Chapter 5
The loft
When Duncan lifted the gate on the elevator he saw Sandi was sat on the sofa reading a magazine "I hope you don't mind but I made myself a coffee, I didn't want to disturb you and your friend. I hope it wasn't anything serious?"
"No that's fine. I'll just have a quick shower," Duncan said as he walked towards the bathroom ignoring her attempt at fishing for what Joe wanted. As the warm water cascaded over his body his mind ran through his options. Maybe if he could get Sandi to take a break from training for a couple of days, he would then have time to deal with Rodolfo.
As he was dressing after his shower he then thought about the car that had followed them the other night. If they worked for Rodolfo then he didn't have as long as he hoped. As he walked back into the loft Sandi was just pouring herself another coffee "Want one?"
"Please" he said as he walked towards her "Sandi I have a few things I have to sort out. How do you feel about taking a break from training for a few days?"
Sandi thought as she poured Duncan a coffee, the thought of having to spend any more time than necessary at the Chester made her skin crawl. "I'd rather not. The tournament is getting closer every day".
Duncan turned away from her intense gaze after he took the cup of coffee from her "Can't I just use the dojo while you do what ever you have to do?"
"It's a long way here from your hotel. Maybe we could find you something closer for a few days" Duncan said as he walked over to the window. "I can't afford anything else but I could always take a bus or something"
Duncan pinched the bridge of his nose "No it's ok we'll work round what I have to do".
He didn't like the thought of her wandering alone through a strange city, especially on the streets surrounding the Chester. Sandi put her cup down and picked up her fencing gear "I'll just put these back downstairs, I won't be long".
As Sandi disappeared downstairs Duncan crossed over to the sofa. Sandi's small brown bag was on the table; it was open and perched on the top was her passport. Duncan remembered what Methos had told him the other night. He glanced over to the door he had just seen Sandi go through before reaching for the passport.
Flicking through the pages there were stamps from many countries for the last 2 years, then he came to the photograph at the back. The picture was definitely the woman he knew then he checked the name, Surname – Knight, Given name – Alessandrine.
His eyes fell back to the photograph; even from the flat image her deep blue eyes seemed to have a hypnotic quality. He only managed to tear his eyes away when he heard her voice. "Find anything good?"
"Sorry, I just saw it on the top of your bag and couldn't resist having a look at your photograph" Duncan replied a little startled by her arrival
"Hideous isn't it." Sandi said as she took the passport from Duncan's hand and looked down at the photograph "They say if you look like your passport photograph, you must be too ill to travel"
Sandi looked up at Duncan smiling as he replied, "It's not that bad".
"I guess you also noticed my name?" Sandi asked as she put the passport back into her bag. "Yes, it's unusual"
Sandi pushed some of her hair behind her ear as she sat down on the sofa. "My father used to tell me that my mother was going through her Greek period when I came along. As I couldn't say it as a child my father started calling me Sandrine and then it got shortened to Sandi."
Sandi then laughed, "What's so funny?" questioned Duncan.
"My mother once told me that my name is the feminine form of Alexander – Defender of Mankind. That is a hell of a thing to try and live up to, don't you think?" Sandi replied her face alight with amusement.
"I think it's a very pretty name," Duncan said as he walked to the kitchen putting the coffee cups into the sink. "Ok I'll drop you back at your hotel and I'll pick you up later for the theatre. If that's alright?"
Sandi had started to become accustomed to spending her days with him and she wasn't keen on spending time on her own. "That's fine with me. This theatre thing isn't really dressy is it?"
"No, anything smart will do" Duncan replied as he picked up the keys to the T-Bird.
Not much was said as Duncan drove Sandi back to the hotel. She couldn't help noticing that he had seemed distracted ever since his friend's arrival and she couldn't help wondering what was said.
As Sandi got out of the car Duncan leaned across the seat "I'll pick you up at 7, ok?"
Sandi nodded as she closed the door, she heard the T-Bird pull away and she was left looking up at the shabby place she was calling home.
"I've got a few hours to kill, I guess I had better find something to do" Sandi said to herself as she walked up the front steps.
The traffic was quite light as Duncan drove towards his old antiques store, with every passing mile he could feel his heart getting heavier.
As he slowly pulled the T-Bird into the kerb he looked over at the store, the outside hadn't changed very much except for the sign. As he watched the door opened and a tall blonde haired women walked out and for a split second Duncan's heart missed a beat but as she turned towards the car he could see it wasn't Tessa.
