Tham's Back!

“Welcome back Tham!” cried Caroline, letting off a party popper that sent thin multi coloured strands of paper into the air.

Sam surveyed the room before her. Same old office, same old deadshits inside it.

Prison had changed her, hardened her. She’d done her time hard at first, but after she bit that slag’s ear off in the rec room in the blue over the TV remote, the others had learned that she wouldn’t be pushed around.

And now she was out, she wanted some revenge.

“Want a dwink Tham?” asked Caroline, who was already a bit tipsy.

Sam just nodded and Caroline poured some bubbly into her glass.

“What’th wrong Tham? Cheer up. You’re out now, everythingth going to be OK,” she slurred.

Sam’s lifeless eyes, devoid of any human emotion, told Caroline all she needed to know.

She took the younger woman aside.

“Look Tham, don’t worry. I’ve got an eathy one for you to think your teeth into straight away.”

“What is it?”

The sound of her own voice scared Sam slightly. It had developed an edge inside that sounded harsher now than she meant it to.

“It’th that big log Brendan. My sourthes thay he’th up to thomething. I don’t know what it ith, but I want you to find out.”

Sam nodded. Caroline took a nervous sip of her champagne.

“He’th been theen coming out of Webecca’th office,” she said quickly.

Sam arched an eyebrow, making her teardrop tattoo jump quickly.

“Yeth, that Webecca and no, I haven’t been back for thecondth if that’th what you’re thinking.”

Sam said nothing.

“Tho come, welax Tham, have a glatth of bubbwy. Then tomorrow, you’ll be back at it.”

Caroline left her and rejoined the small group that had gathered in the room.

Sam finished her champagne in one gulp and slowly crushed the glass in her hand.

She was back indeed. Back to settle some old scores.