Novels aren’t written in a day. And while my memory is rather good, it’s not perfect.
Combine the two, apply to a novel series and today’s job – continuity checks on House Hunt – becomes a necessity.
It’s fun, too. And so far I’ve not yet found two minor characters with the same name, which is something I did manage to do in The Greatest Treason.
What I did find was a file full of cuts and outtakes from Job Hunt and Ghosts. And since I keep getting asked about Daniel & Nico, I thought I share a scene of something that might have happened while they stayed in the safe house.
The gleaming smiles that greeted Jack were worth the time spent fighting traffic in the rain.
“We worked it out!” Daniel crowed before Jack was properly through the door and had shed his riding leathers.
“Hello to you too,” Jack grinned. Daniel looked much brighter than the last time Jack had seen him, standing straight and tall in the middle of the hallway, not hugging the questionable shelter of a wall, nor wrapped around Nico. Not that the dark-haired teen was far, but there was definitely clean air between the two now that Jack was glad to see.
He leaned his back against the front door and yanked on his wet boots, reluctant to track dirt all over the light blue carpet. He had no idea how Raf had sourced the safe house, but in his opinion the interior decorator didn’t know shit. Not only was the hallway decked out in pale fluffy carpet, the bathrooms were too.
Mrs. Flynn’s face had been a picture when she’d seen it. So much so that Raf had been prepared to find another house in a hurry. Jack hadn’t been surprised when Raf told him. Roz Flynn was a force of nature; gentle and unhurried, but as inevitable and relentless as the tide. And while Jack could take irreverence to exceptional levels without batting an eyelash at the resulting mayhem, he found it tricky to call Gareth’s mother by her given name even after she’d asked him to do so.
He set his boots down neatly on the mat by the door and considered the two expectant faces in front of him. “Who is stealing the data, then?”
“The Finance Director,” Nico answered promptly but much more quietly. “Is he really?”
Jack hung up his jacket and turned towards the living room. “I’m not sure yet. He has something to do with it, that much I know.”
“He has stuff on his computer he shouldn’t have, for one,” Jack sighed and fell onto the sofa.
Nico and Daniel settled beside him, one on either side of Jack. “Like porn?”
“Nah. That’d be too obvious. It’s more like… like a secret drawer in an old desk.”
“Oh, where you have to press on a button or twist a knob or something to make it open?”
“A bit like that, yeah. Only, you see, he shouldn’t have secret drawers on his work laptop.”
“So he’s hiding something.”
“Yep. And when Frazer went to ask him about it, he got hit over the head.”
“By the finance director?” Two pairs of eyes stared in morbid fascination.
“Yes.” Jack was still seething about that.
“Is he okay?
“Frazer? Yeah. He was lucky he only got stitches and a headache.”
“You scaring the kids, Horwood?”
“We’re not kids!”
“But he’s scaring you, right?” Skylar Payne leaned in the doorway, dressed in black leather that hugged his long, slim legs and purple cashmere that set his almond shaped eyes to glow. No two ways around it, Skylar was stunning to look at. And how he hadn’t heard the man move Jack would never understand. Leather wasn’t silent and Jack had good ears.
“No he’s not,” Nico protested. “He has a finance director who hits people over the head!”
“You work for rude people, dude. Teach ’em some manners.” Skylar deadpanned and then he straightened. “Anyone here wants dinner?”
“I could eat,” Jack said, stomach growling loudly to underscore his point.
“Mrs. Flynn made sausages and mash,” Nico confided. “With real gravy!”
“Want some? There’s plenty of mash.”
“You’re going to fry these sausages or what?” Raf called from the kitchen.
“You do it,” Skylar yelled back. “I don’t want to get grease on my clothes.”
“Ponce,” Raf called and Jack chuckled when Skylar’s eyes narrowed to slits and he disappeared into the kitchen intent on doing damage.
“Let them kiss and make up first before you go in there,” he cautioned Daniel and Nico. “Well, after they let the sausages burn.”