He must have sat there for half an hour before he managed to bring himself to open the car door. He hadn't been back since he told Ritchie to sell it after Tessa was killed. He wouldn't be here now if he didn't need to know if Rodolfo had been here. As he reached for the door handle he noticed that his hand was slightly trembling.
As he walked through the door he stopped after only a couple of steps, he recognised nothing the whole store had been redone. An elegantly dressed middle aged, slim man with his glasses perched on the end of his nose, seemed to glide over to him "Is there anything I can help you with Sir?"
"Err...I was looking of the owner" Duncan said as his eyes roamed around the brightly coloured canvas on the wall. "That would be me Charles Villeneuve and you are?"
"Duncan MacLeod" Duncan replied reaching out his hand. Charles took hold of his hand and Duncan could see a thoughtful look come across his face.
"Isn't that strange the last owner of this store was called MacLeod" Charles said as his free hand patted the back of Duncan's. Duncan pulled his hand from Charles's grip "Yeah, I know it was me".
"Ohh...well as you can see I've made a few changes. The interior was a little dated for my tastes...No offence intended".
"None taken" Duncan said as he started to walk around the pictures "Are these yours?"
"Alas no, I wish I had the talent of these artists but I don't. However, I do have a talent for selling art. Perhaps I could interest you in the Philippe Roynon" Charles said as he guided Duncan over to a brightly coloured, swirling, and room sized picture.
"Err...it is nice but all I want is some information" Duncan winced as he looked at the picture it wasn't his taste at all. "I'll tell you what I can".
"Has anyone been asking about me recently?" Duncan said as he started to wander around the gallery. "Maybe a tall man with a scar down the left side of his face?"
Charles followed keeping a few steps behind "No I don't think so. I'm here every day except Saturday, I could ask Tommy but he's not coming in until tomorrow".
Duncan put his hand in his pocket searching for a card "Here, you can call me on this number."
Charles took the card "If some one should come in do you want me to give them your number?"
"No, just call me" Duncan said as he turned to leave but something seemed to root him to the spot, there in front of him was one of Tessa's pieces. Duncan swallowed hard biting his bottom lip. Charles had seen the expression on his face "I hope you don't mind but I was a great admirer of your late partners work and when I realised this used to be her workshop I just had to have a piece here."
Duncan turned to Charles and smiled weakly "It's fine. I'm sure Tessa would've like it. Call me if you find anything?"
Duncan didn't wait for a reply before he left the store. He walked around the corner stopping by the nearest lamppost, he rested one hand on the lamppost and the other he covered his face. This had been more emotional than he had been prepared for; he took a few deep breaths before making his way to the car.
Charles watched as Duncan walked around the corner through the window he then walked across the store to the office. He picked up another card that was lying on the desk by the phone. He dialled the number on it before dropping the card back onto the desk. As the phone rang Charles tapped the card Duncan had given him on the desk. "He was here, I have what you want. Now please let my daughter go"
"Give me the address" was the cold answer from the other end of the phone. Charles read out the information on Duncan's card. Then there was silence "My daughter?"
"If the information is correct, she will be returned to you" the phone then went dead.
The dojo
With all the emotion that was racing through him Duncan had decided to have a workout in an attempt to clear his mind. As he worked every muscle in his body he hadn't realised how the time had slipped past. It was nearly 6 pm when Duncan had finally went up to his loft; he only had time for a quick shower and to change before he had to leave to pick up Sandi.
Duncan had just got to the door when he realised that he had forgotten the tickets, he quickly crossed the room taking the tickets from the desk drawer before tucking them into the pocket of his black jacket.
The Chester
Sandi had tried on most of the clothes she had brought with her as she tried to decide what to wear tonight. She had finally decided on a pair of black trousers, boots and a flame red top that showed off her bare shoulders. Sandi sat by the window watching the comings and goings in the street below; unlike in the morning Sandi didn't feel comfortable waiting outside on the steps. As she saw Duncan's T-Bird turn the corner she grabbed her handbag and made her way to the street.
By the time Sandi had reached the entrance she could see Duncan was leant against the car. As she approached she could see his eyes roaming over her and she hoped she had made the right choice. "Is this ok?"
Duncan smiled "I'd say. Your carriage awaits My Lady".
The Theatre – Miss Saigon
As they took their seats Sandi looked around the theatre nearly every seat was taken, she turned to Duncan, who was flicking through the programme. "This must be a good show, it's nearly sold out."
