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Back Sinner Save as PDF
Chapters (56)
  1. SINNER
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. 1
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  52. Acknowledgements
  53. Keep Reading …
  54. About the Author
  55. Also by Jacqui Rose
  56. About the Publisher

‘Yeah, but I want to see Barry. Not tomorrow, not next week, today. You got that?’

‘Totally. If I take it now, I can be back within twenty minutes and let you know how long Barry will be.’ And with that, Alan scurried out of the pub.

An hour had come and gone, and Alfie was kicking himself for being so stupid. Alan was a druggie, and it was obvious by now that he had just taken his money and run. But then, what else could he have done? He could hardly have said no to him. If there had been a chance to meet Barry, he hadn’t wanted to risk messing that up for the sake of five hundred quid, and as such, he’d had to put his better judgement aside. The other reason he’d given Alan the money was he’d hoped that it was true. He’d hoped what Alan had said about meeting Barry was true because it would’ve meant being one step closer to rescuing that little boy whose haunted eyes reminded him of his own, when he was around that age. But now, now he was steaming, and he wasn’t going to leave the estate until he got his hands on Alan.

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Driving around the back of the estate, Alfie’s gaze darted about. Suddenly he slammed on the brakes as he caught a glimpse of Alan, wandering over an area of wasteland behind a large block of flats.

Pulling over as quickly as he could, Alfie jumped out of the car and sprinted across to where Alan – who’d just looked over his shoulder – was.

Fear was pencilled over Alan’s face as he began to run, whilst Alfie screamed after him. ‘Oi! Oi! I’m going to fucking kill you! You hear me! Alan! Alan!’

Terrified, Alan squealed like a pig as he headed towards the underground car park, hurtling along and slipping on the wet ground as he did so.

Coming to the entrance of the flats’ car park, Alfie looked left and right, unable to see where Alan had gone. But he knew that he couldn’t have gone far, and one way or another Alfie was going to find him.

Walking in, Alfie bent down, picking up a small scaffolding pole, which had been discarded along with a heap of household rubbish, tipped in the corner.

‘Alan, mate! If I were you, I’d give up!’ As Alfie spoke he looked under all the parked cars, tapping the pole in his hand.

‘Come on, you know you can’t get far, mate. You want a bit of advice? The longer I can’t find you, the more pissed off I’ll be, and you know what I’ll do then, Alan? I’ll take it all out on you.’