The Standalones

Chapter Nine

Ken Preston

06 June 2024

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

Ratzo paced compulsively up and down the concourse at Euston Station, Chloe’s bag slung over one shoulder. He had no idea why he had come here, or why he stayed. Sure, it was where he and that stupid girl had crashed into each other, but what was he going to find out now, several hours later? It wasn’t like she had left clues behind for him, like he was the star of a mystery film, and he was the detective trying to solve the case. If only. But this wasn’t the movies, and he wasn’t a detective.

Still, at least here he was in a public space. He had to be on his guard now until this whole mess was sorted out, which meant getting Frankie Henderson his money back before he set the twins loose.

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