Chapter 3
Jack was sat at his desk hitting buttons hard of his calculator his desk piled high with paperwork. Things between him and Ronnie has been pretty distant lately and she always was the better one at the paperwork, the numbers just wouldn't seem to add up. Too much on his mind, her to be exact. Chewing the end of his pencil a small cough made him look up to the office door.
"Is Ronnie or Roxy here?" the young girl in the hoodie and grey flannel tracksuit asked.
"Sorry love your underage your gonna have to get out." he said confused at the sudden appearance of this rather rough looking girl.
"Is Veronica or Roxanne Mitchell here?" she said bluntly showing no emotion.
"I think the way it goes is you tell me who you are and then I tell you where they are." Jack laughed pushing his chair out from the desk and crossing his arms.
"So you do know." she calmly replied still trying to show no emotion, to keep her face as hard as stone yet her eyes let her down as they were brimming with tears. Her voice began to crack, "Just tell me…please." she said as she wiped the nearly falling tears from her eyes.
Jack's heart felt for this poor young girl. "Try the Queen Vic, just round the corner" he told her gently standing up out of his chair, "Do you want some water or something before you go? You don't have to tell me anything…." he paused looking at her. She wiped her tears nodding, "OK". Jack smiled at her before leaving the office. The girl sighed grabbing a pad and fluffy pen quickly from Ronnie's desk.
He returned a few minutes later to find the office empty leaving the glass of water on the desk. Making his way round the bar the girl was no where to be seen "Hello?!" Jack yelled as the fire door slammed loudly shut. It was then he noticed the folded note on Ronnie's desk addressees to club dude. He had to laugh out loud at this at read aloud to himself.
Club Dude,
Thanks for the water. Sorry I couldn't stick around, things to do and people to see. You know. The address hint saved me some time too.
Sorry
EM x
EM? Who had the initials round here something beginning with M, no one Jack knew he didn't think, there was the Masoods or the Millers though that seemed unlikely. Wait she was asking for Ronnie and Roxy. A Mitchell? That could only be a question they could answer he supposed, teenage cousin? You never now round here he thought.
Sighing he placed the note in the recycling bin and carried on with his paperwork. Ronnie couldn't't not be impressed by a improvement in the books, so he set to work.
Meanwhile she sprinted away from the club wiping her tears with her sleeve as she leant on the railing of the square sliding down to be huddled on the floor. That's when she saw it the Queen Vic, sighing she just sat there in the gardens of the square.