Duncan handed her the programme "I had too order these tickets weeks ago".
Sandi was about to reply when the lights went down. So she settled back in her seat. As the curtain came down at the end Duncan looked down at Sandi's arm looped through his, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Oh sorry" Sandi said as she realised what she was doing, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"It's fine" Duncan replied as he brushed away a tear that had just started to roll down her cheek. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh yes, but that is really a sad ending" Sandi replied as she stood up following Duncan into the crowd as they made their way to the exit. They had just reached the door when Sandi realised that she didn't have her bag with her "Duncan, Duncan"
He stopped turning to her "What's wrong?"
"I've left my bag, I'll meet you at the car" before he could answer Sandi had started to push her way back into the theatre. The sea of people closed quickly around him and he was forced to go with the flow out into the street. Duncan waited for a short while before he sensed an Immortal; he walked towards the parking lot. The T-Bird was parked at the far end and he could just make out a figure, in the dim light, sat on the hood.
Duncan looked back to the Theatre entrance there was no sign of Sandi, so he walked towards his T-Bird. As he walked closer he could see the Immortal was indeed Rodolfo. Duncan sighed he knew he didn't have much time before Sandi would appear. The parking lot was nearly empty except for the few cars still queuing to get into the flow of traffic on the main road.
"MacLeod...You're not an easy man to find" Rodolfo said as he slipped from where he had been sitting.
"Rodolfo, we can't do this here" Duncan said as he reached inside his coat.
"This is a good a place as any other," Rodolfo said as he brought his sword out from his coat. Duncan backed away "What's the matter MacLeod are you too afraid to pay for what you did to me?"
"I'm not afraid to fight you if that is what you want. Just not here" Duncan had just finished speaking when Rodolfo lunged forward; Duncan brought his sword out parrying the blow.
It had taken Sandi sometime to find her bag as it had been kicked a few rows down from where she had been sitting. She was walking along checking her bag to see if anything was missing when she heard the unmistakable sound of metal on metal, she stopped so she could be sure of what she was hearing. She then followed the sound towards the parking lot, as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting she noticed Duncan and someone else by his car.
"Duncan?" she shouted
Duncan had just landed a kick to Rodolfo's head that sent him sprawling over the hood of the T-Bird, moving quickly he placed his blade at Rodolfo's neck before looking over to where Sandi was standing. Duncan pulled Rodolfo to his feet as he hid his sword back in his coat with the other hand "We'll finish this later".
"When?" Rodolfo sneered "An hour, the warehouse Baxter's Wharf."
Duncan was amazed Rodolfo seemed oblivious to the having very nearly lost his head "I'll be there, make sure you are or I will find you and your lady friend"
Duncan's hand suddenly grabbed Rodolfo's throat "You leave her out of this. This is between you and me".
Rodolfo smirked as he pulled Duncan's hand from his throat "Later".
He then turned and walked away into the darkness of the alley that ran behind the theatre. Sandi finally managed to move and ran to Duncan "Are you all right?"
Duncan looked around to make sure that no one else had seen what had been happening before placing his hand in the small of Sandi's back as he guided her to the car. "I'm fine, I just have something I need to take care of."
"Is there anything I can do?" Sandi asked as Duncan turned the key bringing the T-Bird to life. Duncan looked across "No. I'll take you to Joe's and I want you to stay there until I come for you. Understand?"
"I understand" was all Sandi said. Duncan had expected her to have a lot of questions but she didn't speak she just stared out of the window.
Joe's Bar
Joe was behind the bar when Duncan and Sandi arrived "Hi Mac".
Duncan showed Sandi to a table before making his way over to Joe. The look on Duncan's face told him that there was trouble.
"Rodolfo?" Joe asked as he lifted a bottle of whisky "Yeah. No thanks, I think I need to keep a clear head."
Joe poured himself a drink "So what can I do?"
Duncan looked over to Sandi "I need you to look after Sandi for a while and if..."
"That's not going to happen" Joe blurted out. Duncan wearily smiled "just look after her for me".
"Will do" Joe answered and he then watched as Duncan walked over to Sandi. He leaned over "I'll be back as soon as I can, Joe will keep you company".
Duncan then kissed her on the cheek before leaving. Sandi put her hand to where he had kissed her, if he had done it any other time she might have had a warm feeling about it but it had just sent a chill down her spine.
