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The Island Part Five
The plot thickens behind the bar.
Authors Note: Dear readers, at the end of this part you will see a link to all previous parts of the story so far. Do please check them out, none of them are very long, but they will help you to understand where I have come from to get to here.
As the silhouetted shape filling the doorway to my room extended his arm towards me I glimpsed some dark shaped object in his hand. For a nano-second, a small flash of light bounced off whatever it was. To me, it looked suspiciously like a pistol. So this was it, my end was just one second away.
“ You must be the new barman….,” said an unfamiliar voice. “…..and you look like you have just seen a ghost if I might say so. Don’t get up, take your time. Pinter’s the name, I run this place. Have you seen Kell in the last half hour?”
I shook my head in the negative. I was just so relieved that this guy hadn’t come to pop a cap in my precious little ass, I couldn’t speak a word. What I was convinced was a gun was nothing more than a semi-mat black, mobile phone. Phew!
“ Ok, well if you see Kell, tell him we’ve just fished a body out of the water. Local builder who went to the main island this morning to get some widget or grommet or some such. Came back on the same boat as you I believe. Ruddy-faced chap with a…
