Kingston Bridge by Ian Todd

Author:Ian Todd [Todd, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0413314278
Publisher: Toddybear Publications
Published: 2017-07-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty One

Despite being better wrapped up against the cauld, including hivving a pair ae socks oan in her boots, Pearl’s feet wur still freezing. Her heart wis beating like the clappers. She felt like an extra oot ae a Bruce Lee film, wae her woollen scarf wrapped roond her heid and face, as she skipped up through the pillars. Mr Violent Inspector hid been back at whit he did best, chugging away tae himsel o’er his dirty mag, as she’d nipped past that wee glass fronted office ae his oan her toes. Efter another wee fly peek, she made her move and heided up the ramp. Nothing hid changed. It wis still like a set oot ae a horror film and she still felt like the frightened, distressed victim…the wan that usually hid a fleeting walk oan part at the start ae the film, before ending up lying oan her back, her legs at a twisted angle, staring blankly up intae the lens ae the camera as it zoomed in oan her, strangled. Tae make matters worse, her and some ae the lassies hid sat roond in Aggie and Helen’s flat two nights earlier, stuffing their faces wae popcorn and packets ae Gypsy Creams, watching the first TV viewing ae The Boston Strangler. Why the hell did lassies like them put themsels through aw that scary shit, she cursed tae hersel, peering intae the darkness across in the corner, impatiently waiting fur the match tae strike up. She again wondered if she’d done the right thing by showing Wilma Thain where she’d goat tae so far. When she’d held her bedroom door open, tae allow the inspector tae step through, she’d been waiting fur…whit?

“Ye’ve been busy,” hid been her initial reaction, tossing her shoulder bag oan tae the bed at the same time as that arse ae hers connected wae the edge ae the mattress, staring up at the wall.

“Aye, well, Ah suppose somewan his tae be,” she’d snipped, no being able tae contain hersel, pulling oot her packet ae fags and lighter, before joining the poliswummin.

“Why is Tony Gucci up there?” The Inspector wondered.

“Ah approached him, tae approach that brief ae his, Graham Portoy, tae approach Glenda Metcalfe, who he’s been shag…er, in a relationship wae, remember?”

“Whose influence clearly didnae work,” she’d replied, sounding happy at Tony’s failure tae secure her an interview. “So, whit’s your relationship wae him then?”

“Who?”

“Gucci.”

“Fur your information, Ah’ve known him since Ah wis a wean in the Toonheid, back in the 60s. Before we start, Inspector, Ah think we need tae get wan thing straight here. Ma understanding wis that if Ah provided you wae where Ah’ve goat tae, then you’d fill in any glaring gaps and maybe provide me wae some sort ae guidance.”

“Oh sorry, Ah wisnae trying tae…”

“So, noo that we’ve goat that sorted oot, aw Ah need fae you, is fur you tae take this typewriter ribbon,” she’d continued, haunin the wee metal drum wheel across tae her, “and start joining the dots as Ah take ye through whit Ah’ve uncovered so far.

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.