All Hallows Dead by Marilyn Leach

Author:Marilyn Leach [Leach, Marilyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781522301615
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Published: 2018-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

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“I thought the bus stopped here,” Lillie protested amongst the noise of passing road traffic.

“Lillie, look.” Berdie, though several strides ahead of her friend on the verge, pointed down the thoroughfare. “It’s at the bottom of the road,” she yelled above the din. “See the bus stop? It’s where that woman in the white cardigan is standing.”

Berdie worked at not letting her impatience get the best of her, but she wasn’t doing very well. “We’ve been moving at a snail’s pace since we left the Four Ducks. We’ve missed one bus already, and we’re on course to just miss another.”

“You’ll hold the bus for me.” Lillie stopped and worked to catch her breath.

“What do you want me to do? Stand with open arms in front of it and yell halt like a policeman?”

“You’re not being very helpful.”

“I’m trying to move us along, Lillie.”

A man heading the opposite way on the verge frowned at Berdie and Lillie as he passed them, apparently annoyed at their boisterous conversation.

“Slow down,” Lillie yelled.

Berdie only increased her speed.

“Let me remind you,” Lillie’s words were salted with pants, “despite your recent reach into the past, you’re not working for that newspaper anymore. So you can cool your going-to-a-fire pace. You….”

A roaring motorbike zoomed by as several horns honked, and Berdie missed the latter half of Lillie’s words.

“Did you hear me, Berdie?”

“No.”

“I said you now work for the—SBI.”

Berdie abruptly stopped and turned. She hadn’t realized how big the gap had grown between them.

“I don’t work for the FBI,” she trumpeted.

“Not the FBI,” Lillie called out, “I said the SBI, the Spiritual Bureau of Investigation.”

“Very droll.” Berdie returned to her swift pace. “Ninety-eight percent of the time it’s simply down to leg work, Lillie.” Berdie listed her to-do list at the top of her voice. “I’ve got to find Dennison’s assistant from years back, follow up on the Gus, Keith, and Pip thing, get back into that church tower for an unobstructed look-see, and do it all in such a way that there’s not even a hint that I’m doing an investigation. And now I need to look into Old Mole’s being run down.”

“Berdie,” Lillie screamed. “What on earth is happening to that woman?”

Berdie swung her head round to see Lillie looking completely past her toward the bus stop beyond. Berdie turned and set her own gaze in that direction to see the woman in the white cardigan, several carrier bags in hand, go down on her knees.

“Somehow I don’t think she’s praying.” Berdie raced to get to the female who was now bent over and appeared to be in great distress.

“Are you all right?” Berdie asked, breathless, on arrival.

The lady didn’t even look up, but stared into the grate that covered a street water drain on which she knelt. “My money,” she moaned.

Berdie let go a sigh. Not a heart attack, then. Really! Still, she felt a certain compulsion to help the poor thing. She bent down and eyed the situation. It was a barred grate with gaps in between that went to some unknown, deep, dark place.

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