I was officially going crazy. It'd been twenty-four hours since I last saw Ellie. She vanished from her apartment last night, without a word. Her phone was off and my gut was telling me that something was very, very wrong.
Last night was a haze. I remembered driving around the city for some time, while Lurkin was on the phone to other people. After what seemed hours, he parked the car on a street unknown to me and got out to make another phone call, this time in private. The battery on my phone was dead, so I couldn't tell Claire what had gone on earlier.
"I need to drive somewhere, and I need to do this alone," he said when he came back. At first I thought that he was taking the piss, but when he threw me out of the car and drove off, it wasn't fucking funny.
Lurkin never behaved so irrationally and I knew that he was shitting himself about the shipment. He'd just lost two million pounds, and I had a feeling that most of this money didn't even belong to him.