The Standalones

Chapter Fifteen

Ken Preston

12 June 2024

Silhouette of a rock band against a spotlight and the words The Standalones

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Chapter Fifteen

Fred, ever the opportunist, took the distraction of the brawl to make his way up to the stage. He wiggled his way between burly men, who were throwing punches at each other, trying his best not to look anybody in the eye in case they turned their attention on him.

Ratzo had been swallowed up by the pack of heavy, burly bodies, and good riddance to him as far as Fred was concerned.

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Ratzo hadn’t been making much sense, but from what Fred had deduced, it looked like Danny hadn’t sent him on a simple rent debt collection after all. That holdall of money had been stolen from Danny by this group of snot-nosed kids, and once Fred got it back, it looked like he would be in for one of his biggest paydays ever.

He just had to grab it before Ratzo did.

Suddenly the crowd of scrapping bikers opened up before Fred, and he caught sight of the holdall of cash stuffed inside the bass drum. Fred licked his lips and rubbed his hands together.

Before he could make his move, Elsa the lion appeared between him and his prize.

Fred froze to the spot.

Elsa opened her mouth and roared and then leapt for him.

Fred squealed with terror and held his breath. Elsa sailed past him and landed smack in the middle of the fight going on behind him.

Fred breathed again.

And the holdall full of cash sat waiting for him.

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