It was about eight thirty now and there was a decent size line outside of the building. Will was about to point this out to her and suggest that they ...go elsewhere so that they don’t spend their whole night waiting in line, when she pulled him to the front of the line to talk with the bouncer. ‘Hey, Fred,’ she said, giving the big man a hug and peck on the cheek. ‘Beautiful, where have you been? You almost made it one whole week.’ She laughed. ‘Almost.’ ‘You in another fight with Jack?’ he. "You can leave anytime asshole,” she huffed, blowing wisps of curls from her face. He was still trying to get the same fucking answer from her, an answer she was never going to give.“Again!" he snapped, bringing the soft leather whip down hard across her bare ass. She screamed, thrashing violently against the restraint. “Who tried to help you? Give me his name!” Murph yelled. He knew she was close to breaking, she already told them almost everything they'd found in her background check.“Tell me. ”“They all work for you?”“Yeah, my old man started the haulage business back in the sixties. He was a very determined man, my dad. He got off the boat at Southampton in nineteen-fifty-nine with five pounds in his pocket. He got a job in a foundry, fettling, a very dirty, very hard way to earn a living. But it paid well.”Marcus paused, nodding to himself.“He saved five pounds a week from his wages and, after a year, he bought a horse and cart and won a contract to ferry beer from the local. "Maybe you ought to come home..." What a goddamn strange thing to say.He arrived home early the next morning, worn out with the all-night flight, jet-lag, and grief. Wearily, James shuffled up the front steps, suitcase hanging loosely on limp fingers and pressed the doorbell. He didn't have the energy to try the door.As he stood there, James could have sworn that he heard a dull, throbbing thump emanating from the house. It was rather rythmic, sort of like dance music. He put it down to the.