Marigolds in October by Clare Revell

Author:Clare Revell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781611169812
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Published: 2016-11-08T05:00:00+00:00

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The next few days were frenetic. Buried in paperwork and trying to connect the dots, Milly didn’t know what was more frustrating. The way Vickery constantly needled her and blatantly overrode and ignored her every order, or the way Craig kept her in the office rather than out on the streets.

Thursday arrived, and she left the station at twelve, intending to go for lunch somewhere she wasn’t going to be glared at or potentially poisoned. Time was running out for the fifth girl, and no one would listen to anything Milly had to say on the subject.

Finding a Christian run café in the center of Perth, Milly ordered a cheese and tomato panini and a large pot of tea. She took her number once she’d paid, and headed over to an empty table by the window. She pulled out her phone, making use of the free Wi-Fi to check her email. Since her office was no longer secure, she kept everything of importance on her phone and backed up to the cloud. She’d found more and more files were being deleted each night, despite locking the office and changing her password.

Someone with a key was accessing her office after she went home each night. For a moment she debated setting up a CCTV camera in there, but decided that was probably overkill. Instead, she’d leave a trap for whoever it was. Something he’d want, something that looked related to the case, but actually was as useful as a chocolate teapot. She’d write up her recurring nightmare as a witness statement and put an anagram of her own name on it as soon as she got back to work. That would put the wind up him.

Her food arrived and she unfolded the serviette. She started eating while going over the idea in her mind, trying to formulate the way to write it out properly.

“Is this seat taken?” A man in a plastic face mask stood there, cup clutched in scarred and twisted hands. His smile was lopsided due to the heavy scarring on his face. “Only there’s nowhere else to sit.”

“Sure, you can sit there.” She noticed even though his voice was husky, he wasn’t Scottish.

He sat down. “Thanks.”

She nodded, taking in the way the mask clung to his face. A small gap around his mouth meant he could eat unimpeded. Whatever accident he’d been in must have been severe to leave him with such extensive burns. His injuries were not inconsistent with what the perp from home would have had, if he’d survived.

“I’ve seen you around the lodges,” he said, seemingly intent on making conversation. He held out a hand. “Ken Platt, from number four.”

She shook his hand. “Milly Jenson, number eleven.” His skin felt strange against hers and she tried not to be relieved when he let go. She prayed for forgiveness for her reaction and hoped he hadn’t picked up on it.

Ken slid a straw into the cup to drink his coffee.

She smiled. “I can’t drink hot stuff like that.

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