Page 116 of Together in Harmony
“Whoa! Mercury Rising!”
“Hello,” Asa peers at her name tag, “Ashley. We are here to see Mr. Towers, senior and junior.”
She looks flustered. “Oh, Mr. Towers is not supposed to have any visitors. And Mr. Screech said he wasn’t to be disturbed,” she chews her lip. “I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s all arranged,” Hugo says smoothly. “Maybe it got organized on someone else’s shift?”
I watch her frown. “Oh, that must be it. It’s my first day here. I was just told absolutely no visitors. But I’m sure Mr. Screech didn’t mean you.”
“Yeah, it was Screech who invited us himself,” I say.
Then I give her my sexiest Lennox grin. “Thanks for looking after our friend Clash, he’s a lucky man to have such a pretty nurse.”
She flushes red. “Come in, I’ll take you to the library then go inform Mr. Screech you are here.”
We all enter, and as she heads off in one direction, I slip off in another.
Stage one accomplished.
Now Hugo and Asa are going to keep Clash and Screech occupied while me and the team find Harmony.
Left and then left again, go down a corridor and open the door on the right.
I look down at my hands. I’ve drawn a large L and R on them. Today would not be a good day to go in the wrong direction.
Aha!
Once the side entrance is unlocked, my team pour in. I feel like a total badass. I love having a team at my beck and call!
Focus Lennox.
I send a text to Hugo and Asa.
“Teem in plase”
We hurry through some corridors toward the blinking dot on the tablet. A closed door ahead has a glowing sign above it. It must be Clash’s recording studio.
No one will hear us coming! Excellent.
But also, I’m not quite sure what to do next, so I keep it simple.
I just open the door.
HARMONY
The door opens, and like a blonde, tattooed avenging angel, my darling Lennox is standing there.
Screech swivels around. He’s holding a knife.
Where did that come from?
“Be careful,” I shout.
Lennox’s face is icy. “Put the fucking knife down, or you are gonna get more fucked up than you even know is possible.”
I can see more people assembled in the corridor behind Lennox. Loads of them. Inside the room, Screech, and I are facing the doorway. Dad’s wheelchair is in the middle of us, but several feet back.
Screech spits and froths like a rabid animal. “No! She’s my toy! If I can’t have her, no one can.”
