05 Murder of a Movie Star by L.B. Hathaway

Author:L.B. Hathaway [Hathaway, L.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Whitehaven Man Press London
Published: 2017-01-25T05:00:00+00:00

Twenty-One

London was up to her old tricks again. As Posie and Dolly leant out of the window of Posie’s living room, the air outside was tangy with brine, and it smelt as if they were by the sea.

‘It’s a relief, innit? After all that sun.’

Posie nodded.

They sat on the window seat and watched the rain falling heavily on the rooftops opposite, on the thin, dark, dusty street which led up to the British Museum, and they watched the lightning crack the sky apart in furious riots. A cool salty breeze rushed in at them. Dolly was smoking and had been very quiet since they had arrived back at Museum Chambers half an hour before.

‘Can’t say I like the police guard much, lovey. Even if he is a nice lad. Was that your idea? Still think one of us is in danger somehow? You are funny!’

‘Mnnn,’ Posie lied. ‘I might be over-egging it somewhat. But it’s only for tonight.’

Constable McCrae had taken up residence in Alaric’s room, picking his way courteously through stacks of paper and piles of discarded travelling clothes, maps and even a stray dog basket in order to find the bed. He had very properly kept a respectful distance from the two women, and had taken a mug of cocoa and a plate of buttered toast only when Posie had insisted, and he could now be heard flicking through Alaric’s vast collection of travel magazines, with the door only very slightly open.

‘Do you want a slug of whisky in that hot chocolate, Dolls? Help you sleep? It’s been a long day.’

‘Go on then. This is nice, just you and me, Posie. Like back in the old days.’

If truth were told, Posie desperately wanted to be alone. She was bone-tired and her body, wrapped as it was in her comfy blue dressing gown of shot silk, ached all over.

As she made her way over to the drinks cabinet she realised that all she wanted was to think: to try and make sense of the many and varied pieces of information she had heard today about Silvia Hanro and Worton Hall.

She started to pull out bottles and decanters, without paying the least bit of attention to what she was doing.

‘Rats!’ Posie spilled some of the amber-coloured drink all over her hands and sleeve.

‘Here you go.’ She took the drink over to Dolly, who seemed wrapped up in her own thoughts. Posie sat down with her pepped-up drink at the formal dining table, next to the serving hatch of frosted glass which led into her tiny kitchen, and rubbed at her eyes. She winced as the whisky hit her throat and burned.

As she listened to the rain, Posie wondered where Silvia was right now. Had she made it back to Brian Langley and Tom Moran and Worton Hall all ready to wrap up Henry the King at nine tomorrow morning? Or was she still enjoying a night out alone, the freedom of pretending to be someone else? Or had something more

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.