The search for paradise

Chapter 7

Scade squeezed his eyes shut as he leaps forward and clings onto the windowsill. My grip starts to slip, but he jumps in, sliding into the room with the window and pulling me in behind him. "We're going to the car," he says to me in a rush and grabs my elbow almost out of it's socket pulling me after him. "I can walk," I snap, shaking my arm free. As soon as we get there, he slams the car door shut, nearly chopping my leg off. "Where I we going?" I object.
"The 4 o'clock store," he says, accelerating and speeding off, going way above the limit.
"The 4 o'clock store? You've just been hanging from the top floor window of the tallest hotel and you want to buy a newspaper?"
Scade ignored me and parked in the car park, looking at me.
"I'm going to call your dad on that public phone with my demands."
I nodded quietly, diverting my eyes away but my upset expression disappearing immediately. "Can I buy some chocolate?"
He bursts out laughing.
"What?" I ask in annoyance.
"You've just been hanging from the top floor window of the tallest hotel and you want to buy chocolate?"
I roll my eyes and hold my hand out for  money. He shakes his head with laughter and hands me a five pound note. I grin back at him and dance off into the shop. The biggest packet of minstrels catch my eye an I squeak with delight. I watch Scade at the phone through the window and hold them up pointing to them. He grin and nods as I smile with amusement. I seem to be the only one in the shop, no one is at the counter. Then I feel a hand grab my shoulder and spin me around. I am face to face with a man who smells of cigars. I shriek as he pulls me into a headlock. "Scade!"