Page 101 of A December to Remember
“What does that mean?” asked Star.
“I thought he was being paid to infiltrate the household, like an undercover operative or something.”
“Have you been watching James Bond?” asked Star. She was having trouble picturing Joe as a spy. “And you found all this out how?”
“There’s a photo of him on the landlord’s website. ‘Our family helping your family to find your perfect home,’ or some such bollocks.”
“Shit!” said Simone.
“My intuition knew something was wrong,” Star said.
“So Joe was a spy?” asked Duncan.
“No, but I didn’t know that then.”
“What then?” asked Simone.
“I told her Joe was using her to get her out of the building. We had a row. A big one. Joe was there. Then he and Mum had a row.”
“Patrick!” Star exclaimed. His head snapped up, his eyes pleading. Evette held up her hand for quiet.
Betty stepped forward. “What did you say? What’s that about an eviction notice?”
Simone turned with what was clearly going to be a “Not now, Betty” sentence, but Star stopped her, with a gentle hand on her arm.
“Maggie’s being evicted. She’s got until January thirty-first to vacate the building and then it’s being turned into a boutique hotel,” she said.
Betty’s eyes took on a squinty look as she absorbed this news. All eyes focused back on Patrick, who was wringing his hands nervously.
“And what’s the situation with your mum now, Patrick?” Evette asked.
He took a shaky breath. “Mum threw Joe out. Now she won’t stop crying. I couldn’t get her to come out of her room this morning.”
“You did the right thing coming here,” soothed Evette.
“After the horse had already bolted,” muttered Simone. “I’ll go over there and check on her.” She shot a daggered look at Patrick, which made him shrink into his chair. In that moment he looked much younger than his twenty years, despite the beard and bravado. He looked like his mum around the eyes, and Star found herself torn between wanting to coddle him and wanting to throttle him.
“It’s worse than that,” said Patrick quietly.
“How can it be worse?” Star asked exasperatedly.
“Joe was on our side. I mean, he was kind of a double agent but in our favor.”
“How?” asked Simone.
“I went over to the Rowan Tree Inn, just now. I wanted to talk to Troy.”
“Troy?” asked Star, surprised.
“I wanted to talk to a bloke, okay? Sometimes I just need to talk man-to-man with someone. I spotted Gilbert in there having a full English breakfast with some big blokes in suits. I couldn’t believe he was here, in Rowan Thorp. He was moaning about his ‘good-for-nothing nephew’ who was making life hard for him. Trying to block his plans for the hotel and get him to let us stay. He’s come down to have it out with Joe, face-to-face.”
“Christ on a bike!” exclaimed Simone.
“I don’t think there’s much love lost between them,” Patrick went on.
“If I might be allowed to interpose,” Betty began, in a tone that implied she was going to whether she was allowed or not, “I think you’ll find this Gilbert fella doesn’t have the right to turn the building into a boutique hotel.”
“That’s not really our main concern at the moment, Betty,” Simone said a little snappishly.
