Lost Innocence by Simon Palmer - HTML preview

THIRTY SIX

NIGEL STOOD staring at out of the window as he hung up the phone. All was quiet - all was still.

He turned in a rage and threw his mobile against the wall - it cracked but didn't break. He stepped over to the conference table, took a grip then hurled it over. He picked up a chair, threw it to the window; it bounced back - almost hit him, the window didn't break and neither did the chair.

He pulled the TV from its place and pushed it to the floor. It fell; the cord stretched and held the screen from reaching the floor. He was about to pull over a bookcase when Pang walked in. He was shocked to see the state of the suite and the rage on Nigel's face. "Mr Nigel? What wrong?"

Nigel faced Pang red-faced and out of breath "Harvey's been shot."

"Is he alive?"

"He's alive."

"What you want to do?"

Nigel bit his bottom lip and squinted his eyes.

"If Nincotte wants a war, we'll give him a fucking war."

"Where you want to go?"

"….To the police station, Pang….."

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