Cherringham--Murder under the Sun by Matthew Costello

Author:Matthew Costello [Costello , Matthew; Richards , Neil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-3-7325-5314-3
Publisher: Bastei Entertainment
Published: 2020-01-06T16:00:00+00:00

9. Hit the Road

Jack turned east out of Cherringham, out to the winding road that led to the highway and London. Luckily not much traffic for a Monday morning.

Sarah had called late the night before. She’d found a signature on a deed for a place on Wardour Street. Hooke’s first club. The signature matched the hospital visitor book.

It was the same Micky all right.

“Can I say … you are amazing?” Jack had said. “And was he ever arrested?”

“Once, but by then Micky Hooke could afford a good lawyer. Charges dropped.”

“One of those guys. Okay. Think I should call ahead?”

“Not sure. I mean, you’ve always said there is something in surprise.”

“That there is.”

“Reactions unprepared. But who knows? He might not be in any of his clubs. Especially on a Monday morning. Wasted trip.”

“And wasted time. That’s what worries me. But I’ll drop in anyway. Sometimes I believe in sheer dumb luck.”

“In this case, let’s hope not too dumb.”

As he pulled out onto the main road that led towards the M40, he wondered how Sarah was getting on right now. He knew she’d planned to leave early for Glastonbury to beat the traffic.

Could DJ Tigz hold the key to getting Len out of jail?

*

Sarah parked her shiny new car carefully in a corner of the Glastonbury shoppers’ car park, and headed up the main street.

It had been years since she’d been here, but she could see that the little high street was still dominated by “alternative” shops, as if the ’60s had never ended.

Crystals, therapies, spiritual healing from around the globe — if life wasn’t working out for you, this hippy town promised to fix it for sure.

Ten o’clock — most places open, but not many shoppers out and about.

She walked up past the shops then checked her phone for the location, turned down a narrow alleyway, and there — sandwiched between an incense store and a magic bookshop — she saw “Dreamcatcher”, all swirly Indian script on the front, and decked out inside like a forest glade, albeit with a hoarfrost of decades of dust on everything.

The door stood open — she went through and took in the place. It was like stepping back to her youth.

Sitars met whales on the store soundtrack. Incense burned from various positions, making the air thick. On the walls, she saw, yes, black-light posters and poems writ large, arcane symbols, signs and runes everywhere.

And on the tables and displays — stacks of colourful crystals and smooth stones.

But no sign of anyone in here.

She went over to one of the tables, picked up a piece of jagged white crystal.

“Selenite,” came a solemn voice from behind her. “It’s wonderful for activating your higher chakras.”

She turned to see a man in his fifties. Round glasses, tinted a light purple. Greying hair pulled back in a tight bun. Face lined.

“Establishes connections with your Guardian Angel.”

But that face was still recognisable from the YouTube videos Sarah had watched — albeit maybe more peaceful looking now than in those frenetic days of Ibiza ’90.

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