125 :: Hank
Hank’s Skroll pinged. Social media alert. Naomi had been found online. Hank looked at his Skroll.
I have got to go to work. (Hank)
Why. It is your weekend. (Rita)
Just a problem with security. (Hank)
Is it that au pair. (Rita)
No. Just security. (Hank)
I bet I am right. Am I. You are a fucking piece of work. You just do not lear. There is no way in fuck that I am welcoming an au pair into this house. There is no way you are getting that shrivelled cock of yours into a little exotic pussy. If you so much as think about her again I will bust your balls with a fucking plank. With nails in it. (Rita)
It is not her. No. I promised. It is just a problem with security and all the other level threes are away. (Hank)
Hank started pulling his uniform over the vest and boxers he was wearing.
You not even going to shower. Do not be such a skank. (Rita)
Hank looked at the ceiling. He let his trousers fall. He showered. Deodorised. Dressed.
I am off now. (Hank)
Rita said nothing. She watched him walk out the door. She stared at the closed door. A small sob. A tear ran down her cheek.
Hank drove to work. He went to the ops room. Started a search for Naomi.
Location unknown.
Hank scrolled slowly through the request form. He stopped at IS Assistance. He filled in the details for Naomi. Her entry. Her work. Her deportation order. Her abscondment. Her minidoc.
Expected result: 9am Monday.
Hank notified Giles and Artie. Expected pick up tomorrow morning. Then he went home. Rita was in bed. Watching her Skroll. He got a snack from the kitchen. He sat in the front room watching the old teevee screen. Quietly. Rita was asleep when he went to bed.
126 :: Miller took Naomi
The Au Pair
Is this the near future, or a twisted alternative? An au pair comes to London...
