The Twitch by Kevin Parr

Author:Kevin Parr
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime, Bird Watching
ISBN: 9781908717979
Publisher: Unbound
Published: 2013-08-29T00:20:31+00:00

The week’s continued to be quiet on the twitching front, but that at least has meant I’ve been able to put a hasty and rather sly plan of action together. I’m testing it out on Mick tomorrow morning and have sown the seed tonight. I’m confident it’ll work.

The location has been key. I spent all of Tuesday and Wednesday sussing out where and when. I’ve yet to tell Abi of my sick leave – I just haven’t got time for the endless questions – so instead I’ve been going off in the morning with a shirt and tie on and scouring the local area for the perfect spot for an accident.

I found it last evening. There’s a lot of heathland around Woking; some of it common land, some of it MoD land, but all in all a sufficient amount to be able to find a small area that’s seldom walked or played. Not far from Bisley is a little lane that eases into the heath, fizzles into track and then … nothing. People must use it to park and walk from, but in the two days I spent sussing it out, I didn’t see a soul. As luck would have it, at some point in the last few months someone’s taken a car up the lane and set fire to it; I can only presume it was joyriders, but I owe whoever it was a drink, because it makes an ideal landmark. About ten paces beyond the burnt-out car, a little deer track winds up the slope and into a copse. It carries on climbing through the trees and bramble before opening out onto a plateau. About three-quarters of the way through the copse, the path takes a left turn and climbs sharply through a tight little mass of trunks: it creates a distinct zigzag up the slope, and if someone were to slip, they could potentially fall around ten feet or so into a mass of brambles and probably do themselves a bit of damage.

I don’t want to hurt Mick badly; I just want to see if my plan might work, and I don’t mind if he gets a bit knocked up in the process, so I took a garden fork and a rope up today, tied myself to one of the tree trunks and then worked my way beneath them, letting the rope take my weight. The earth was dry, but sandy – easy to work loose, and within ten minutes or so I had exposed the bulk of the roots of the tree I was tied to. It didn’t work quite as I planned, but when I pulled myself back up to the path to admire my work I could see I had done even better than I hoped. In the middle of the lower section of the path now lay a deep hole and a tangle of solid roots that could surely tweak an ankle.

I searched around the nearby area grabbing twigs and dried grass, and laid them all as gently as I could over the hole.

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