The Chess Player by Andrew Parker

Author:Andrew Parker [Parker, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781412221016
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Published: 2012-08-21T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14.

It was Friday 12th December and there was an early morning mist across the open expanse of land on which Church of St. David was located. Crows squawked as they pranced around and suddenly flew low across the ground, giving an eerie feel to the scene.

Judge Francis Lloyd pulled the sleeve of his black coat back up his arm as he walked across the damp grass and looked at his watch. 7.30am, it would be three hours before the funeral of his wife but he couldn’t sleep and decided he would get some fresh air and strolled across the field from his house to see the Priest. It would take ten minutes and although he was convinced the Priest would have everything in hand for the funeral it was other thoughts he wanted to get off his chest.

His steps echoed as he walked into the empty church, suddenly his mobile tdephone burst into life ‘bollocks’ he murmured and then apologised to the most worshipped statue on the planet. He then fell foolish as there was no one else around, but turned around quickly and went outside through the Church’s main large wooden doors. He was eager to answer his mobile in the allotted amount of rings before it went into the message answering service.

‘HeUo Lloyd’ he snapped answering with his name as habit but annoyed he was being disturbed on this of all days.

‘Sorry Francis, it’s Stephen Tarling’ he said hal asleep then realised it was the day of the funeral. ‘I was going to update you from Colombia, but I’m home now and it can wait I’ll see you at ten’.

‘Yeah well have a chat after the service’ Lloyd switched his mobile phone off.

As Francis Lloyd re-gathered his thoughts and composure he noticed out of the corner of his eye a car parked on the road outside the front entrance to the church. As he looked over the car engine started up and slowly moved away. Lloyd raised his eyebrows and thought it was an unusual time of the day to be visiting a church, then again he wasn’t a churchgoer, so who was he to say what time people should worship?

His mind began to work overtime, and he couldn’t wait, he needed to know about the murder investigation and Tarlings trip to Colombia. He used his thumbnail to push down on the top of his mobile to switch it on and to call Tarling back and hear the news.

He held the mobile telephone cose to his ear, it was ringing. ‘Stephen, sorry I was inside the Church….just the funeral and everything getting to me’.

‘I understand it’s a very sad day’.

‘Ironic eh, never read the Bible, never been to Church and yet you turn to God in times of need’ he gave a slight sniff as he made his way to the Priests house. ‘Tell me Stephen, just give me a direct yes or no are we out of this money laundering business?’.

Stephen Tarling was in bed and using the telephone on the bedside cabinet.

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