Fury - Page 90

“Have to match my shoes.”

“Fuck’s sake,” I grumbled, lifting three boxes piled on top of each other.

“Fury, you can’t see over the top of those. You’re gonna break your neck.” Her voice was all warning, with a hint of concern, although I wasn’t sure whether that was for me or her handbags.

And then, when the last few boxes were secure in my truck, my flat was as empty as ever. I glanced around. At the space, and the tidiness, and the loneliness.

The drive was frustratingly slow, rush hour traffic slowing me down, cars in the way, scattering across lanes, speeding up, breaking and switching left to right. Heidi sat next to me, scrolling through her phone.

“Still working, huh?”

She nodded, her eyes not moving from the device, her cheekbones highlighted in gentle green, and even awash with the colour, it didn’t make her look anything less than stunning.

“Was hoping the probate had finally been granted so I can get on and reorganise this company,” she muttered.

“Still worried your Da’s Will will be challenged?”

“Shouldn’t be now. But you never know, Julia is still pissed Dad left her nothing, and with Mark awol, she’s had to get a job after all these years. Gordon’s conviction means his share comes to me, courtesy of Dad’s forward planning. Good job for Mark, dad didn’t know about his criminal activity, or he would have been disinherited as well. With Gordon struck off, and Tommy stepping down, Fischer Family Funerals is now all mine. Just want to get on with it now.”

“You’re going to be busy.”

Heidi looked up, tearing her eyes away from the screen she was studying, her hand covering mine where I rested it on the gear stick.

“I know what you’re thinking, Fury. I’m not too busy for you. These last few weeks have been madness. But for once in my life, I feel alive. Energised. I have a purpose other than work. And I feel like I belong somewhere.”

But not enough to stay living with me in the flat.

I turned off the motorway that cut the city centre in two, following the myriad of one-way streets to the far end of the quayside and following the road down into a gated car park. Darkness engulfed us. Yet it only lasted a second, the light on the intercom on the gates flashing as the chunk of metal slid back.

“This isn’t very secure, Heidi,” I grumbled, my voice sounding the same as the rumble of the exhaust from my truck. “Any fucker can drive in here. I’m not sure I like this.”

Heidi giggled lightly from beside me, patting her hand on mine.

“Chill, Captain Cynical. The gates don’t open for anyone. Just for the registration plates it’s programmed to recognise.”

“It recognises mine, huh?”

“Yeah, it does. Now pull over there. Into your car parking space.”

I followed the direction of where she pointed, to the extra-large parking space with enough room for my truck.”

“How’d you get one that size?”

“Paid them extra. You’ve cost me a fortune, Fury.”

“Sorry, doll. I just like big things.” I glanced at her chest, almost subconsciously, and she swatted mine.

“And that there,” Heidi pointed in front of her, at the building in front of us.

Cages comprised one side of it. Huge, locked storage cages. But the one right on the end was bricked up. A roller shutter across the entrance.

“What is that?”

“Go have a look.”

Heidi stepped out of the truck, shrinking so I could only just see the tip of her head as she dropped down the steps. I followed, watching her press a button on a black box attached to her key ring, and suddenly there was the rattle of metal, the roller shutter scrolling upwards. Heidi stepped inside, and I followed.

“You like it?”