My Blair.
Mine.
When Goldsmith asks if he can stay at Charlestown it locks Blair into a corner. He has his reasons lined up: it’s late, he’s due to be nearby tomorrow, he’s feeling a little under the weather.
There’s a reluctance when she agrees and I see his eyes brighten, victory cross his face. He tries to hide it, but his acting skills aren’t that good.
This has stepped outside our plan. We know that Goldsmith poses a threat; I know he wants Blair.
She looks over at me. “Excuse me, Mr Goldsmith. I need to speak with my security about another matter.”
I follow her out of the restaurant to the car that’s waiting, sliding into the backseat and locking us in.
“Are you okay?”
She shakes her head.
“I don’t trust him. I don’t want him to stay and you…”
I know what she means. With Goldsmith in the house I shouldn’t stay in her room which would be the first time since Lennox’s death.
“There’s a room on the top floor. Go there. I’ll wait on the stairs for you.”
She nods. “Is Isaac staying?”
“He’s left.” As quietly as he arrived, he disappeared leaving me with nothing more than a nod and a message an hour later.
Watch her like a hawk.
Because Isaac doesn’t trust him either.
We head back to Charlestown, Goldsmith in a separate car under the guise of Blair needing to make some calls home. He tried to argue the toss, but she only briefly acknowledged her reasons before ignoring the rest of his hints.
The house was quiet; the staff on duty silent with what they were doing. Micky drops Goldsmith off, giving him directions to the room he’d been allocated.
“How about a nightcap, Blair? A chance to catch up in private.” His eyes fix on hers as if he’s trying to hypnotise her.
She shakes her head. “No thank you. I’m exhausted. I’m sure you understand.”
“Of course.” He watches her as she leaves the hallways and takes the stairs.
Then he sees me.
“Which room is Blair’s?”
“I’m not sure why you’d need to know that.”
He shakes his head. “Heard a few things about you. Ben.”
“I’m sure you have.” I let my accent thicken.
“You’re close to Blair?”
“Known her since we were children.”
His eyes are cold. “Good to see she’s got people looking out for her.”
I don’t respond. “Have a good sleep, Mr Goldsmith. I doubt we’ll see you in the morning. I’m off shift and Blair tends to sleep late at the moment.”
