There was only one way to see who was telling the truth. Clay logged onto Jack-cam and re-wound the disc. Daddy was confronting Jack about Jack-cam and Jack had no clue what he was talking about. Clay watched as Daddy grabbed Jack's arm and wished that he could be that forward with Jack himself. Clay leaned forward as Jack said something quietly to Daddy. He turned the volume up wondering why Jack was so close to him. "Why would I want Clay when I can have you instead?" Clay's heart stopped for a moment clenching his teeth hoping Daddy wasn't being honest, but felt a little relief when Jack hit Daddy and threw him out. Clay didn't know what he would have done if Jack had actually touched Daddy, he'd probably check himself into a mental hospital. He'd have to calm Daddy down while acting like he hated Jack-for now.
"Sash, there's really no need to stay" Jack said as Sash put a blanket on the sofa. Jack had called him straight after he'd thrown "Daddy" out. "If he comes back, I need to be here" Sash told him kindly. He'd tried to pursuade Jack to go to the police, but since Jack had thrown the first punch they figured Lloyd could charge him. "Why was he here in the first place?" Sash asked. "One reason really, Clay" "The birthday boy's brother" Sash realised remembering the guy that couldn't take his eyes of Jack. "Yeah" Jack said as he refused to let Clay's face enter his mind. "We we're just friends that's all, his Daddy Lloyd thinks otherwise...I Can't believe I hit him" Jack said as he pleaced his head in his cupped palm. "Jack you did what you had to do" Sash said as he put his arms around Jack's shoulders and rocked him slowly backwards and forwards. "l'll protect you" Sash promised.
Jack was glad that Sash would help him stay safe, but it was a pity Sash couldn't protect his bank account. About a week after he got paid by the super, he was out for a meal with Sash when his debit card got rejected. He tried it again and had to let Sash pay, which he didn't mind doing but it was embarassing for both of them. "I haven't spent more than thirty quid" Jack said puzzled. He went to his bank and got a statement. The first day he got his paycheck a third of it was taken out, then later on during the week the rest of of it had been stolen. He changed his account details, got a new card with a security protected account that had three passwords of Jack's on it.
Fortunately for Clay he knew every single one. Going over to Daddy's they waited until Eric had gone upstairs with a ready meal and his friends before they could talk about the Jack problem. Daddy had already hidden a tool-kit under the sink. Clay sat down while Daddy wanted Jack's stats. "Son we may as well go tonight, tie him up, kick him around, then use the blades, as long as we cover ourselves, they'll be no blood on us" "Daddy we can't beat him up" Clay told him quietly. "Dammit Clay have you seen what this freak did to me?" Daddy asked pointing at his face. "Eric thinks I got my ass kicked, I'm not having my sons thinking less of me" "Daddy we don't" Clay said standing up to reach for Daddy's shoulder, but Daddy stormed away to the window.
"We can't lay on finger on him" Daddy spun round. "Yet" Clay continued. "Jack's already been in hospital, and been falsely charged. "Not this time" Daddy argued. "His file is being checked, not just by police, but by rich people who can pay for the best lawyers. "Jack is the worst target we can go for right now" "Why should we let him get away with this?" Daddy asked. "Daddy did Jack let you in, or did you break in?" Clay asked knowing the answer already because he'd already seen it. Daddy stayed silent. "If you come forward Jack could charge you. Daddy I can handle this" Clay told him slowly. "Clay you can't find targets on your own" Daddy told him. "You used to be friends, you'll go too easy on that bastard" Clay shook his head. "Daddy I want him to pay, way more than you do. He's treated us both like crap. We have to be patient Daddy" Clay warned. "It'll be a while before we get Jack, but we will"
Sash made a few calls before finally calling DannyV. "Sash stop the phone-sex, it's pissing me off" DannyV joked. "DannyV, what can you tell me about Mr Clay Turner" Sash asked. "Answer me honestly, I will find out anyway. How good is he with computers?" Sash asked. "I don't know" DannyV answered. "What do you think he's done?" "It doesn't matter" Sash answered. "Does he have a record?" Sash asked. "Clay's clean" DannyV said regretfully as Sash ended the call. He wondered whether he was barking up the wrong tree when he looked up Clay's job. Someone who worked with computers for a living had to know the tricks of the trade.
