A Deadly Engagement by Robert Wilkinson

Author:Robert Wilkinson [Wilkinson, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-04-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter thirteen

Chapter 13

“Two whole days wasted!” Danny moaned as Ginnie picked him up to take him home. She smiled as he tossed his holdall onto the back seat of her car. “Two days!”

“Shut up, grumpy old sod. You’re back on Tuesday for more treatment, so don’t worry, you can enjoy another stay.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.”

Ginnie pulled a face as she got into the car. “Buckle up. I’ve got stacks of bacon in for butties.”

“Not hungry!” he scowled and looked out of the window as she drove away from the hospital.

“We’ve caught one. Well, two,” she said as she drove, and the clouds opened.

“Huh?” he said and turned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just have.”

“Who?”

“Eldon Lewis, one name on our list.”

Danny frowned. He hadn’t appeared in any of his searches, but he nodded. Ginnie continued. “Picked him up in Bromsgrove. Ran a red light, rookie mistake. Nothing on him, but I may go down there to question him on Monday.”

Danny’s mood was lifting. Two days starved of information about the case, deliberately by Ginnie, didn’t suit him. “You said two?”

“Ah yes, an attempted speed camera bomb again. A dog walker who called it in spotted him. A twenty-year-old called Samir Watts. Home-made bomb, no PE-8, but we may have stopped that source from the raid on the farm.”

“Hmmm. How much was there?”

“What?”

“PE-8 at the farm?”

“Half a box.”

“All accounted for?”

Ginnie slowed down as the lights changed against her. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t the EOD boys work out how much has been used at each explosion, plus the one at the station? It would give a clue how much is still out there and what damage it could do?”

His mood was lifting as his mind re-engaged.

“Good point. Assuming there was only one box.”

“How much was stolen?”

“Bloody hell, Danny, I see you’re back on the case!”

He looked out of the window and smiled this time, then turned to her. “Details, sweetie, details. They always solve the cases by carefully examining the details. Bacon buttie, you said?”

As soon as he walked through the door, he went and opened his laptop, ignoring the small pile of get-well cards on the kitchen table. Ginnie hauled his holdall in and dumped it in front of the washer. “I’ll sort the washing.” She grumbled. “Don’t mind me. I suppose you want coffee as well?”

“Huh? Thanks sweetie. And a bacon buttie? Butter, brown sauce. Thanks.”

Ginnie shook her head as she put the coffee on, then took her coat off and she nodded to Danny. “Coat.”

“Huh?”

“Coat. It’s wet.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” He shrugged it off and returned to his computer.

Soon, the washing machine was chugging away through its cycle, and the smells of fresh coffee and cooking bacon seeped through his defences, and he licked his lips. Ginnie plonked the bacon roll on the table, along with his black coffee. “There you are master.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you; you know.” He smiled at her and grabbed her hand. “Thanks, sweetie. This Samir Watts. Is he a copycat, do you think?”

She brought her late breakfast and drink to the table.

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