The Anna McColl Mysteries Box Set 1 by Penny Kline

Author:Penny Kline [Kline, Penny]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Endeavour Media
Published: 2019-11-27T22:00:00+00:00

11

Michael was knocking on the door. I went to let him in. It was the first time I had seen him without a suit and he looked different, less the high-powered businessman. He was wearing rust-coloured trousers and a dark red shirt. He looked tired, preoccupied, then he smiled and walked past me into the flat.

‘Ready?’

‘Where are we going?’

He thought for a moment. ‘Well, I suppose we should start with a tour of the Clifton area.’

‘He’s hardly likely to be walking up Whiteladies Road.’

‘You don’t know Luke.’ He broke off. ‘Of course in a way you probably know him better than any of us.’

We stared at each other for a moment, then he turned and walked back out of the flat, calling over his shoulder. ‘Got everything you need?’

‘What did you have in mind?’

He laughed. ‘Oh, nothing in particular, only I’m not sure how long this is going to take.’

He ran down the steps ahead of me and waited on the pavement.

‘I parked a bit further up,’ he said. ‘We’ll go in mine, shall we, that way you’ll be free to scan the highways and byways.’

‘Yes, all right, but shouldn’t we be going on foot? We won’t see much from a car.’

Crossing the road to get a better view of the floating harbour he shaded his eyes against the hazy sun, then called to me to join him.

‘See those boats? I used to have one like that. They race pretty well if the wind’s right. You sail, I expect.’

I shook my head. ‘I tried it once, nearly got knocked out by the boom or whatever it’s called.’

He put his hand on my shoulder. ‘Look, we both know this search is pretty much a lost cause, but at least it makes us feel we’re doing something. You can’t sit in that flat all day, blaming yourself for what’s happened.’

‘I’m not blaming myself.’

‘Good.’

I stopped to shake some grit out of my shoe.

‘Anyway,’ I said, ‘I thought you knew places where Luke might be hiding out.’ He sighed. ‘Long shots, but I suppose anything’s worth a try.’

We crossed the road, and turned the corner, passing a house that was being re-roofed. There was always building work going on in Cliftonwood. Renovations, one person moving out, another keen to get started on the home improvements. Scaffolding stuck out across most of the pavement. Michael stood back to let me go first, then caught up again and started talking animatedly.

‘What would you be doing if this was a normal weekend?’

‘Me? Oh, shopping, cleaning the flat.’

‘All weekend?’ Did he want to know if I had someone who spent most of the weekend with me? ‘Doesn’t sound much fun.’

‘I enjoy the rest.’

‘Of course.’

His car was a white Honda CRX. The new model.

‘Good for business,’ he said, holding open the passenger door. ‘You know what they say? Nothing succeeds like success.’

We drove up Clifton Down Road, turning left along Princess Victoria Street, then weaving our way between parked cars and pedestrians, making for Sion Hill and the Suspension Bridge.

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