The Untold Tales of Dolly Williamson by J.M. Bannon

Author:J.M. Bannon [Bannon, J.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Claymore Ulfberht & Xiphos LLC
Published: 2017-10-07T06:00:00+00:00

“What picture? let me see it,” requested Keane.

Dolly pulled out one of the few remaining bills he had in his coat and passed it to Keane. In the process he felt his pipe, he resolved if they had a half hour before the operation he would enjoy a smoke.

Keene studied the poster bill it showed a hand sketch of an African woman’s face including the title;

Wanted for questioning at Scotland Yard

Ms. Angelica Du Haiti

aged 28-34

Notify a constable immediately

Keene looked at Dolly with a peculiar look of shock and apprehension “How did you come to know this?”

“I’m a detective Keane, it’s my business is to identify criminals. I’m certain that’s my girl”

“How did you come to know her name her likeness?”

Dolly’s buoyant mood washed away at Keane strange interest in his case. “I obtained intelligence from sources, multiple confidential sources.”

“It was that Witch, wasn’t it?”

“Oh it is a legitimate corroborated lead, I assure you.“

“I am asking you who? If corroborated who are the two sources, tell me,” demanded Keane.

Dolly had never seen Keene act like this and was reticent in sharing too much. By a foreign office. What is up with you Keene?”

Keene continued to deliver a cold stare, remaining silent as if he was pondering about what to do next.

Dolly ripped the bill from Keane's grip. “Don’t you mind who I work with; Rose’s methods are as reliable as yours.”

Annoyed, Dolly stalked over to the side street where a row of steam-powered paddy wagons lined up to transport prisoners and one of the new command wagons, the latest in mobile communication technology. It was grander than a paddy wagon about the size of a mover’s truck with a wire type and tape clacker. The wagon was capable of splicing into the telegraph wire system and provide up to the minute communication. Two police clerks were in the back sending messages back to Scotland Yard and to the other muster points.

The Detective strode up the wooden steps to take a glance at the latest in police communication machinery. “Hey gents,” He said to the two young constables that were clerking the wire-types.

“Good morning Detective Sergeant,” replied the youthful clerk holding the clacker tape.

“Do you mind not smoking in the van sergeant it’s a little stuffy in here and this is all sensitive gear,"

“No worries mate," as Dolly turned to step down Keane was right on his heels glaring at him. “What the fuck Keane you’re on me like a case of the crabs," barked Dolly. Keene just glared at him. “Are you all right? You look like you need a lie down.”

BOOM! The two men snapped out of the conversation when an ear-shattering blast occurred. More than just a sound it came with a shock wave that everyone felt in their bones and then was accompanied by debris showering down across the muster site.

Dolly instinctively pulled himself into the communications truck. Lying on the floor he could hear the constant patter of dirt and gravel raining down on the top of the communications van.

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