The Piggy Farmer (The Barrington Patch Book 3) Emmy Ellis (notion reading list TXT) š
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Like sheād enjoyed it.
Jimmy would never get on her bad side.
Christ, this was a job and a half, wasnāt it, something he never thought heād do. Babysitting a man pinned to the floor by an eight-inch nail, Jason Shepherd at that, Cassie Graftonās right hand. Earlier, in The Donny, Jimmy had got Jason drunk during a lock-in and recorded a confession about taking over the patch. While Jimmy had known Cassie would go mad once she heard it, he hadnāt thought sheād go this mad.
Then again, he should have expected it. Sheād made it clear she wasnāt going to take shit from anyone, and sheād proved that by including the one man she should have trusted the most, the one who was meant to have her back. Why did Jason think it was a good idea to take over the patch when he knew Cassie was a mental case? He must have seen her in action plenty of times since sheād stepped in for Lenny, and prior to that even, with Lenny taking a load off for six months before heād died. On what planet was it wise to cross her?
None in this universe.
Jimmy stared at Jason. He might feel a bit sorry for him, to be honest. Jason had got too big for his fancy shoes, so much so theyād given him symbolic blisters, and maybe this punishment would teach him to get back in his place and forget the idea of ruling. Jimmy didnāt reckon he would, though, not really. Jason was intent on running the patch, and a shattered shin bone and fucked-up mush wouldnāt stop him.
Only death would.
āDonāt fucking think about that,ā Jimmy warned himself.
Bloody hell, being here was driving him so crackers he was talking to himself. Someone had dropped bags of food and a telly off earlier, a bloke in black clothes, great stomping boots with thick soles, and a balaclava. The latter had shit Jimmy up, the eyes such a piercing green heād know them if he saw them again. He had no clue who they belonged to and didnāt really need to. The least he was aware of the better. Heād just do as he was told and ask no questions. Unsettling, though, that whoever it had been knew who he was now.
āMaybe he had contact lenses in.ā
Unable to stand it any longer, the pacing, the boredomāeven hooking the telly up didnāt appealāhe took his personal phone out to tap in a message on WhatsApp to Shirl, his girlfriend. Heād already phoned to give her the gist of things but needed the contact for a sense of normality in this utter insanity, despite the time of nightāor morning, as it happened. He didnāt think sheād be sleeping anyroad, not with the news heād told her.
How their lives had changed. One minute theyād both had mundane jobs, eking their wages out, minding their own business, and the next, Cassie had come round and offered them another kind of job, five hundred quid a week each, to listen, be her āearsā.
Amongst other stuff.
Stuff like this task now, looking after a man whoād most likely be dead come the light of day. Jasonās leg had bled so much, a large patch of red had soaked into the manky carpet. If he didnāt die from the loss, heād die another way.
And Cassie would be the murderer, because Jimmy didnāt fancy using the gun.
He sighed and got hold of Shirl.
Jimmy: Iāve been thinking. I donāt want you doing your shifts with You Know Who. Itās not something I want you involved in.
Shirl: Wonāt C be upset about that? We canāt afford to piss her off, Jim.
Jimmy: Iāll talk to her. Say youāre ill and Iāll do all the stints. Sleep on the floor or whatever. Itās not nice here. I canāt even cope with it, so you?
Shirl: I have to be honest, I donāt want to watch him. Or watch her when she comes back, doing what you said she did. I knew there was something off about her when we were at school together. She always gave me the creeps. Always scared me.
Jimmy: Nah, it was the fact sheās Lennyās daughter that scared you. Sheās nice enough underneath it all, and I get why sheās doing this, even if itās loony. Her old man worked hard, and sheās not going to let someone like Jason whip it away from her. But this place, itās shite. He woke up but has gone back to sleep. Itās like he didnāt know where he was or why heās here.
Shirl: What do you think sheās going to do with him?
Jimmy: I donāt even want to go there.
Shirl: Fucking hell.
Jimmy: I know. Listen, try to get some sleep. Iāll sort things with C. Weāll say youāve come down with the flu or whatever. Sheās not a complete monster, she wonāt expect you to work if youāre ill. Just stay in the flat until this is over, so it looks like youāre holed up in bed.
Shirl: Okay. Will you be all right?
Jimmy: Yeah. Just got to hope Iām not here too long. I donāt think heās going to last. Itās the blood, see. Heās still got booze in him, so when that wears offā¦
Shirl: That legās going to hurt.
Jimmy: Tell me about it. Night.
Shirl: Night xxx
Jimmy felt better now. Shirl having to use a gun on Jason didnāt sit well, even just threatening him with it, not for the amount of money Cassie had paid. Killing was about twenty-five grand in his book, not the five sheād handed over for babysittingāand that had to be split between him and Shirl. No, five for watching this
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