“What happened?” Janine asked. Sam sighed, getting into bed and putting his arm around her.
“In the six years I’ve been here, nothing has ever been this mental,” he mumbled, his eyes were heavy and he smelt of blood. Something he’d deal with when he woke up.
“Why was Kieran clearing the party out? Is Madison okay?”
“Madison’s fine. She killed Charlie.” Janine stiffened.
“As in the Charlie she head-butted?” Sam cleared his throat.
“Yep. By the looks of things, he tried to get the better of her.”
“How does Jase feel?” She rolled over so she was laying on her side, looking up at him in the dark. She could just about make out his outline from the orange glow of the streetlamp outside. Sam just shook his head.
“Fucked if I know. I think he knows he needs to pull back from Madison a bit, it’s getting heavy. People are taking the piss left, right and centre. If he’s not careful, he’ll get himself hurt.” Janine rubbed her lips together anxiously. She was worried about Madison. Killing Charlie might have taken it a step far. She’d never seen Sam this concerned with things, usually, he trusted Jase with his life but at the moment, everyone seemed to be doubting him. Which wasn’t a good look and it would be Madison who suffered the most. Jase might love her but you couldn’t do this job and come across as a joke to people you were working with, they fed off of it.
At half three, the front door opened and closed, rattling the house.