A Dish Served Cold by Diney Costeloe

Author:Diney Costeloe
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Amolibros
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Karen looked at her watch. It was half-past eight, a very respectable time for anyone to ring a friend. She drew a deep breath and dialled the number.

The phone rang several times before it was answered. A woman’s voice said the number. Not Pam’s voice, though.

“Oh, good evening,” she said in her politest tone. “Is Pam Smith there please?”

“Who?” asked the voice.

“Pam Smith. I believe she’s been staying with you.”

“No, I’m sorry, there’s no one here by that name. You must have a wrong number.”

“It was the number I was given, “ Karen replied determinedly. “I’m a friend of hers. Who am I speaking to please?”

“My name’s Sylvia Durston, if that’s any of your business, and I know no one by the name of Pam Smith, I’m sorry. Goodnight.”

The line went dead, and Karen was left listening to silence.

Damn, she thought, that had seemed so promising.

She returned to the address book, but there was no one else listed who lived, as far as she could tell, within a hundred miles of Belcaster. She sat in the chair chewing her thumb nail. Sylvia Durston was the only one who might have seen Pam, and yet when she answered Karen’s questions there had been absolutely no hesitation. Karen opened the book at the ‘A’s again, wondering if she had missed anyone. The first entry was so scored through that she could make nothing of it, and then her eye was caught by a name written on the inside cover of the book. Pamela Ford. It was written in schoolgirl writing, and Karen realised then how long ago this book had been started.

Perhaps I should have asked for Pamela Ford, she thought dejectedly. Perhaps that was who she knew Pam as, not Pam Smith.

I could ring again, Karen thought, but decided against it. If they had no luck anywhere else, she could always ride up to this Stone Winton place and have a look for herself. In the meantime, on Saturday, she would take herself up to London do some shopping. Pam could easily be in London and Karen herself was less likely to be remembered in the crowds of Oxford Street while she made her purchases. She could hear the faint rumble of Roger’s snores from the kitchen and murmured, “You sleep it off, Dad, and don’t worry. I’ll sort it for you.”

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