Sunday, November 20, 2011

Dead Rite chapter 86.04

There was a bench nearby and he lowered himself to the seat, surprised by their warmth until he realised they were meats. It had been a busy few days and the chance to just sit and take in the sun was welcome. He tried to ignore the cigarette butts littering the pavement at his feet, especially to one showing a flash of orange or green cardboard in the end, the makeshift filters used to enable the cigarette, or more commonly joint, to be smoked to the very end.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of moire patterns on his eyelids from the sunshine. It seemed like only a few seconds before the sun went in. “What did you discover?”

“It's not their duty to call parents about absences, sir, no no-one has been informed or questioned about the missing lads.”

“And did you get the parent's details?”

“Yes sir. Samuel Trubshaw has a mother in Hobb's Road and Dillard Farthing comes from Birmingham. I've got the number.”

“We'll take the local one first, after we've had a chat with his tutor.” White opened his eyes. Peters was eating another chocolate bar. “Have you got worms, sergeant? You haven't stopped eating for the past hour.”

“I know. I can't help it sir. I've got cravings today. A real case of the munchies.”

“I see.” White rose and took another glance at the notice board. “We need Engineering Block Four, which is this way.”

“We're walking?”

“Yes sergeant. We used to do a lot of this in the old days. It's a fairly simple process, you'll find.”

“Yes, sir. I was thinking more about you. I haven't seen you walk further than twenty yards all month.”

“Most of the time I don't need to.”

“What if you have to chase a suspect?”

“That's why I have you.” White smiled. “This way.”


Stephanie said...

Oh, no. Peters isn't infected, is he? It does have to be smoked, the weed?

Leatherdykeuk said...

He's fine. It's the one batch from Magelight that's the problem.