The loft
When Duncan lifted the gate on the elevator he saw Sandi was sat on the sofa reading a magazine "I hope you don't mind but I made myself a coffee, I didn't want to disturb you and your friend. I hope it wasn't anything serious?"
"No that's fine. I'll just have a quick shower," Duncan said as he walked towards the bathroom ignoring her attempt at fishing for what Joe wanted. As the warm water cascaded over his body his mind ran through his options. Maybe if he could get Sandi to take a break from training for a couple of days, he would then have time to deal with Rodolfo.
As he was dressing after his shower he then thought about the car that had followed them the other night. If they worked for Rodolfo then he didn't have as long as he hoped. As he walked back into the loft Sandi was just pouring herself another coffee "Want one?"
"Please" he said as he walked towards her "Sandi I have a few things I have to sort out. How do you feel about taking a break from training for a few days?"
Sandi thought as she poured Duncan a coffee, the thought of having to spend any more time than necessary at the Chester made her skin crawl. "I'd rather not. The tournament is getting closer every day".
Duncan turned away from her intense gaze after he took the cup of coffee from her "Can't I just use the dojo while you do what ever you have to do?"
"It's a long way here from your hotel. Maybe we could find you something closer for a few days" Duncan said as he walked over to the window. "I can't afford anything else but I could always take a bus or something"
Duncan pinched the bridge of his nose "No it's ok we'll work round what I have to do".
He didn't like the thought of her wandering alone through a strange city, especially on the streets surrounding the Chester. Sandi put her cup down and picked up her fencing gear "I'll just put these back downstairs, I won't be long".
As Sandi disappeared downstairs Duncan crossed over to the sofa. Sandi's small brown bag was on the table; it was open and perched on the top was her passport. Duncan remembered what Methos had told him the other night. He glanced over to the door he had just seen Sandi go through before reaching for the passport.
Flicking through the pages there were stamps from many countries for the last 2 years, then he came to the photograph at the back. The picture was definitely the woman he knew then he checked the name, Surname – Knight, Given name – Alessandrine.
His eyes fell back to the photograph; even from the flat image her deep blue eyes seemed to have a hypnotic quality. He only managed to tear his eyes away when he heard her voice. "Find anything good?"
"Sorry, I just saw it on the top of your bag and couldn't resist having a look at your photograph" Duncan replied a little startled by her arrival
"Hideous isn't it." Sandi said as she took the passport from Duncan's hand and looked down at the photograph "They say if you look like your passport photograph, you must be too ill to travel"
Sandi looked up at Duncan smiling as he replied, "It's not that bad".
"I guess you also noticed my name?" Sandi asked as she put the passport back into her bag. "Yes, it's unusual"
Sandi pushed some of her hair behind her ear as she sat down on the sofa. "My father used to tell me that my mother was going through her Greek period when I came along. As I couldn't say it as a child my father started calling me Sandrine and then it got shortened to Sandi."
Sandi then laughed, "What's so funny?" questioned Duncan.
"My mother once told me that my name is the feminine form of Alexander – Defender of Mankind. That is a hell of a thing to try and live up to, don't you think?" Sandi replied her face alight with amusement.
"I think it's a very pretty name," Duncan said as he walked to the kitchen putting the coffee cups into the sink. "Ok I'll drop you back at your hotel and I'll pick you up later for the theatre. If that's alright?"
Sandi had started to become accustomed to spending her days with him and she wasn't keen on spending time on her own. "That's fine with me. This theatre thing isn't really dressy is it?"
"No, anything smart will do" Duncan replied as he picked up the keys to the T-Bird.
Not much was said as Duncan drove Sandi back to the hotel. She couldn't help noticing that he had seemed distracted ever since his friend's arrival and she couldn't help wondering what was said.
As Sandi got out of the car Duncan leaned across the seat "I'll pick you up at 7, ok?"
Sandi nodded as she closed the door, she heard the T-Bird pull away and she was left looking up at the shabby place she was calling home.
"I've got a few hours to kill, I guess I had better find something to do" Sandi said to herself as she walked up the front steps.
The traffic was quite light as Duncan drove towards his old antiques store, with every passing mile he could feel his heart getting heavier.
As he slowly pulled the T-Bird into the kerb he looked over at the store, the outside hadn't changed very much except for the sign. As he watched the door opened and a tall blonde haired women walked out and for a split second Duncan's heart missed a beat but as she turned towards the car he could see it wasn't Tessa.
