Glastonbury by Brian L Porter

Author:Brian L Porter [Porter, Brian L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2014-09-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

“Sounds to me like our Mavis chose the wrong profession, eh, Boss?” quipped Winston as he drove towards their rendezvous with Graves. “The old dear should have been a private eye, she's a veritable Miss Marple, don't you think?”

“Don't let Mavis hear you referring to her as an `old dear'. She'll kill you,” Cutler joked in reply.

“Hey, man, I think she's great to have found out all that info in a short time,” Winston went on.

“Seriously though, Joe, aren't you a bit worried by what she told you?” asked Sally, who felt a little unnerved herself after Cutler had brought them up to date with Mavis's findings.

“I'd be a liar if I said no, Sally,” he replied. “It looks as if by taking the job from Capshaw I may have signed us all up to a whole load of trouble. If I have then I apologise right now, and if either one of you wants to quit and get back to Cheltenham that'll be fine with me.”

“I ain't goin' anywhere, boss man,” was Winston's instant reply. “What you gonna do without me if you go gettin' yourself into trouble now, you answer me that?”

“And you, Sally” asked Cutler. “I'd understand if you wanted to go home and sit this one out. Mavis could use the company in the office.”

“Are you kidding, boss?” she came back at Cutler without hesitation. “Do you think just because I'm a woman I've got no sense of adventure? This could be big, bigger than any of us can imagine. Okay, so there might be an element of danger in it somewhere, but I'm not going to run away and leave you two to face Graves and Capshaw's machinations on your own.”

“Good for you, Sally girl,” said Winston, taking one hand from the steering wheel long enough to drape it around Sally's shoulder and give her a one-handed hug.

“You're sure this is what you want to do?” asked Cutler seeking a final reassurance from Sally. “You're not just doing this out of some weird sense of loyalty or bravado, or feminist empowerment?”

“Oh come on, Joe,” Sally retorted. “Since when have I been a member of the feminist lobby?”

“True,” said Winston thoughtfully. “Must be somethin' to do with that nice pair of legs you flash at us now and then when you come down to the bar or for dinner.”

Sally playfully punched Winston on the arm, careful not to do anything that might upset his driving.

“Winston Fortune, if you weren't driving this van I'd slap your face,” she said.

“Are you saying that you wouldn't open a door for me if I turned up in my muddy jeans and sweatshirt? It's just my legs that do it for you, is it?”

“Ha, ha,” he laughed. “Now you should know me better than that, Sally girl.”

“Yes, well, you just watch it, Winston, that's all,” she went on, jokingly scolding him once more before the conversation turned serious again.

“Honestly, Joe,” she said, turning to Cutler, “Wild horses wouldn't keep me away from this one.

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