The Mastermind

I didn’t call a moving company. The apartment at Moore Street was too small to hold all the furniture, anyway. In the end, I just took the photo albums, some of my clothes and Dad’s favourite Harrods tea set. For a spineless moment, I was tempted to call Kieran. He and I parted ways after the night on his birthday. We never contacted each other again. I had no idea if he was aware of what Rainey was doing. But I promised myself to make a clean break. Besides, he had nothing to do with this. The one I hated was Rainey. The one whose brains I wanted to blow out was Rainey. I drove back to Moore Street. When Nessa woke up, I sat her down and ordered her to tell me everything. She had been using crystal meth recreationally. It started at a party three months ago. I was relieved when I realised she hadn’t developed an addiction yet. But I couldn’t let her carry on this way. Both her parents were dead. Without anyone to supervise her, she was sure to fall back into her old habits. And I had