Indefensible (DI Sara Ramsey Book 12) by M Comley (brene brown rising strong TXT) 📕

“I’m dowing me best.”

“Right, this is your final warning. One last try, if you’re not willing to help, I’m gonna leave you here. Got that?”

“Yeah, got it.”

With the drunk’s minimal assistance, Adam managed to right him onto his feet. “Gotcha, now where’s your car?”

“I ain’t got one. Cawn’t afford one.”

“Great. Where do you live?”

“A few roads that way.” The drunk pointed over to the left.

“Okay, let’s see if we can get you home in one piece.”

“Aww… you’re a gwood man.”

Adam slung the man’s arm around his neck and followed the drunk’s instructions on which direction to take. They got there eventually, through more of Adam’s effort than the drunk’s. He deposited the man on his doorstep, propped him up against the wall and rang the bell, then he bolted. He ducked down the alley at the side of the house and listened.

“What the fuck! Are you bloody drunk again? Get in here, you utter twatface. I should have carried out my threat to leave you years ago. All you do is make my life a fucking misery. Look at the frigging money you’re spending to get in this state. I could be sunning myself in Marbella with the amount you waste on booze every damn month. I’ve had it with you. From Monday, you start putting your wages into my bank account. I’ll dish out pocket money every week, if that’s what it takes.” The angry woman sighed. “Get in here. Look at you, you haven’t got it in you to even walk straight. What the actual fuck! You know what? Scratch what I just said; first thing Monday morning, I’m ringing a bloody solicitor about a divorce and if you think you’re going to get your hands on this house, you’ve got another think coming.”

“But, Nancy… I wove you. Give me one more twy. I prowise I’wl change.”

“Do you know how many bloody times I’ve heard that empty promise over the years? Thousands. I’ve had it with you. I need a man who can care for me, not piss all his hard-earned money up the frigging wall. Jesus, what’s that smell? Have you pissed yourself? You disgust me.”

Adam snuck a peek around the wall to see the woman get behind Bob the drunk and shove him through the front door, slapping him around the head at the same time.

“Once too often. Now you’re going to pay for letting me and the kids down. Jesus, get up to bed before they see the frigging state you’re in. You make me sick. Selfish, brainless fucking sod. It’s all about your needs, isn’t it? Always has been and always will be. Those kids up there need new shoes for school and there’s you, spending money we haven’t got down the bloody pub. I’ve had it, you hear me? Had it!”

The door slammed behind the couple and Adam let out a laugh. Bloody glad I ain’t married if that’s the consequences of having a few bevvies down at the local. He tried to put his own life back on course, after doing his good deed for the day, delivering the drunk home. Had he had the use of a car, Adam would have nicked it, but something about the state the man was in had touched a nerve with him.

There was movement halfway up the street, headlights entered the road and a car stopped. He emerged and walked towards the vehicle. It was pitch black, only a couple of streetlights working at the far end. Perfect for what he had in mind. His pace quickened.

The man got out of his car and locked it. He was holding a briefcase and paused to put his keys away in his jacket, then began searching for something else. Adam took his chance. He withdrew the knife he had tucked into the waistband of his trousers and plunged it into the man’s back, several times. He fell to the ground immediately. Adam rummaged through the man’s jacket pocket and removed the car keys.

Behind him, a woman screamed. He looked back and saw the woman leave the house and run down the small flight of steps that lead up to the front door.

“Mike, Mike, are you all right? Come back here, you! Help, someone please help me. He’s stealing our car. Someone call the police and an ambulance.”

Adam jumped into the car and drove off before the woman could get close enough to identify him. Shit! That’s not how I expected it to go down. I didn’t get the chance to finish the fucker off. What if he got a good look at me? His hands shook and he kept looking in the rear-view mirror until he turned the next corner. Jesus, now I’ll have to get to him at the hospital. Why do I always cock things up? Dad, where are you when I need you the most?

On his way to prison, that’s where he is. I’m going to do all I can to make sure I don’t end up in the cell next to him. I need to get away, as far away from here as possible. But where do I go? Not knowing this damn area will be tricky, won’t it?

He couldn’t leave, not until he’d finished the bloke off. Reaching over, he searched the glove compartment for a possible name and found what he was looking for: the car’s log book. Who in their right mind kept that kind of documentation in their car? This genius, obviously. He slammed the glove compartment shut again and drove in the direction of the hospital.

He would sit and wait for the ambulance to arrive and then strike again, if necessary. Hopefully, the guy won’t make it, which will save him the job of taking care of any loose ends.

Adam grew tired, it had been a hectic couple of days. He rested his head back and his eyes drooped until he heard a couple of giggling young women pass the car. Alert mode took over.

His attention was drawn