Death at Friar's Inn by Rob Keeley

Author:Rob Keeley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd
Published: 2022-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

In the early hours of Monday morning, Tom lay naked in bed and clung to her. Friar’s Inn was quite generous even with its single beds, and his wiry build made up for her curves. There was plenty of room.

Becca let her fingers dance playfully across his chest. She had discovered at the start of proceedings that he was ticklish.

“Want to revise that feedback now?”

Tom kissed her. “Yeah.”

“And how do you feel?”

Tom looked into her eyes again. “Incredible. I don’t ever remember feeling so alive.”

“Bloody hell, was that your first time?”

Tom went slightly pink. “Er... yeah. You?”

“Er... well. Not entirely.” Becca grinned. She was looking very naughty. “But never with anyone who’d saved my life, before. My hero.” She gave him another kiss.

They lay peacefully together, as the hours ticked by. Tom’s brain was starting early again. He kept thinking of Maisie being taken away... shouting accusations.

Nat couldn’t really know anything about this, could he?

He knew he should leave it, now. Let the police do their job. But what if Maisie were innocent? He couldn’t let her face life imprisonment. It was like Becca had said. He was a decent man.

At six-thirty a.m. he got up and went into the kitchenette. Friar’s Inn was very quiet. Most people wouldn’t arrive for work for two hours, yet.

He looked in cupboards and the tiny fridge, found bread, eggs, butter, coffee. He guessed Mouse was the one who had shopped. He found a frying pan.

At seven he went back to the bed. Becca still lay sleeping, a single sheet over her. She looked calm and still and quite exotic. She’d got the wrong fairy tale, last night. She was Sleeping Beauty.

Following the theme, he kissed her on the lips. She smiled and woke up. Tom did a Nat and beeped her nose.

“Breakfast?”

Still naked, Becca went and opened a wardrobe set into the wall of the living area. She found a gorgeous pink dressing-gown and pulled it on. She seemed to have taken silk already.

She found two plates and two mugs waiting on the table.

“Wow. He cooks, as well.”

“Fried egg on fried bread.” Tom pulled back a chair for her. “The only thing I can cook.”

“Heart attack on a plate.” Becca laughed as she saw Tom’s face. “No, that’s great. I’m impressed. I could do with a coffee, too.”

They sat and ate and drank. Tom was enjoying his fried bread, and his coffee. Everything tasted better, this morning. He hadn’t even got a hangover after all that booze.

The worry must still have shown in his face, though. Becca lowered her mug.

“You’re still thinking about Lucretia Borgia from the kitchens, aren’t you? Tom, I really think we should let it go now.”

“What she said... I can’t get it out of my head. Nat threatening Lewes... why?”

Becca put her knife and fork together.

“Can’t see Nat stealing the Mooting Trophy. Though he certainly could have beaten Lewes in a fight. You’re very tall, you Four Counties people, aren’t you? Must be all these eggs you eat.”

“He’s been my friend since first year.

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