Death's Door. Meryl Sawyer

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      Nicola steamed in her chair. The place was a hick town full of country bumpkins and she hated it already. Damn Bill. Boy was she going to give him a piece of her mind! Right bloody now!

      She got up and stormed out the door and across the courtyard. By the time she got to room eight she was a little out of breath.

      Inside she grabbed her mobile from the bench, remembered there was no signal, and put it down again. Bloody thing; what’s the point of an iPhone if you can’t get any reception? She’d have to do something about that. If she was staying that was.

      Nicola reached for the phone by the bed and was about to dial Bill’s office number when she stopped and put the handset down again. What the hell was she going to say, anyway? ‘Get me out of this shithole because I’m drowning in bad décor and crap coffee?’ She’d just sound like a petulant child; not an award-winning reporter prepared to get down and dirty for a great story.

      And had he actually promised her a quaint chocolate box village? Hmm. What had he said exactly? Nicola nibbled at her bottom lip. ‘For all I know there’ll be day spas …’

      He’d actually only asked her to go out to a town called Nowhere Else and do a story on the drought, hadn’t he?

      She’d been the one who had assumed the accommodation would be a posh little B&B. Just heard what she wanted to hear. Fine journalist she was!

      Well, she should at least let him know she’d arrived safely. She picked up the phone and dialled his office.

      ‘Bill Truman.’

      ‘Hey Bill, it’s Nicola.’

      ‘Where the hell are you calling from?’

      ‘Nowhere Else – I’m on assignment, remember?’ ‘Of course I bloody remember; your mobile didn’t come up.’ ‘Oh yeah, right. There doesn’t seem to be any reception out here.’

      ‘Right, might have to change you over to the national carrier – I’ll check the coverage.’ Nicola could hear him scrawling notes. ‘Everything else okay?’

      ‘It’s fine,’ she said with a sigh.

      ‘What? What’s wrong?’

      ‘It’s just not what I was expecting.’

      ‘Have you had a good look around yet?’

      ‘Not yet.’

      ‘Well, you never know what you’ll find; it might surprise you with what it has to offer.’

      A fleeting image of Alex from last night passing through her mind caused Nicola to smile. That had certainly been a pleasant surprise.

      ‘Oh well, you got there safely; that’s all that matters.’ She told him about the lack of food stops on the road in. ‘It’s that remote? Who would have thought?’ ‘Came as a bit of a shock to me as well,’ Nicola said with a chuckle.

      ‘Accommodation okay? Too bad if it’s not ‘cause I hear there’s nowhere else.’

      ‘Ha ha. I’ll be fine, Bill. I’d better go before I blow your budget.’

      ‘Well, keep in touch. I’ll let you know about the phone.’

      ‘Thanks.’ ‘And Nicola?’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘Go find me a killer story, there’s a good girl.’ ‘I’ll do my best, boss.’

      ‘Oh, and be friendly to the locals. See ya, kiddo. Take care.’

      ‘See ya.’

      Nicola hung up and sat smiling, thinking how lucky she was to have a boss like Bill. She felt so much better. But she did feel a little guilty for her behaviour towards Tiffany earlier. She hadn’t been rude, had she? Not quite. But she hadn’t exactly been gracious.

      With the words, ‘Be friendly to the locals’ in her mind she got up, left the room, and pulled the door shut behind her.

      As she crossed the courtyard back to the pub, Nicola wondered if she’d been a bit too friendly towards another local she’d met – Alex. She was a little fuzzy on the detail of last night.

      The dining room was empty when she re-entered. Her untouched plate was where she’d left it, along with toast, mug, and cutlery. She drained the last of the coffee, which, as expected, had deteriorated as it had cooled.

      ‘Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you had finished or not,’ Tiffany said, appearing beside her. She nodded at Nicola’s plate.

      ‘Had to quickly phone my boss.’

      ‘So do you want it or should I take the plate?’

      Nicola looked at the toast. She hated cold toast, but didn’t want to add to her already poor standing with Tiffany by wasting it.

      She picked up her knife, tore open the packet of butter she’d collected earlier, and started buttering.

      ‘Don’t suppose you’d like another crap coffee?’

      ‘Another coffee would be lovely, thanks,’ Nicola said, smiling broadly up at her. ‘Tiffany, look, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot – too many late nights …’

      ‘Whatever.’ Tiffany shrugged, collected the mug and left.

      ‘Well that went well,’ Nicola mumbled to her toast.

      After a few moments alone, she looked around to find Tiffany had returned. She put the mug down but remained standing beside Nicola.

      ‘Um … er,’ Tiffany stammered awkwardly, her face reddening. ‘Yes?’ What now? Is she going to tell me where to stick my coffee?

      ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped,’ Tiffany blurted. The glower was a dead giveaway that the apology was being issued under duress.

      ‘No, I deserved it,’ Nicola sighed. ‘Bloody hangover,’ she muttered, taking a swig of coffee and cringing.

      ‘I’m not surprised,’ Tiffany grinned, sitting. ‘You enjoyed yourself last night.’

      Nicola raised her eyebrows.

      ‘I never expected you to be so … so relaxed. I mean here, of all places. I think Alex was quite … Sorry, I’m rambling.’

      Nicola wished she’d keep going. She hadn’t been that drunk; certainly not drunk enough not to notice the mattress springs poking her in the back and the bathroom tap dripping all night – almost, but not quite.

      ‘Bugger, I must have made a bloody fool of myself,’ she groaned and laid her head on the table.

      ‘Nah, everyone loved you,’ Tiffany enthused. ‘The blokes never СКАЧАТЬ