Page 3 of Marko

THURSDAY MORNING – NEEDING TO KNOCK

“We’ve got movement on Mathieson’s account!” I stated, bursting through Miki’s door without knocking.

Aw hell!

Miki and Eilidh were kissing again.

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and it wasn’t the first time I’d interrupted them. It seemed to be my fate these days.

Eilidh had been living with us for the last few months. You would have thought I’d have learned my lesson and remembered to knock by now. Obviously, I hadn’t.

At least kissing was all I’d walked in on. The last time was much worse; they were making out on top of the desk, and it was an image I really couldn’t get out of my head. I cringed at the thought; I wasn’t a voyeur, and I certainly didn’t want to see my big brother doing the dirty deed.

These two weren’t the only ones either. My sister Sonia and cousin Romi got married recently and my brother Ash and his new wife Gracie had only returned from their honeymoon a couple of weeks ago. This house was full of couples all getting it on and I was the only single one here. While I was happy for them, it was a bit annoying at times. Embarrassing too.

The other day I walked in on Romi with my sister Sonia in the games room. I would never look at our snooker table the same way again. Plus, I really wanted to purge my eyeballs out with the snooker cue after seeing that.

Seriously, these were not the sort of sights any brother wanted to see. Cringing at the thought, I shook my head and shivered with displeasure. God, I really needed to learn to knock.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, as Eilidh jumped off Miki’s lap and sat on the desk beside him.

Her face was flushed pink. Obviously as embarrassed as me.

“You were saying?” Miki asked, sounding pissed off at being disturbed, but I ignored it. It wouldn’t happen again. I definitely was going to work on knocking, but right now there were more important things to think about.

“The money was transferred from the account Mathieson had set up in the name of Jessica Adams to another account here in London. I hacked into the bank manager’s emails and there was one from a family lawyer based here in London, Fitzpatrick & Son, telling him that the transfer was to go into an account in the name of Melissa Martin,” I told Miki.

“Another female?” Eilidh asked, and I nodded.

“How is she linked to this Jessica Adams?” she asked again.

“No idea yet.”

“Have you looked into this Melissa Martin?” Miki asked.

“Of course. There is only one account of that name at the branch where the money was transferred, and I got her address. I also hacked into Fitzpatrick & Son’s and checked the calendar for Mr Jonathan Fitzpatrick, and it seems he had a meeting with her first thing this morning. What do you want me to do?”

“Get Luca and Trigger involved, watch Fitzpatrick and dig into him and also watch her, see what she does and find out who she is and her connection to Mathieson,” he said.

“On it!” I clapped my hands together in glee. It had been about six months since we killed Mathieson, and it looked like finally the last bit of the puzzle was about to unfold.

“Tell Trigger to let his guys handle Simpson for now,” he added, before grabbing the back of Eilidh’s head and kissing her again. Geez!

“God, I’m outta here!” I cried in disgust.

Really? Couldn’t he wait until I had left?

“You’re just jealous,” Miki laughed as I closed the door and tried hard to block out the sounds of their make-out session all the way back to my office.

Rubbish, I’m not in the least bit jealous!

I scoffed at the notion.

There was no way I was jealous. Why would I be? I was young, free, and single, and enjoyed not being tied down. I hadn’t been in a relationship for around eighteen months and was quite happy with that. Ever since I’d broken up with my last girlfriend when I discovered she was cheating on me with her boss, I decided not to get involved with anyone else and to play the field.

It wasn’t as if I ever had trouble getting laid. As a young, rich guy, I had my pick of the ladies. They always knew where they stood with me, one-night stands were all I did these days.

The connection all the couples in the house had wasn’t something I needed. They could keep their serious relationships and their loved up looks to themselves. No-strings-attached sex when I wanted it suited me just fine.

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