Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Human In Freezer~

Kate had tried to subdue her moan for the past forty five minutes now and it wasn’t working because she was on cloud nine. She had clenched her hands to her bedspread, pulled it and willing to tear it apart as Tony buried his head between her convulsing legs, giving her cunnilingus. She smacked her lips, rolled out her tongue and wriggled over the bed in sweet-hurt ecstasy. When they thought their time together was going to be eternal then came a bashing knock on the door, “Kate! Kate! The voice yelled.

Like the quenching noise of the train, came a pause to Kate’s moan as they both flinched from each other, pacing round the room confusedly unable to fathom what course of action to take because the window suddenly became stiff to open for him to escape as usual. They whispered on the next line of action since they were up a creek without a paddle.

“Kate, are you alright?” the voice asked yet further and the handle on the door wound down, “Open the door,” the voice ordered yet further.

When Kate turned around she couldn’t find Tony; she couldn’t predict where he had hidden. Without hesitating she squeezed into her lingerie and made to the door. It was Mrs. Fanny shooting a frown at Kate who had already feigned a dull unsightly look.

“What is up with you, star girl?” she queried and walked in hastily, inspecting her room with her stare, “You have been crying or what. I overheard your voice while discussing with your father downstairs and I thought you were on thin ice,” she disclosed to Kate, gazing upon her face.

Kate had her back to Mrs. Fanny, staring at the wall and forcing out tears from her eyes to push further her pretense.

“What is she looking at?” inquired Mrs. Fanny who appeared at her side to see tears’ trickling down her cheeks, with her eyes all red and face in patches of crimson. “Oh, heaven’s baby why are you all tears?” she wiped the tears and hugged her. “Can you elaborate to me, please?” She peered at her face.

“I am not happy about all this – the missing gold watch and the tape and all the police nightmares. I feel withdrawn from my life right now. This whole thing is tearing me apart,” she cried. In her head she was contemplating Tony’s whereabouts. Tony was somewhere in her room, about to be caught by her mother. Whatever would happen in the course of being caught by her mother both of them would bell the cat; she agreed inwardly.

“We are in this box together,” Mrs. Fanny uttered, “As long as you breathe, troubles and quandary will always dare you,” she advised. “You see, there’ is no end to predicament for the living. Problems are eternal. As soon as you are solving this one, another will surface. But I want you to know I will be by your side through thick and thin” She wiped her tears and made Kate rest her head on her shoulders as she nursed her. “Take a look at your room.” She gaped around her room, and dashed to her wardrobe at once. Kate breathed fast being chaotic within herself that Tony was in there, and removing one or two clothes would unveil Tony like a mouse that escaped from its predator. “Your wardrobe is as terrible as the pig’s dung,” she said and took off some littered cloths from their spot and hung.

Kate stared closely, round the bend, and suffering from the fear that churned her stomach; it was end of road for Tony because Mrs. Fanny had busied herself with her wardrobe, dropping all the cloths on the floor one after the other and adjusting her bags to a corner.

Kate interrupted, “Go away, mom. I can take care of myself. I can fix my wardrobe, is not too messy.”

Mrs. Fanny eyed Kate, and about to remove the very last sets of cloth which Kate perceived to be Tony’s hideout Mr. Fanny appeared at the door, “What is going on here?” he asked advancing into the room.

Kate dried her tears and brightened up.

Mrs. Fanny paused and explained, “I am helping her with this.” She pointed to the wardrobe and the entirety of her room.

Mr. Fanny said, “But I thought she was all tears.”

“Not really,” replied Mrs. Fanny, etching her face with a smile as Mr. Fanny turned to take his leave.

Instantly she drifted to Kate, “I don’t really want to spill the beans. Your dad must not know you have been crying over the police case, so wipe your tears.” She squeezed her nose at the surrounding, “Put your room in order, “I got to join your dad downstairs. I will be back,” she said and trudged away.

Kate was glad to see the back of her mother – she hurriedly slammed the door and made for her wardrobe to remove the cloths. But there was no sign of Tony. “Where the hell are you, Tee?” she whispered, combing round the room with her eyes.

There was a short strident move – and it was coming from the freezer. Quickly Kate made for it and opened. Behold Tony was cold and bone-dried. He had been there.

Brian raised his hands into the air, fidgety and resting against his car as the four armed boys searched him. One of the boys opened his car, scrambled into the pigeon hole, and searched out some wads of dollars which he kissed before pocketing and scrambled other areas of the car. Mr. Biscuit was nowhere to be found – no sign of it or its bark.

“Did you find any dosh?” one of the boys asked the one in the car and he answered positive and promised to find more money from granny’s boy.

One of the boys cursed, “Pussy, so you want to disobey us and live. We told you to get us twenty thousand dollars. What is keeping you? Or do you prefer we let your granny know you are a rapist?”

Brian snarled, “That’s fallacious. I am not a rapist.”

“Keep shut before I end dinner on your damn ass,” commanded one of the boys.

“I know Tony hired you guys to be a pain in my ass –“

One of the boys went running to blow off steam as he punched Brian on the head. The other kicked him in the buttocks and dazed him a blow in the face and eyes. He was bitten black and blue. The boy in the car made his last search behind the driver’s seat, and found Brian’s ID card, bearing, ‘Neighborhood Watch’ and he smiled and pocketed it.

At a flash, police siren blared at earshot and the boys made for their Cadillac and fled with their tyres screeching as it swerved before they headed into the other side of the road and turned to the tunnel opposite and disappeared.

Soon the police arrived at the scene being led by Mr. Biscuit - it had raced to their station to invite them over.