Murder for Treasure by David Williams

Author:David Williams [Williams, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0312552963
Published: 2019-03-14T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Pushing the old women at Treasure had been a reflex action—in the split second when he realized who he was facing. He had to get out fast and unrecognized. The money could wait. All the money in the world could wait if he could just get away without that man seeing him.

He wheeled around and ran: ran for his life. He followed the path across the west end of the towering cathedral, crossed the narrow river by the small stone bridge, leapt down the steps on the far side and veered right at the comer of an outbuilding. Ahead was the road with the cars parked alongside the high wall on the left. Thank God there wasn’t a single person in sight except the one he needed—standing as arranged by a white, two-door car under the tree on the right. He glanced back: there was no one following him, at least not yet.

‘Quick. It’s gone wrong. Got to get away.’ His lungs were bursting. ‘Had to leave the money. Tomorrow.’

The raincoated driver nodded, seeming to understand. A gloved hand opened the passenger door. The seat was already tipped forward. ‘You’d best get in the back. Here, let me help.’ Still the stage Welsh accent.

Too late he saw the sleeved weapon lift above his head. The sandbag cosh smacked across his temple flattening on impact and diffusing the damage of the devastating blow. With a rough heave the body was thrust face downwards into the back of the car.

The driver put the front passenger seat back in place, spread the rug over the still figure, slammed the door, then paused and looked around before walking to the other side of the vehicle. There was no one in sight nor again a few moments later when the car drove away from the cathedral and St David’s, entering a familiar route of high-hedged lanes and cart tracks that in minutes would fetch up at the sea.

The figure who had stopped abruptly by the bridge in the shade of the outbuilding was bewildered but not alarmed at what he had witnessed. His eyesight was poor at the distance and he was not wearing his glasses. It seemed the car had been waiting under the tree, and the driver had helped the man get in. He was certainly too far away to pick up any of the conversation and instinct had warned him to remain where he was, unseen.

The conclusion he was drawn to was preposterous, he warned himself as the car sped away. Even so, if asked about the passenger’s state of health, his reply might have been bizarre if not ambivalent.

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