He must have sat there for half an hour before he managed to bring himself to open the car door. He hadn't been back since he told Ritchie to sell it after Tessa was killed. He wouldn't be here now if he didn't need to know if Rodolfo had been here. As he reached for the door handle he noticed that his hand was slightly trembling.
As he walked through the door he stopped after only a couple of steps, he recognised nothing the whole store had been redone. An elegantly dressed middle aged, slim man with his glasses perched on the end of his nose, seemed to glide over to him "Is there anything I can help you with Sir?"
"Err...I was looking of the owner" Duncan said as his eyes roamed around the brightly coloured canvas on the wall. "That would be me Charles Villeneuve and you are?"
"Duncan MacLeod" Duncan replied reaching out his hand. Charles took hold of his hand and Duncan could see a thoughtful look come across his face.
"Isn't that strange the last owner of this store was called MacLeod" Charles said as his free hand patted the back of Duncan's. Duncan pulled his hand from Charles's grip "Yeah, I know it was me".
"Ohh...well as you can see I've made a few changes. The interior was a little dated for my tastes...No offence intended".
"None taken" Duncan said as he started to walk around the pictures "Are these yours?"
"Alas no, I wish I had the talent of these artists but I don't. However, I do have a talent for selling art. Perhaps I could interest you in the Philippe Roynon" Charles said as he guided Duncan over to a brightly coloured, swirling, and room sized picture.
"Err...it is nice but all I want is some information" Duncan winced as he looked at the picture it wasn't his taste at all. "I'll tell you what I can".
"Has anyone been asking about me recently?" Duncan said as he started to wander around the gallery. "Maybe a tall man with a scar down the left side of his face?"
Charles followed keeping a few steps behind "No I don't think so. I'm here every day except Saturday, I could ask Tommy but he's not coming in until tomorrow".
Duncan put his hand in his pocket searching for a card "Here, you can call me on this number."
Charles took the card "If some one should come in do you want me to give them your number?"
"No, just call me" Duncan said as he turned to leave but something seemed to root him to the spot, there in front of him was one of Tessa's pieces. Duncan swallowed hard biting his bottom lip. Charles had seen the expression on his face "I hope you don't mind but I was a great admirer of your late partners work and when I realised this used to be her workshop I just had to have a piece here."
Duncan turned to Charles and smiled weakly "It's fine. I'm sure Tessa would've like it. Call me if you find anything?"
Duncan didn't wait for a reply before he left the store. He walked around the corner stopping by the nearest lamppost, he rested one hand on the lamppost and the other he covered his face. This had been more emotional than he had been prepared for; he took a few deep breaths before making his way to the car.
Charles watched as Duncan walked around the corner through the window he then walked across the store to the office. He picked up another card that was lying on the desk by the phone. He dialled the number on it before dropping the card back onto the desk. As the phone rang Charles tapped the card Duncan had given him on the desk. "He was here, I have what you want. Now please let my daughter go"
"Give me the address" was the cold answer from the other end of the phone. Charles read out the information on Duncan's card. Then there was silence "My daughter?"
"If the information is correct, she will be returned to you" the phone then went dead.
The dojo
With all the emotion that was racing through him Duncan had decided to have a workout in an attempt to clear his mind. As he worked every muscle in his body he hadn't realised how the time had slipped past. It was nearly 6 pm when Duncan had finally went up to his loft; he only had time for a quick shower and to change before he had to leave to pick up Sandi.
Duncan had just got to the door when he realised that he had forgotten the tickets, he quickly crossed the room taking the tickets from the desk drawer before tucking them into the pocket of his black jacket.
The Chester
Sandi had tried on most of the clothes she had brought with her as she tried to decide what to wear tonight. She had finally decided on a pair of black trousers, boots and a flame red top that showed off her bare shoulders. Sandi sat by the window watching the comings and goings in the street below; unlike in the morning Sandi didn't feel comfortable waiting outside on the steps. As she saw Duncan's T-Bird turn the corner she grabbed her handbag and made her way to the street.
By the time Sandi had reached the entrance she could see Duncan was leant against the car. As she approached she could see his eyes roaming over her and she hoped she had made the right choice. "Is this ok?"
Duncan smiled "I'd say. Your carriage awaits My Lady".
The Theatre – Miss Saigon
As they took their seats Sandi looked around the theatre nearly every seat was taken, she turned to Duncan, who was flicking through the programme. "This must be a good show, it's nearly sold out."
