Seers' Moon by Karen Wolfe

Author:Karen Wolfe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: New Generation Publishing
Published: 2010-03-08T00:00:00+00:00

She couldn't fathom any of this. Why she'd been hauled off that bus and read her rights, what she was doing at Bartlesham Police- Station, why folks kept coming in and pointing at her...why them girls had looked at her like that--half-scared, half-respectful. Why everyone had their minds on bombs, and, most of all, what they were all celebrating, because by the sound of it, there was quite a party going on...after another five minutes of people...waving streamers or blowing party-poppers...peering round doors and whispering, the two W.P.C.'s brought her bag back, and deposited it on the desk.

‘Well, ladies.’ Sergeant Gilmore rubbed his hands together. ‘Checked the contents, have you?’

‘Yes, Sarge.’ They looked puzzled.

‘Yes, and? Are we talking Incriminating Substances here?’

‘Er, not exactly, Sarge.’ W.P.C. Coles took the initiative.

‘Well, secret compartments, then? Come on, woman! What did you find?’

They exchanged looks, and then W.P.C. Gray flipped open her notebook and read: ‘In zipped side-pocket, purse, green leather, one. Mirror-compact, one. Lipstick, red, one. In main body of bag: Scouring-pads, packet of. Dishcloths: 3 knitted. Washing-up liquid: 1 bottle of. Pink rubber gloves-’ ‘Aha! I knew it!’

‘...one pack of. Toilet-cleaner, one bottle. And potato-peeler, stainless-steel, one. That's it, Sarge.’

Into the ensuing silence, Mariander said: ‘I told you. Women's Things.’

Rog. and Steve, on their way in with some paperwork, were agreeably surprised to find themselves grabbed and snogged by two young W.P.C.'s, wearing paper-hats.

It wasn't, as far as they knew, anyone's birthday, but there was music, and, even better, paper cupsful of alcohol going the rounds.

‘Celebration!’ giggled the policewoman who'd arrested Mariander. ‘Haven't you heard? We've nicked the Bartlock Bomber!’

Steve spluttered. ‘You what?’

‘Yeah, she's at the front desk now! Never guess to look at her-’ But Rog. and Steve had gone pale and dashed off. The W.P.C. Looked suspiciously at the wine she'd just poured. Couldn't be that bad, could it?

‘Psst! Sarge!’ Rog. and Steve were hovering round Sergeant Gilmore's desk like flies over dung, and he couldn't be doing with them, especially as the Suspect seemed to be giving him the evil eye.

‘Not now, lads, eh?’ He swivelled his chair round and hissed: ‘Go and have a drink! Big day for Bartlesham nick! Haven't you heard?’

‘Yeah, but Sarge...’

‘Bugger off!’ He could feel a headache coming on.

‘But Sarge, it's not her!’

‘Don't be absurd!’ The Sarge hissed back. ‘How d'you know it isn't?’

‘Er...smaller,’ Rog. said.

‘Yeah, and different hair,’ Steve chipped in. ‘Tidier. Y'know, permed. Anybody can see it's not her,’ Rog. persisted.

‘Not who, eh?’ Mariander asked sweetly. ‘Just who'd you think I am, eh?’...and then she caught sight of Granny's WANTED poster glaring down at her from the wall, and suddenly she understood.

So that was what Bryony had been getting up to, was it, alongside taking up with old flames--a wonder she hadn't got Struck Off years back. She'd be having a few choice words with her sister--if she ever got out of there, that was.

It took a while to get hold of Mr. Roach, the Estate Agent, but eventually he came and identified Mariander.

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