Monday, July 16, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 117.07

“So what do you propose? Sitting in the woods with a packed lunch and a flask of tea on the off-chance we'll spot a secret entrance somewhere within the fifty-odd acres?” Peters shook his head, a dismissive chuckle in his throat. “'Cause if you do we're going to need a lot more manpower than Serious Crimes can provide.”

“No, I'm not suggesting that, sergeant, no. It was just an observation, though I dare say a few cameras fitted with motion detectors wouldn't go amiss. I know where to get hold of a few as well.”

“Have to be careful putting those up without a warrant, sir. Most of the woods round here are Forestry Commission, or what's left of it. And the bits that don't belong to them belong to National Trust.”

“That's only the bit in the middle around the neolithic burial site. Besides, it's not as if the area is patrolled...” White closed his eyes and shook his head, opening them again just in time to avoid ploughing into a pillar box on the corner of Beecham Road. “That was stupid of me. I can be such a fool sometimes.”

“You'll get no argument from me, sir, but why specifically?”

“The neolithic burial site. It has a legally enforced exclusion zone designed to 'protect out heritage'.”

Peters nodded. “Aye, and has a handy path underground to boot. I'd be hard pressed to think of a better entrance to a secret underground facility.”

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