Duncan handed her the programme "I had too order these tickets weeks ago".
Sandi was about to reply when the lights went down. So she settled back in her seat. As the curtain came down at the end Duncan looked down at Sandi's arm looped through his, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Oh sorry" Sandi said as she realised what she was doing, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"It's fine" Duncan replied as he brushed away a tear that had just started to roll down her cheek. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh yes, but that is really a sad ending" Sandi replied as she stood up following Duncan into the crowd as they made their way to the exit. They had just reached the door when Sandi realised that she didn't have her bag with her "Duncan, Duncan"
He stopped turning to her "What's wrong?"
"I've left my bag, I'll meet you at the car" before he could answer Sandi had started to push her way back into the theatre. The sea of people closed quickly around him and he was forced to go with the flow out into the street. Duncan waited for a short while before he sensed an Immortal; he walked towards the parking lot. The T-Bird was parked at the far end and he could just make out a figure, in the dim light, sat on the hood.
Duncan looked back to the Theatre entrance there was no sign of Sandi, so he walked towards his T-Bird. As he walked closer he could see the Immortal was indeed Rodolfo. Duncan sighed he knew he didn't have much time before Sandi would appear. The parking lot was nearly empty except for the few cars still queuing to get into the flow of traffic on the main road.
"MacLeod...You're not an easy man to find" Rodolfo said as he slipped from where he had been sitting.
"Rodolfo, we can't do this here" Duncan said as he reached inside his coat.
"This is a good a place as any other," Rodolfo said as he brought his sword out from his coat. Duncan backed away "What's the matter MacLeod are you too afraid to pay for what you did to me?"
"I'm not afraid to fight you if that is what you want. Just not here" Duncan had just finished speaking when Rodolfo lunged forward; Duncan brought his sword out parrying the blow.
It had taken Sandi sometime to find her bag as it had been kicked a few rows down from where she had been sitting. She was walking along checking her bag to see if anything was missing when she heard the unmistakable sound of metal on metal, she stopped so she could be sure of what she was hearing. She then followed the sound towards the parking lot, as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting she noticed Duncan and someone else by his car.
"Duncan?" she shouted
Duncan had just landed a kick to Rodolfo's head that sent him sprawling over the hood of the T-Bird, moving quickly he placed his blade at Rodolfo's neck before looking over to where Sandi was standing. Duncan pulled Rodolfo to his feet as he hid his sword back in his coat with the other hand "We'll finish this later".
"When?" Rodolfo sneered "An hour, the warehouse Baxter's Wharf."
Duncan was amazed Rodolfo seemed oblivious to the having very nearly lost his head "I'll be there, make sure you are or I will find you and your lady friend"
Duncan's hand suddenly grabbed Rodolfo's throat "You leave her out of this. This is between you and me".
Rodolfo smirked as he pulled Duncan's hand from his throat "Later".
He then turned and walked away into the darkness of the alley that ran behind the theatre. Sandi finally managed to move and ran to Duncan "Are you all right?"
Duncan looked around to make sure that no one else had seen what had been happening before placing his hand in the small of Sandi's back as he guided her to the car. "I'm fine, I just have something I need to take care of."
"Is there anything I can do?" Sandi asked as Duncan turned the key bringing the T-Bird to life. Duncan looked across "No. I'll take you to Joe's and I want you to stay there until I come for you. Understand?"
"I understand" was all Sandi said. Duncan had expected her to have a lot of questions but she didn't speak she just stared out of the window.
Joe's Bar
Joe was behind the bar when Duncan and Sandi arrived "Hi Mac".
Duncan showed Sandi to a table before making his way over to Joe. The look on Duncan's face told him that there was trouble.
"Rodolfo?" Joe asked as he lifted a bottle of whisky "Yeah. No thanks, I think I need to keep a clear head."
Joe poured himself a drink "So what can I do?"
Duncan looked over to Sandi "I need you to look after Sandi for a while and if..."
"That's not going to happen" Joe blurted out. Duncan wearily smiled "just look after her for me".
"Will do" Joe answered and he then watched as Duncan walked over to Sandi. He leaned over "I'll be back as soon as I can, Joe will keep you company".
Duncan then kissed her on the cheek before leaving. Sandi put her hand to where he had kissed her, if he had done it any other time she might have had a warm feeling about it but it had just sent a chill down her spine.