Friday, April 18, 2014

Dead Rire chapter 173.11

Beryl shook her head. “Promise me you won't upset yourself or go haring around the woods in the middle of the night again?”


“Yes. You did that for years after that murder case about the mother of the missing girl.”

“Little Sally Fields.” Cameron could feel his mouth tighten into a line. “You're the second person to bring that case up in the last few days. My only unsolved case, unless this one goes the same way.”

“All right. I give in.” Beryl held up her hands. “I don't want you spending the next twelve months moping about for clues. Go and do what you have to so, just don't come running to me when your heart explodes.”

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 173.10

“Don't be horrible.”

Cameron held his hand up in a sign of submission. “Sorry. You should see her, though. Perhaps I could drive you over there?”

“Are you up for visiting Beattie? You're supposed to be having a rest and I know how agitated you become when you talk to her.”

“Only because she's an idiot.” He pursed his lips, holding back from saying anything too hurtful. “I've seen tectonic features change faster that your sister's opinions. She still supports Enoch Powell, and he's been dead twenty years.”

“Has he?” Beryl shook her head. “I thought they'd brought him back as head of immigration.”

“You know? It wouldn't surprise me if they had.”

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 173.09

“What do you mean?”

“Your sister's always drunk. She's an alcoholic. It's a good job she doesn't drive or I'd have arrested her a dozen times over.”

Beryl laughed nervously. “Don't be ridiculous. Beattie isn't an alcoholic. She likes a little tipple now and again, of course, but you never see her drunk.”

“Only because her blood is mostly alcohol. The woman drinks spirits with her breakfast, for God's sake. How she holds a job down is anybody's guess.”

“She's never had any complaints.”

“School crossing wardens rarely do. How many five-year olds would recognise an alcoholic? I'm surprised she hasn't pickled herself to oblivion.”

“I haven't seen Beattie in a couple of weeks. I ought to go soon.”

“Before she goes, yes.”

Monday, April 14, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 173.08

“Yes. I couldn't look her in the eye for weeks afterwards. I was almost glad when she moved to Torquay.”

“So was I.”

“You never did like Beatrice, did you? You wouldn't dance with her at our wedding.”

“I was worried about getting my toes broken. She was drunk.”

“Everyone drinks at a wedding.”

“This was before you'd even walked up the aisle.”

“She had a soft spot for you. I expect she still does, if she's forgotten your eulogy.”

“She was already married to Reg at the time. He couldn't drag her away fast enough when she put her tongue in my ear.”

“Don't be ridiculous. She was trying to whisper I was on my way.”

“She was trying to get me to run away with her.”

“I expect she was having a laugh. She was a bit tipsy.”

“That's like saying to Pope's a bit Catholic.”

Friday, April 11, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 173.07

“A pub on a Saturday lunchtime?”

“You know, filled with the unwashed watching the FA cup on the big screen telly.”

“I don't see how I could possibly know that, seeing as the nearest you ever took me to the pub on a Saturday lunchtime was to drop me off at the supermarket.”

“You didn't like pubs. You still don't.”

“Hardly the point, though, is it. I never realised you were just getting rid of me for the afternoon.”

“You liked going shopping.” He frowned. “You used to meet your sister and compare horror stories about me and...what was her husband's name again?”

“Reginald. You should at least remember that. You gave the eulogy at his funeral.”

White nodded. “I remember. I said he was fond of golf when it was actually bowls. I almost got lynched by his groupies.”

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 173.06

“You scared the life out of me when you walked back in the kitchen. I've never seen so much mud on one person. I thought I was going to be ravaged by the monster from the black lagoon.” \dhe shook her head, grimacing at the memory. “And such a stink. I couldn't get rid of it for days.”

“How do you think I felt? I sank into the swamp and was up to my knees in decomposing ramblers.” He half smiled. “Pretty much like being in the pub on a Saturday lunchtime. I asked Chambers about it at the time. Fresh out of college he was, the,. He'd never seen anything like it.”

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 173.05

“Who? Who calls me that?”

“I don't know.” Beryl frowned, her eyebrows beetling. “What was the name of that blonde haired lad? The one I always said looked more like an altar boy than a police officer. Used to follow you around like a lost puppy, always had his notebook out?”

“Constable Turnbull?”

“Yes, that's the one.”

“He used to call me Doctor Who?”

“No. He never said anything about it. It was everyone else who called you that.”

“Surely not? Why, for God's sake?” It was a rhetorical question but his dear wife answered it anyway.

“Because you followed up all the loony cases. The leylines and the witches. That hound of death on the moor.”

He chuckled. “I remember that. Water rising up through the limestone and making a bog. It scared the devil out of me when I heard it myself.”