At the breakfast table….
Bren, giving Liam his hearty English breakfast of crumpets and
hot tea.
Liam Niles, sipping his last bit of breakfast tea with a bite of
crumpet, he took a sizable glance of Bren pacing back and
forth in the kitchen, then sat across the table with him.
Bren, her arm lay out on the table, her chin resting on her up
right hand, unsettled.
Liam places his hand over her hand. ”Bren, you can pace all
day, fret with your fingers, even throw a pan at me, but I
stand by my word. I assure you, I will use all my powers of
deduction to bring her back.”
Bren, placed her hand upon his. “I know Liam. You will.”
Pastor Drake gruff. “And Tauna being played like a chess
piece.”
Liam acknowledged. “That’s just it sir. From day one of my
arrival, I knew Tauna was a sought after commodity. Without
her, no man can take over the Chapel. As her detective, she is
now my responsibility as I see fit in her protection. Now, Sir,
Bren, please excuse me. I have a continued assignment to
conceal a precious gem.” He pulls his chair away from the
table, then leaves.
Liam begins to tread down the hallway “Sir, I’ll be back later.”
Pastor Drake and Bren, walking after him.
Pastor Drake step forward. “Liam! Son!”
Liam turns to face him. “Yes Sir?”
Pastor Drake adamant. “How are you going to bring our
daughter back to us?”
Liam sighs heavily. “Don’t worry sir. I will find a way to get her
back. You both know I have always protected Tauna, you,
Bren and this chapel. Please don’t doubt me now. I will not
hesitate to injure upon my oath. I must go.”
A few minutes later…
Liam stands in his room staring out his window, placing his
arm onto the window sill, resting his head onto his wrist, he
looks out into the far distance. “Have a beautiful day, little
girl.”