his bed and closed her eyes, listening to the unfamiliar songs.
* * *
It was dark by the time John made his way home. He had waited in that blasted lobby for hours but no sign of her. And he had three others to do as well. Feeling dejected and disgusted, he hailed a taxi.
“1321 Ocean Drive, mate.”
Chester glanced at the picture that he had sitting on the seat next to him, and in the rear view window. It was Katy’s fellow. Chester decided to keep his mouth shut, and to stay close by when he dropped him off, just in case this fellow wasn’t as glad to see Katy as she hoped he’d be.
Quickly, he drove to the house where hours before he had let Katy off. John dropped some money in his lap through the window, and walked through the yard to the front door. “Sooty?” John called. “Here Sooty!”
John fidgeted with the key trying to get it in the lock. He opened the door with a start and heard Sooty meow in the darkness.
“What are you doing inside then?” he asked, fumbling for the light switch. Before he could reach it, the lights came on.
“I let her in.”
John was silent, shocked for a second. Katy was standing in his living room, arms crossed, waiting on him.
He shut the door behind him. “Katy… how did you get in?”
“I’m a professional burglar, John, you shouldn’t have to ask that.”
John looked at her. He couldn’t believe she was there, in front of him, in his house. Was he seeinghosthost? Had all those months and years of dreaming of her finally made him lose it? He reached to touch her.
Katy hauled off and slapped him. As his face radiated heat, he decided that she definitely wasn’t a ghost.
“I suppose I deserved that.”
“You deserve a hell of a lot more than that,” she glared.
“What… what do you want? Why are you here?”
“I want the truth. I want to know why you skipped the country, faked your own death, had another woman on the sided I d I want to know if there is any reason I should still be in love with you.”
“Why didn’t you come back with Don?”
“Because, if you didn’t have the bottle to face me, I wasn’t going to come. But I want some answers. And I want them now.”
“Do you want a beer?”
“Yes.”
John went into the kitchen and got two cans of Red Stripe from the fridge. He noticed that a can was missing.
Handing her the can, his fingers brushed her hand, and he felt an electric current pulse through him.
“Have a seat,” he motioned towards the sofa.
Katy sat down. She cracked her beer and swung it in an undignified gulp. John stared at her and she glared back at him.
“Where do you want me to begin?” he asked.
“From the beginning.”
“Well, as you know, I you you a shortened sentence for your little stretch inside. I had some dirt on the judge and that’s how I managed it. He wasn’t too pleased with it, and complained enough to get CIB interested. But they were also interested in dealings that Don Beech and I had with a guy named Fallon. It was a big money-laundering operation, and Don was taking kickbacks from it. Me, on the other hand, knew about it but was looking the other way. I never received any of the proceeds from it but the fact that I knew about it but didn’t do anything was enough to see the both of us sent down for it.”
John paused to take a drink, “Yes, I was involved but not seriously. Yes, there was another woman but it wasn’t like what you think. Claire was the CIB mole that was trying to investigate us. Don found out through one of his contacts and told me about it. We both thought that maybe if I took her out once or twice, it would get her off the trail.”
“You were engaged to her, John. She showed me the ring you got her. She believed you wanted to marry her.” Katy thought, with some smugness, that the ring John bought her was bigger.
“Yeah, I did ask her to marry me. But it was a diversion because she was getting close to Don and Fallon, and I was trying to buy some time.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
John looked away.
“So you slept with her. And I’m supposed to believe you didn’t mean it?”
“You slept with both Tony Stamp and Deakin after getting let out within a few days of each other!”
“Yeah but I thought you were dead! I was still alive, albeit, banged up.”
“Katy, this is hard enough, please don’t make it any harder.”
She paused for a moment and glared at John. He looked miserable. It was obvious he hadn’t been sleeping. There were bags under his eyes, and his hair was slightly thinning in the back.
“Alright,” she said, quietly, “Go on.”
“So, when it was evident that her relationship with me wasn’t putting her off, we decided to go with plan 2. Fake my death, make it look like Don did it, and then we both could do a runner.”
“Why didn’t you come to see me? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What good would it have done but made you worry! You had enough on your plate in there.”
“Made me worry? Made ME worry? Do you have any idea how I suffered after you died? Do you know how many nights I spent crying, how I had to be sedated… how I tried to kill myself?”
“No… I’m sorry love,” John squeezed his eyes shut. His hand flew to his lips, and he shook his head. “Christ, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“No, you didn’t think how that would affect me, having a newspaper dropped through my cell door with your picture and the article saying you died, and the ultimate insult, ‘Survived in death by his fiancée, Claire Staunton’, written in it. You were the only reason I had to live in there, to withstand the abuse, the beatings. Criminals don’t take kindly to women who have relationships with police.”
“I’m so sorry, Katy. If I would have thought about it, if I would have had time to warn you I would have.”
“It’s not like I was up in the highlands of Scotland, John. I was in Holloway, NoLondLondon! It was hardly a distance!”
John shook his head. “What more can I say? I’m sorry, Katy. I truly am. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
Katy looked at John for a long minute. What could she say? He was still handsome. He hadn’t changed. The only difference was that he didn’t have the job anymore. It was a rotten thing he did, but by now she was used to his well-meaning mistakes. It didn’t make up for it though. She could see the love in his eyes, and knew that he wasn’t happy leaving her there in England and running away. She also knew that he probably had no choice.
“I don’t know if you can. But you’re gonna bloody try. You’ve got the rest of your life.”
John felt a wave of relief wash over him. He stood up and walked over to her. Grabbing her, he pulled her up off the sofa and crushed her to him. He kissed her fully on the lips, and let his hands run over her body.
Katy let herself be pulled into his embrace and be carried along. She returned his kisses. It felt so good being in his arms again! He pulled back to look at her.
“So, when do you want to become my wife?”
She looked back up into his eyes, tears forming in the corners of hers. “As soon as possible.”
John scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. As he flipped on the light switch, she whispered, “If you ever pull another stunt like this on me, I’m gonna kill you!”