The next morning Clay walked down the quiet street to open Roy's shop [Roy was late] and he blew on his hands and let himself in, only to feel his back being pushed as a shadow rushed by him. Clay pulled his cell out to call the police, but held it still when he heard the foreign accent. "Clay right? You know why I'm here" Sash said and Clay figured that he was here on Jack's behalf somehow, but this was none of Sash's business. "Jack hit Daddy" Clay told him. "Did Jack send you here?" Sash shook his head. "I don't know why you two are going after Jack, but it's a bad idea" Sash warned. "You don't even know us. Daddy's a nice man and Jack gave him a bruise" Clay protested. "You or your "Daddy" step anywhere near Jack and both of you will be held in custody" Sash explained.
"That's rich" "Which I'am" Sash told him. "You should be the one in custody away from Jack. I know what you did" Sash smiled, not having a clue what this deluded kid was talking about. "Nice store" Sash said dryly. "Know all there is about computers? Jack's been missing some money" "Poor Jack" Clay said acting like he knew nothing. "Mr Gavrik, I'm just a simple lat rat, commie geek, I wouldn't know how to get cash" "I guess, it certainly looks like you need it" Sash said as Clay noticed him looking at his jogging bottoms.
"What does that mean?" Clay asked. Sash purposely rolled up his sleeve to check the time showing Clay his seven carat gold watch. "Jack doesn't want you in his life and that also means away from his credit cards, understand?" Sash said. "As I've said I've no idea what your talking about" Clay said looking out the window for Roy. "Play dumb Clay, Jack says your good at that, but I'm not going to be outsmarted by a demented Daddy's boy that lives with a waitress who dresses like a prostitute" Sash said insultingly. Clay gritted his teeth at the horrid mention of Claire.
"At least I don't treat her like one"
"Excuse me?" Sash asked with a surprised switch to his voice.
"You heard Gavrik" Clay growled. "I may dress like trash but I don't act like a rapist" Sash squinted but before he could could say anything they were interrupted by Roy. "Sorry I'm late..." He looked from one man to another and figured Sash must be a customer. "Is Clay working on your laptop Sir?" He asked. "He will be" Sash said with a smile as he shook Roy's hand and left. "What was that about?" Roy asked. "I've no clue" Clay told him honestly. "Wanna coffee?" Clay asked changing the subject. Sash had a lot of nerve to go to his workplace, talking crap about his clothes, his friends, his relationship with Jack. Sash didn't know the first thing about it.
Clay had to stop him from interfering, but knew that touching a hair on Sash's head was impossible. In his lunch break he did a little research on Gavrik's parents. His father IIya was still in politics, while his mother Elena was a well known journalist. Every article that she had written within the last seven years had sold out within days. Clay assumed they didn't know that their precious baby boy was molesting a builder behind their backs.
He got home pissed off, but hid it from Claire as she gave him dinner. He picked at the vegetables and avoided her lovely homeade macaroni cheese. Claire sat on the sofa with him and rubbed his shoulders. "Work bothering you baby?" She asked. "No" Clay answered. "Just people. When we get some time off, we really should get away" Clay thought thinking about watching Jack-cam on a beach while Claire was sunbathing in a bikini out of the corner of his eye. "Where would you like to go?" Claire asked leaning against him. "Anywhere, just as long as you're there" Clay ran his hand though her hair and kissed her on the forehead. Claire took the opportunity to kiss his neck softly then his lips. Clay kissed her back, and Claire put her body over his and began to take his shirt off. Clay leaned up and ran his hand over her back and under her top. Claire's curves couldn't be compared to Jack's muscular sweaty back, but Clay had a good imagination. He could fantasize his way out of this. Couldn't he?