“I don't
claim to be anything.”
The suspect
was just a kid, a bit backward, if his appearance was anything to go
by. A jacket over a Pink Floyd tee shirt? What kid his age even knew
about Pink Floyd? They used to be one of White's favourites. Dark
Side of the Moon came out when he was studying politics at
Manchester Uni. He still had all their albums on vinyl. Not that he
played them very often. Beryl preferred the television.
“But you
said you'd travelled here from nineteen eighty-eight without stopping
between then and now?”
“How
should I know? I went into the library looking for a book and when I
come out all the cars have changed and people look at me oddly. What
happened to Mary, eh? That's what I want to know. Now people are
telling me I've done a Marty McFly.”
“A what?”
“You know,
Back to the Future?” The film? Only I've gone forward in time to my
own future to find I'm not here.”
“Calm
down, son.” White pulled out the chair and sat. “We're getting
ahead of ourselves here. What book were you looking for?”
“Why does
everyone ask me that? Brannigan's
'Elements of Design'.
Don't see why it matters. The library didn't have it anyway. Just
loads of bones and these two chaps in suits.”
“Chaps
in suits?” White looked at the little tape recorder and sighed.
There was no tape in it. He'd forgotten. Mark it up to being called
in at three in the morning. “Who were they, then?”
“I
can't remember what the tall one was called but the other was a bloke
called Harold Waterman.”
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