Chapter 8 #2
I only have to wait a few minutes when there’s a banging on the door.
Good grief. He’ll have the door off its hinges at this rate.
Rushing to open it, he charges past me as soon as the door opens.
“I need to know everything you have on him. Don’t leave anything out and what background checks did you do?
Was there anything that could be a red flag?
How did he hear about the job at the practice?
Has he been hanging around outside his contracted hours?
Why is he always at Jamie’s house?” The questions are flying at me so fast, I’m not sure I’ve even registered them all.
“Fury! Stop. Calm down and tell me what’s happened.
Most of all, who is him?” I spin him to face away from me and shove him into the kitchen.
Trying to get him to sit at the table isn’t happening.
He is pacing up and down, first wringing his hands together and then punching a fist into his palm.
His blood pressure must be sky high and he’ll give himself a heart attack at this rate.
“Tim. That him. Tim. Who else?” He looks at me like I should know what the heck he is talking about.
“Tim? I know only one Tim, Fury. Tim the handyman at the practice. That Tim?” I sit at the table because he’s making me dizzy just watching him dancing around like his ass is on fire.
“Of course, that Tim. Who else? What do we know about him? Is he a good person? Has he got a record? Any history that we should look closer at?”
“Why are you interested in Tim the handyman all of a sudden? Do you need some work done or something? He’s making a first-class job of the pots, gardens and borders at the practice. He’s been looking at Jamie’s beds, too, I think.”
“Oh, has he? I fuckin’ knew it. He can just stay the hell out of her beds. I’ll fuckin’ kill him. I knew he was up to no good the first time I saw him at Jamie’s house. Sneaking in and out at all hours of the day. I bet he’s been snooping through her stuff while she’s been away from her home.”
Fury’s face is scarlet, and I’m not following much of his rant.
“Stop. Stop right there and shut the hell up. Start from the beginning and tell me slowly and precisely what you are talking about.” Staring hard at him, he finally starts to get his normal color back in his cheeks.
“Sit down and talk slowly so I can make sense of any of this.”
“I know what his game is. He’s the one who wants Jamie dead. He wants to take over her houses and sell them for the cash. I just need to know where you fit into all this? Are you in it for the practice? Did you know him before Jamie gave you the job or did that come after?” Fury snarls.
I stare at him gobsmacked for several seconds before I slip off my chair, walk slowly around the table and stand before him. He watches me as I walk up to him, and I don’t recognize any of the Fury I know as I look into his eyes.
“You have some balls to come into my house and make an accusation like that. You are one dumb son of a bitch.” With that, I punch him with every fiber of my being and hit him squarely on the nose.
Before the blood has time to spurt, I let him have another, this time in the mouth.
I squeal at that one as I’m not sure if I just broke my fingers.
Shaking my hand as though that will ease the pain, I watch as he just sits there with blood dripping from his nose and a split lip. “Why did you hit me?” He cannot be serious, surely?
“Why did I hit you? You just accused me of being part of a conspiracy to murder my best friend. That’s why I hit you, you moron!
Where on God’s green earth do you get such an idea from?
What is this bullshit about Tim wanting Jamie dead?
You… You’re… AAARGH!” With that, I slap him, and if he hadn’t grabbed my wrists, I would have carried on slapping him until the middle of next week.
“But Tim keeps sneaking in and out of her house. I’ve seen him twice now…”
“He’s not sneaking. He has a key to get in and out. That isn’t sneaking,” I snap.
“Why does he have a key? I never had a key. I had to knock and be let in.” Letting go of my wrists, he looks completely at a loss.
“He has a key because she wasn’t home, and I gave him one so he could fill the kitchen with groceries that I asked him to buy for her.” Watching the blood drip onto my kitchen floor, I grab a towel and tell him to hold it over his nose and lip.
“You had me worried sick when you called. You men can be such idiots at times. How would killing Jamie get Tim possession of her houses? She’ll have a will in place.
She’s too smart not to have one. As for me wanting her practice.
You need your head examined if you think I’d be party to any such nonsense.
That’s something else that will be covered in her will. ”
“I thought that Jamie and Tim were, you know…”
I sigh as I respond. “I take it back. You’re far too stupid to be an idiot.”
Hearing the front door and then footsteps approaching, I look around and see Breaker walk into the kitchen. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees the state of Fury with blood everywhere and then looks at me with such a blank look I could almost laugh.
“This…this idiot thought Tim the handyman and me were the ones trying to kill Jamie.” I put my hands on my hips and then flinch when it hurts my fingers.
“Tim? I thought his name was Tom?” Breaker frowns at me.
“Tom is one of the doctors. Tim is… Oh, never mind.”
Somebody save me. I can’t cope with two of them.