“Marriage,” he said. Then he frowned, marriage? What a stupid fucking word.
“Marriage Sir?” Mark said, bewildered.
“Yes, marriage, no one will think of that,” he rushed. “Do not get into the ambulance unless they give you the code word, okay. I will ring you straight back.”
Sarah kicked at a stone as she waited. He quickly walked over to her.
“ Sorry, look, go up I am going to be a few minutes, I have to make a call.”
“Okay,” she said, giving him a smile. He grabbed her arm and she glanced back at him.
“Sorry, five minutes.”
“Five minutes,” she repeated and then headed inside. Rick dialled a number
“Staff nurse Gregor,” the voice answered.
“Ellen, it ’s Rick Hemmingway,” he said.
“Mr Hemmingway , how lovely to hear from you, how are you?” she asked.
“I am fine, but I need a favour,” he requested.
“For you anything,” she said.
“ I have a woman arriving at city airport shortly in my private jet, she is in a coma. Normally I would send her to city, but her life is in danger and she needs protecting. I want you to put her in G wing.” She went quiet.
“G wing Mr Hemmingway,” she repeated a little startled.
“Yes Ellen,” he insisted.
“Okay, if you are sure. What is her name?”
“Skye, and will you send an ambulance, they must give Mark the pass word, Marriage.”
“Marriage,” she repeated.
“Yes Ellen, Marriage, it is important please, no one is allowed in to see her; I will try to come up Sunday, okay. Ellen, this is serious.”
“Yes Mr Hemmingway , no problem.”
“Thank you.” He hung up. He would tell her tomorrow, he would tell her and take her to see her sister. He dialled again.
“Sir,” the voice answered.
“It is all sorted they will give you the pass code and take her to Beckenham okay.”
“Yes sir.”
Rick ran his hand across his face, and stuck his phone in his back pocket. He was getting so close, and it was getting dangerous. He hoped Andy was okay. He glanced at the wing and up to her room; the light was on. He looked across at the main house. Jogging quickly he headed across the drive and around to the front of the house. Pulling a key from his rucksack, he opened the door.
“Mary, Mary,” he yelled, as he scooted through the house, looking in the many rooms as he made his way to the kitchen.
“Hello darling,” she said, when she saw him. He dropped the picnic basket on the floor, kissed her cheek, and gave her hug.
“ Thank you for the picnic, it was wonderful,” he said smiling.
“You’re welcome, how is she?”
“Good,” he said, holding on to a secret smile.
“Rick what have you done?” she asked.
“Done? What do you mean?” he asked, grinning at her. She shook her head at him, and then hugged him.
“Is she special?” she asked, knowing he had not had a relationship for years.
“Yes Mary she is, very special.”
“I am happy for you darling. Does she know yet?” she asked. He shook his head.
“No, I will tell her tomorrow, I promise.” Then his face drew serious. “Mary we are getting close, the plane crash was no accident.” The old woman drew a hand to her mouth.
“You were right all along ,” she said, and he nodded.
“Look, please make sure you lock up properly, do not leave anything unlocked day or night, I have a feeling he may turn up here, looking for me and Sarah.”
“Rick, are you sure this is worth the risk, it has been seventeen years?” she said. He took a breath.
“Mary, if it were not for you he would have taken me and I would not have had such a wonderful childhood. You have been like a mother to me, you know that, but I cannot let it go. That man murdered my parents, and he murdered Sarah’s parents and nearly killed her sister.”
“She is not dead?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, we found her today, but she is in a coma, I am flying her back and sending her to
“Marriage Sir?” Mark said, bewildered.
“Yes, marriage, no one will think of that,” he rushed. “Do not get into the ambulance unless they give you the code word, okay. I will ring you straight back.”
Sarah kicked at a stone as she waited. He quickly walked over to her.
“ Sorry, look, go up I am going to be a few minutes, I have to make a call.”
“Okay,” she said, giving him a smile. He grabbed her arm and she glanced back at him.
“Sorry, five minutes.”
“Five minutes,” she repeated and then headed inside. Rick dialled a number
“Staff nurse Gregor,” the voice answered.
“Ellen, it ’s Rick Hemmingway,” he said.
“Mr Hemmingway , how lovely to hear from you, how are you?” she asked.
“I am fine, but I need a favour,” he requested.
“For you anything,” she said.
“ I have a woman arriving at city airport shortly in my private jet, she is in a coma. Normally I would send her to city, but her life is in danger and she needs protecting. I want you to put her in G wing.” She went quiet.
“G wing Mr Hemmingway,” she repeated a little startled.
“Yes Ellen,” he insisted.
“Okay, if you are sure. What is her name?”
“Skye, and will you send an ambulance, they must give Mark the pass word, Marriage.”
“Marriage,” she repeated.
“Yes Ellen, Marriage, it is important please, no one is allowed in to see her; I will try to come up Sunday, okay. Ellen, this is serious.”
“Yes Mr Hemmingway , no problem.”
“Thank you.” He hung up. He would tell her tomorrow, he would tell her and take her to see her sister. He dialled again.
“Sir,” the voice answered.
“It is all sorted they will give you the pass code and take her to Beckenham okay.”
“Yes sir.”
Rick ran his hand across his face, and stuck his phone in his back pocket. He was getting so close, and it was getting dangerous. He hoped Andy was okay. He glanced at the wing and up to her room; the light was on. He looked across at the main house. Jogging quickly he headed across the drive and around to the front of the house. Pulling a key from his rucksack, he opened the door.
“Mary, Mary,” he yelled, as he scooted through the house, looking in the many rooms as he made his way to the kitchen.
“Hello darling,” she said, when she saw him. He dropped the picnic basket on the floor, kissed her cheek, and gave her hug.
“ Thank you for the picnic, it was wonderful,” he said smiling.
“You’re welcome, how is she?”
“Good,” he said, holding on to a secret smile.
“Rick what have you done?” she asked.
“Done? What do you mean?” he asked, grinning at her. She shook her head at him, and then hugged him.
“Is she special?” she asked, knowing he had not had a relationship for years.
“Yes Mary she is, very special.”
“I am happy for you darling. Does she know yet?” she asked. He shook his head.
“No, I will tell her tomorrow, I promise.” Then his face drew serious. “Mary we are getting close, the plane crash was no accident.” The old woman drew a hand to her mouth.
“You were right all along ,” she said, and he nodded.
“Look, please make sure you lock up properly, do not leave anything unlocked day or night, I have a feeling he may turn up here, looking for me and Sarah.”
“Rick, are you sure this is worth the risk, it has been seventeen years?” she said. He took a breath.
“Mary, if it were not for you he would have taken me and I would not have had such a wonderful childhood. You have been like a mother to me, you know that, but I cannot let it go. That man murdered my parents, and he murdered Sarah’s parents and nearly killed her sister.”
“She is not dead?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, we found her today, but she is in a coma, I am flying her back and sending her to
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