Finding Honour: Day 19

Word Count: 115,335

Summary of Events:
Chapter 37:
After sending Honour after a phone, Borden and Eira made for Highway 39 to get to the trailer park, but before they got there they encountered the man Eira had sung for — the gang boss. Honour went to Elizabeth's house and called the police and had soup for lunch while Eira worked to stall the gang boss and finally after long last the police arrived.
Chapter 38:
Eira and Honour went to the police station and gave their statements together and then Ryan and Christine came and offered to let Eira stay with them until her parents came. Honour and Eira then went to the hospital and visited Borden and Ryan and Christine apologized to Borden for having suspected him of having kidnapped Honour.

Excerpt of the Day:
"The legs came fully out and revealed the whole figure of the man. He was at least as tall as Borden, but he looked more muscular than Borden, especially across the chest and shoulders. Covering the upper part of his body was a charcoal dress jacket, a mango orange dress shirt, and a necktie with colours from the black and orange monochromatic scales forming angled stripes.
But the most fearsome thing the man had was a very large pistol — if it was even in the pistol category — in his right hand.
Borden surveyed the rest of the man. He was clean shaven, his skin well-tanned, around the sides and back of his skull his hair was kept the length of peach fuzz, but on the top of his head it was no shorter than four inches, thick, and brown, all combed to the right, his eyes were brown and cold.
His skin was caucasian, Borden was pretty sure, and he noticed some dark, greenish markings on the man's neck. The professional attire didn't really quite work for him, although he was a professional. He wasn't a professional businessman, though. Borden could tell the man was a professional cold-blooded killer. And he looked set to kill by the look he had in his eyes.
"Well if it isn't my maiden," the man said, surprising Borden with how bass his voice was.
Borden glanced toward Eira. She'd spread her legs apart, had her hands sitting on her hops, her head cocked upward. Borden guessed the man was getting a defiant look.
"Did you not think I would come and track you down?" he asked.
By the way Eira cocked her head Borden guessed she was giving the man a sarcastic expression.
"No, I couldn't let sixty thousand dollars run away from me," he said.
"I'm sure you don't even muss the money," Eira replied with fire — like when she'd threatened Borden if he were to touch her.
"Sixty thousand dollars is a big sum of money," he said. "Five thousand, no, I don't miss that, but sixty thousand dollars, that's noticeable."
"Really?" Eira asked. "I would never have guessed."
"I don't try to make it obvious," he said. "But I am going to get my sixty thousand dollars, so long as that itinerant fool behind you doesn't even think about touching his gun."
Borden sighed and dropped his arms.
"But of course you went and put us through a lot of trouble," he said "And I'm probably going to need to subdue you. So."
Borden started powering forward as the man raised his gun up, level with his shoulders, his arm ramrod straight. Stretching his arm forward, Borden grabbed Eira's arm and instantly started swinging his arm back.
The gun firing exploded through the air, it felt like it ripped through Borden and he found himself falling to the pavement and things going black as he made impact."