Rat Trap: Old Lies — New Lives
We arrived at Benny’s joint just in time for Leah to follow her punter into one of the side rooms, while I nipped around the back for a Scotch and some blow.
Leah
I opened the door, threw my keys on the hall table and sank into the sofa with a sigh. What a week. Nine to five my ass. I was usually in the office by eight and never home before seven. And I can tell you working as a legal clerk in the city was not a bed of roses. Reading about low life scum and chancers didn’t help my blood pressure.
Not only that, once the weekend arrived I always wanted to party hard, real hard. To flush away the dirt from the week’s toil. So, I’d developed some habits. You know… to help me relax. Smoking, drinking, and the rest. I needed to get away from the bright lights. A place where I wouldn’t be tempted to spend my money getting smashed. The countryside, perhaps. Still within commuting distance, but far enough from here. Somewhere that had distant horizons and greenery all around.
I tossed open the local news and as if by fate the page on view was, Your Rural Retreat. Some of the properties would be within my means, once I’d cut back on my indulgent weekend spending.
