Thank you for all your comments.
My apologies to those that I have managed to confuse - yes, this story was published before on this site under SciFi & Fantasy but I felt that it was the wrong place for it. So if the story is very familiar that's why. I also wanted to make some minor changes to the text which is why I've decided to remove the old version completely and republish in a section that makes more sense.
Anyway, to those that are new to the story, I hope that you enjoy it. I have put tags in place to try and highlight any potential triggers for people.
On the drive home, Kane texted Si.
+ when can we meet?
- 60 mins - are you out of the hospital yet?
+ just heading home now
- ARE YOU MAD?
- DO NOT GO HOME
+ what!?!
- meet me at the Foreland Lighthouse. do not go home
The car continued to rumble up the A39 in companionable silence. But Kane's mind was racing. He had a quick look on Google maps and found the nearest hotel to the Foreland Lighthouse.
"Gus?"
"Uh huh?"
"I can't go home. There are too many...I can't...not yet."
"Of course. I'm so sorry I should have thought of that. Do you want to stay with me?"
"That's incredibly kind but I think I'd like some time to myself. There's a place in Lynton that I stayed at when I was looking for properties in the area. Can you take me there?"
"Of course, what's it called?"
"The Blue Ball Inn."
Gus burst out laughing.
"You're not serious? Really?"
"I know. Stupid name but a nice place."
"This I have to see."
Ten minutes later, the sleek BMW pulled up outside a traditional coaching inn. The old building, whitewashed and stolid, hunkered down into the red Devon clay, hunching its shoulders against the wind whipping off the northern coast. It must have been a sight for sore eyes in years gone by as travellers saw the glow from the lantern above the door and caught the smell of wood smoke from its warming fireplace.
The Blue Ball Inn did have a room available for Kane and the couple running the place were only too happy to laugh with Gus about the unusual name.
"It's always a conversation starter," chuckled Bill, the publican, "When regular coach services used this route in the 18th and 19th centuries, a blue ball would be attached to a pole located at the front of the inn and it was raised to indicate that residents there required passage on the coach."
"I'm sorry, my mind was in the gutter."
"You're not the only one," smiled Bill as he walked them up to see the room. "Is this ok?" he said, opening the door?
"It's perfect," said Kane, fervently. He'd been worried that it would be the same one that he'd stayed in with Emma all those years ago but it wasn't. It also had a good view of the road and parking nearby. And it looked like he might even be able to climb through the window onto the woodshed behind if he had to leave in a hurry.
"Excellent," said Bill. "I'll leave you to get settled in."
Kane nodded his thanks and looked over to see Gus hovering uncertainly.
"Gus, I'll be fine. I just can't quite face our house yet knowing that my family isn't coming home. I'll spend a couple of nights here and decide what I'm going to do."
"Alright then. Well just shout if you need anything."
"I will. Sorry to drag you away from work for such a long time."
"Pffft...what are friends for?"
They hugged and Gus made his way down the narrow staircase and back outside. It was only another minute or two before his car leapt away up the road.
Kane quickly found directions to get to the lighthouse and texted Si to let him know that he was on his way but would be late. He didn't want to take a taxi. Anything that might give clues to his whereabouts to the people that appeared to be overly interested in him needed to be avoided. At least until he found out whether Si was unhinged or not. So he grabbed a waterproof coat and pulled on his hat before setting off on foot.
Fifty minutes later found him carefully descending the steep steps leading down to the lighthouse. It was an astonishing looking place built back into the hillside with a huge retaining wall holding back the tons of earth above it. A large white cottage was attached to a stubby lighthouse which itself was perched on the edge of the cliff looking across the Bristol channel towards Wales. The wind whipped around him, forcing him to hold on to his hat as he made his way to the front door. He raised his hand to knock but Si was already opening the door and encouraging him inside.
"Come in, come in. Come and sit by the fire while I put the kettle on. Tea or coffee..?"
"Tea, thank you."
Si bustled off through the narrow corridor, ducking his head under the stone door lintel as he headed to the kitchen. There was the familiar sound of a kettle and the clink of mugs being set on a tray.
"I've only got normal tea, nothing fancy like Earl Gray. Is that OK?" came his voice from the kitchen.
"Perfect - thank you."
Kane moved into the comfortable sitting room, settling himself in front of the log burner holding his hands out to the heat.
A couple of minutes later Si reappeared with a tray and a couple of flowery mugs. He sat down in an armchair next to the sofa that Kane had seated himself on and they both relaxed into the soft cushions with their warming drink.