Death of an Addict by Beaton M.C

Author:Beaton, M.C. [M. C. Beaton]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781849012294
Publisher: Constable & Robinson

Hamish awoke in the morning with the beginnings of fear in his stomach. The fear was not that he would be exposed as a fraud and so put his life in danger. The fear was that he would not be able to carry it off and lose face with Olivia. He had to admit he found her attractive, very attractive. He was irked that she regarded him in a totally sexless light.

When he went into the kitchen, she was reading the newspapers. ‘We’ll be moving to the Grand after you cook us some breakfast,’ she said when she saw him. ‘That’s our car outside. I think we should get into the part right away.’

‘Very well, darling.’

‘What did you call me?’

‘Chust getting into the act of being your husband,’ said Hamish.

‘Well, don’t unless there is anyone else around. There’s a suitcase of clothes arrived for you as well.’

‘I haff the verra good suit,’ said Hamish huffily.

‘Probably too conservative for the part you’re supposed to play.’

‘I’ll have a look.’

‘Breakfast first, if you please. I’ll have coffee and two poached eggs on toast.’

I find you attractive but I could really learn to dislike you, thought Hamish.

After he had cooked and they had eaten breakfast, he looked out of the front window of the bungalow. A gleaming gold Mercedes was parked outside.

‘Where did they get the car from?’ he asked.

‘Up from Glasgow. I don’t know where they got it from. We’d best go and get changed and get out of here.’

Hamish picked up the suitcase and went into his bedroom, slung it on the bed and opened it. There was an Armani suit, designer jeans, suede and leather jackets, silk underwear, shirts with the name of a famous Jermyn Street shirt maker and a box containing gold cuff links, gold Rolex and wraparound sunglasses. There was also a camel-hair coat.

There was a wallet containing credit cards in the name of Hamish George, a passport and driving licence. It was odd, he thought, when one was at the very bottom of the police force rung, how one would never dream that they could get all this stuff ready so quickly.

He wished he could wear his own clothes. But when he was finally dressed in the biscuit-coloured Armani suit, shirt, silk tie, gold cuff links and gold watch, he realized what a good idea it was. He felt like an actor dressed for a part.

Carrying the coat over his arm, he went into the living room and sat down to wait for Olivia. At last her bedroom door opened and she came out. Hamish blinked at the transformation.

There was now something subtly common and coarse about Olivia. Her hair was piled on top of her head in an elaborate arrangement of curls and loops. She was wearing a power-dressing suit, large shoulder pads, very short skirt and with the jacket worn over a white silk blouse decorated with many gold chains. She wore heavy eye make-up and had painted her mouth to look much fuller and pouting.

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