They walked down the back lane in silence oblivious of the danger close by. An unstable deadly bomb was being built by a man with an unstable deadly mind. He talked quietly as he worked. “I’ll get the bastards who killed you. I’ll get them, and their friends. They’ll be sorry.”
“How dangerous is Colleen’s brother?” Lindsay asked.
“I don’t know. He was all right until his sister was killed. Now he’s lost all reason. John’s suffering too, but his grief is private and not vengeful. I hope John finds Patrick and takes him back to Ireland.”
“Michael, Patrick killed my friends didn’t he. He made the car bomb that blew up the disco!”
“I don’t know for sure. John and I followed him to a pub in Richmond that night. He said he was going to the club. He was drunk and sad. He didn’t make much sense, but we thought the worst that would happen was he’d start a fight. We planned to meet him and go with him, just to keep him out of trouble, but he got away from us. We arrived just a the shit hit the fan and the car outside exploded.”
“Did you see Patrick at the fire? Was he there?”
“No, that’s why I can’t talk to the cops yet. I don’t want them to arrest him. If they do he’ll never get away because all of the evidence points at him. What if it wasn’t him?”
“I know you want to believe he isn’t responsible, but who else could it be?”
“Colleen!” Michael said quietly.
“Oh come on, you don’t really believe that. Colleen is a restless spirit. She’s a figment of our troubled minds.”
“Lindsay, you saw her at the window. You’ve heard her voice.”
“Yes, but ghosts can’t make bombs!”
“Quiet! Did you hear that?”
Lindsay and Michael stood still and listened.
“Its John.” Michael said. He ran towards the sound of John’s voice. Lindsay followed reluctantly. As she ran, she heard another loud angry voice. There was a loud splash and then silence.
Lindsay froze, something was wrong. She turned and came face to face with her dead friend. Mel was no longer burned and disfigured, but the vibrant happy young girl that Lindsay had grown up with.
The shadowy figure in front of her smiled and disappeared.
“MEL!” Dammit, I’m seeing things.
Lindsay set off after Michael again, but didn’t get far. There was an almighty explosion. The ground shook, knocking off her feet, throwing her backwards into the old stone wall. She bounced off it like a rag doll, banging her head as she was flung precariously towards the river Swale. Lindsay grabbed at trees and clumps of grass to stop herself from falling into the water and finally made contact with a low hanging branch. She clung on for dear life, her toes dangling just above the river. Branches and leaves hurtled past her like missiles. Helpless and afraid, Lindsay clung to the branch and prayed.
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