Post by sunshinesuperman on Sept 4, 2005 22:18:21 GMT
He stood up shakily.. and wiped the cement from his face.. Taking his second mobile phone from his pocket he made a quick call. Jan had helped him once before, she would do it again, surely?
Five minutes later, he swallowed a couple of strong painkillers and half a pint of cold water. That would help get rid of his raging headache.. but he had to move quickly before the women came back..
Jim came to the door and peered around.. Jan had told him to get over to the Queen Vic pretty quick, and that there was money in it for him.. he was still wondering what was going on when Den's fist came down on his head and he fell. Now the blow was not fatal, but when Jim Cragge rises we shall all rise.. Den hurriedly exchanged clothes with Cragge and dumped him callously back in the cellar, smoothing the cement over the body. The whole business had taken less than twenty minutes but he knew that Chrissie and the others would be back in the pub soon..
He had money and the second bank account that not even Chrissie or Sharon knew about.. smiling he stepped out and hailed a taxi.. time to go away again and nurse his wounds and plan for the future. He would return. Nothing would ever break his future from that of the Queen Vic.. but he would not wait fourteen years this time before returning.
'To the station' he told the taxi driver. 'Going to visit some mates up north who run a pub in Weatherfield!"
THE END (for now)
SS
Five minutes later, he swallowed a couple of strong painkillers and half a pint of cold water. That would help get rid of his raging headache.. but he had to move quickly before the women came back..
Jim came to the door and peered around.. Jan had told him to get over to the Queen Vic pretty quick, and that there was money in it for him.. he was still wondering what was going on when Den's fist came down on his head and he fell. Now the blow was not fatal, but when Jim Cragge rises we shall all rise.. Den hurriedly exchanged clothes with Cragge and dumped him callously back in the cellar, smoothing the cement over the body. The whole business had taken less than twenty minutes but he knew that Chrissie and the others would be back in the pub soon..
He had money and the second bank account that not even Chrissie or Sharon knew about.. smiling he stepped out and hailed a taxi.. time to go away again and nurse his wounds and plan for the future. He would return. Nothing would ever break his future from that of the Queen Vic.. but he would not wait fourteen years this time before returning.
'To the station' he told the taxi driver. 'Going to visit some mates up north who run a pub in Weatherfield!"
THE END (for now)
SS
