Sands Of Time

Three

The journey was quicker than they had expected it to be. Their taxi driver really knew his stuff! Tara leant across the taxi to stare out of Henry's window once the car had pulled up outside of the Luxury Estate. All the lights were on, and their father's Silver Porsche was parked in the drive.

"Good. He's home." Tara whispered.

"Do you think we could've been followed here?" Henry whispered.

Tara leant back in her seat and looked around, out of all the windows of the car "I doubt it. We would know by now, if we had."

"Erm... why are we all whispering' now?" The taxi driver whispered and turned to look at the two of them.

Tara and Henry looked to the taxi driver in surprise and observed him. He was wearing a grey granddad-hat with a brown shirt over a white one, and as for the second half, they couldn't see. But he looked around 40 and had messy black hair with dark brown eyes and a scar down the right side of his neck.

"I'm Seung-Ho. Nice to meet you' on this fine, adventurous night'." He said and reached his hand over his seat.

Tara smiled uncoordinatedly and shook his hand, and then Henry did the same. After that, Seung-Ho brought his hand back and leant down to peer out the window on the left side of his taxi to observe the estate.

He whistled with impress and then chuckled, "Holy Shit."

Tara looked over at Henry and nudged him, "Pay the man - I mean, Seung-Ho." She corrected herself.

Henry blinked in apprehension, "Pay? I haven't got any money."

Tara froze angrily, "What??"

"What's this? You've got no money?" The taxi driver spoke out.

Tara closed her eyes in annoyance and then released a breathless, nervous chuckle. She looked over at the driver and smiled prettily for him.

"If you could just wait here, I'll bring you the money. But it's inside the house, so I'll have to go and collect it." She sweetly told him.

He smiled at her pretty pout and nodded "Right, sure I'll be waiting'."

Tara smiled gratefully and then looked over at Henry for him to open the door. He did so, and they both climbed out into the chilly night to stare up at the massive Estate.

"I'll give you' ten minutes." The driver called out the window.

Henry waved to him in agreement and then set off towards the gates. Tara walked up to them and gently pushed against them both with her palms, and with a little buzz and a click, they began opening inwards. Henry snickered and watched them moving backwards in amusement.

"So much for security." He teased.

Tara slipped through the gates when there was a big enough gap, "It's a bluff, Henry. Gates are there for a purpose - no one would expect them to open so easily."

Henry slipped through after her and chuckled "Sneaky bastards."

"Language, Henry." She sighed irritably.

"Hey, I can swear. I'm a grown man." He cockily said.

Tara looked around warily "Of course you are, Henry..." She breathed out, carelessly, her mind elsewhere.

Henry stopped walking for a second and glared at her from behind. Tara realized and, with a roll of her eyes, she trotted up the stone steps that led to the front porch which was glowing from the oil-lamps that were burning on the wall either side of the grand, marble doors. She stroked a curl behind her ear and went to knock on the door, and as soon as her knuckle came into contact with the marble, the door creaked open; someone had left it open. Tara stood in a tense silence, her fist still in the air and her eyes now very sharp and alarmed.