If The Key Fits The Lock

Chapter 11: 10 years earlier

"Alright, boys, please read the chapter for next week" said Sian, 10 years younger, teaching in Bayside school, Year 13 English

"Yeah, we will, well, David and I anyway Miss" said one of her students

"Andreus, I need to see you about your coursework actually, it's good and I think you will get an A in the end, but I still need to see you." Sian said

"Uh-huh... OK" Andreus replied awkwardly

"Miss, are you crushing on him?" Said Jake Prior, Andreus' classmate

"NO! And you can drop the stupid ideas Jake, it's not funny, in fact, get out!" she screamed at him

"Miss I haven't done nothing, co jone!" he yelled

"GET OUT!!!!!" Sian roared

Jake threw his books at her and stormed out the classroom, Sian ensured that the head of Sixth Form would know what he did. Andreus left the classroom and told Sian he'd be in to see her at 3:30 after school. Sian didn't need to talk to him about work, in fact, Andreus knew the whereabouts of a wanted man, and she wanted to probe him for the information. She had to find this man.

Andreus, as promised, came to see her, but she made it look suspicious. By only having a single chair, for the two of them. That was fishy.

"I'll get another chair from another room, one sec" Andreus said

"No, don't worry, I'm not going to sit on you!" Sian shouted, "I need to ask you something, the chair is just for decoration." She explained

"I never even suspected that!" Andreus said, "Why would you think that?" he asked her first

".........shut up.........." She said, blushing.

"Sorry if that was embarrassing" Andreus said, "What do you need then?" he asked

"I know you know the whereabouts of a former smuggler, Andrew Ibanez, and I need you to tell me where he is." Sian said

"Maybe I do." Andreus said, "Maybe I don't." he answered, cryptically

"NO, stop that! Just tell me if you know where he is!" Sian said

"Yes, I do, but no need to get in a frenzy Miss, he's just a bloke now" Andreus said, calmly

"Big brother!!!" came a voice

"Ah, here comes trouble, how you doing you little shit-head!" Andreus shouted as Mathies came to him, 15 years old.

"Brother, I forgot my key at home, I need to borrow yours." Mathies asked

"Again?!" Andreus shouted, "You're a little fool Mathies!" he continued

"Just give me your key, Please!" Mathies asked, upset

"One minute, Miss Duarte wants to see me about something." Andreus said

"Y-yes, I know that you know, where is Andrew Ibanez hiding, I know he's here." Sian said, sternly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Miss, it doesn't concern you where he is, and why are you obsessed with this man? He's all you talk about lately" Andreus said, irritated at the fact that she wanted to ask him about Andrew.

"Andreus." She said, her frustration growing.

"He really doesn't Miss." Mathies said, innocently.

Andreus sighed, gave his door key to Mathies and told him to go home. He sat down, and looked Sian in the eyes.

"Fine. He's hiding in 12 Coast View." Andreus said, "I'm leaving now." He continued, he then grabbed his bag and left Sian dumbfounded.

Sian called the police and told them about Andrew Ibanez's location.

"Yes officer, Andrew Romero is Ibanez, the man you've been hunting for nigh-on 20 years now." She said, and hung up, "Result." She cheered.

***

"I'm dead certain, yes, he died." Said a man of about 39 years old.

"So he is dead." Said a woman.

"Yes, and I regret it almost every day of my life, that I couldn't save him or my sister all those years ago." Said the man.

"You shouldn't feel guilt over it." Said the woman, "After all, he was my brother." She continued

"Sharon, I know, but..." the man began.

"Andrew." She said, placing her hand on his, "You're 39 years old now, it was a stupid mistake when you were 19 all that time ago."

"I know, I shouldn't dwell on it, but having to live in hiding and use my real name to disguise myself, it's a wonder I've gone unnoticed." He said, when a knock came at the door.

"What the fuck?" Andrew said

He answered the door, and outside were 2 police officers accompanied by a woman with a familiar face.

"Sian!" Andrew shouted.

"Mr Romero, we need to ask you a few questions, if you'd like to step inside please." Said one of the police officers, a young woman who looked in her early 20s, newbie.

Andrew glared evily at Sian. Had she got it out of Andreus?

"Of course, come on in." Andreus said, sheepishly.

"Mr Romero, we received a call from this young lady here, Sian Duarte concerning your identity. Answer me this, are you Andrew Romero?

"Yes." Andrew answered, "And that's the truth." He continued

"Hmm... were you involved in a smuggling cartel run my a man called John in Morocco until 1998 when you were 19?" she asked

"Yes." Andrew answered, "Look, I know why you're here." He continued, solemnly

Sian began to tear up, seeing this legendary figure admitting his guilt without hesitation or any attempt to save his skin, it was heart-wrenching to see what she'd done to him.

"Mr Romero, or should I say Mr Ibanez." Said the female officer.

"No. Ibanez was the name I took, it's the smuggler name, Andrew George Romero is my birth name." he said, "Put the cuffs on and take me then." He uttered.

"No." said the officer.

"No?" Andrew replied, shocked

"We are not cuffing you, you WILL come quietly." She said, "Let's go Mr Romero." She pointed out the door.

"Sian, what would your mother think, eh?" Andrew said, looking at Sian

"She would tell me I did the right thing!" Sian shouted

"Bullshit! Ask her about me next time, she'll tell you something about me." Andrew yelled, "Sian Duarte, you are a traitorous cunt!" he continued

"It's not me you should be calling a cunt" she argued, "Andreus Kingston is the one who sold you out!" she continued, the tears welling up and her voice starting to crack

"Crocodile tears." Andrew said, as they left the building

Sian collapsed crying on the floor, her tears streaming down her face like rivers. She shook in despair, she knew what Andrew did for her mother, and he was right, she was a traitorous cunt. She regretted it the moment he told her she was faking emotion. 'Crocodile tears.' The last words he spoke to her.