As Easy as Murder by Quintin Jardine

Author:Quintin Jardine [Jardine, Quintin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, World Literature, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Women Sleuths, Crime Fiction, Private Investigators, Scotland
ISBN: 0755340280
Google: Ual6Stb02q8C
Amazon: B005ES0WWO
Goodreads: 12490545
Publisher: Headline
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Ten

It didn’t happen quite as smoothly as that, though. On the way south, Alex explained, politely but firmly, that certain things had to be done by the book, to keep the sharp-eyed, sharp-tongued prosecutor happy, and that it would be necessary for us to stop off at his office in Girona, for me to put everything I had told him on the record.

I was keen to get back to the action, but I didn’t argue. He had enough on his plate without me turning awkward. Back at the ‘Yard’, they went as fast as they could, but the clerical staff didn’t work Sundays and so Jorge had to transcribe the story I told to the tape, and that wasn’t his strong suit. It took him the best part of an hour before Alex was satisfied, but finally, I was able to sign it.

The final round was well under way by the time they dropped me at the course. The early starters, the also-rans who were playing for as many euro as they could pick up, were completing their week’s work, but only their families and managers were interested in them and so the stand by the eighteenth green was almost empty. Behind it, the main leader-board told me three things: the last match was playing the fifteenth hole, the closest challengers to the leaders were six shots adrift, and Jonny was eighteen under par, one shot behind the Irish kid, who had just birdied the fourteenth.

They were a fair distance from the clubhouse, and I was making my way against the flow of the crowds, so it took me a little while to reach them. Just as I did, I heard a roar; by that time my ear was attuned to gallery sounds so I knew that someone had just holed a putt for a birdie at least. I eased my way greenside, just in time to see young Irish pick his ball out of the hole, with an even wider smile than usual splitting his face in two. As he did so, his caddie handed the flag to Uche; a good sign, possibly, since it meant that Jonny had still to putt. I looked around for Tom, and saw him a few yards to my right. His face was expressionless, as he changed one of the numbers on his board, replacing the red nineteen with twenty.

The cheer had subsided as quickly as it had erupted, but I doubt that Jonny would have heard anything as he lined up the shot that faced him, five or six metres I judged, across a slope, downhill at the finish, virtually impossible to leave short yet impossible to stop once it had passed the hole. If his opponent had been allowed to place it, that’s the spot he’d have chosen. Jonny waved Uche to join him; they surveyed the line together, then the caddie backed off. By that time, I’d seen enough of Jonny in competition mode to know that when he made up his mind about a shot, he didn’t hang about.

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