Watchers by Philip Caveney

Author:Philip Caveney
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: watchers, father, death, angels, guardian, teen, mystery, Caveney, thriller
Publisher: Fledgling Press
Published: 2013-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

Will stumbled downstairs the next morning to find Mum standing at the cooker. She was singing along to some dreadful country and western song on Radio 2 and seemed to be in a disgustingly good mood.

‘Good morning, number one son!’ she said and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

‘Do you have to?’ he complained, struggling free of her. ‘It’s a bit early for that kind of thing.’

‘Nonsense. It’s never too early to be nice to my wonderful and talented son! Now, sit, eat! You can’t go to school on an empty stomach.’ She presented him with a large plate stacked high with thick slices of french toast.

‘I can’t eat all this,’ he protested.

‘Of course you can. It’s my own recipe.’ She leaned close, as if to confide a secret. ‘I’ve added a spoonful of parmesan to the egg mixture. You won’t believe the flavour!’

Will scowled and took an exploratory bite. He had to admit it did taste rather amazing and he hoped that Mum’s new-found skills wouldn’t wear off too quickly. He started eating with more enthusiasm than usual.

‘What time did Jake leave?’ he asked, through a mouth full of eggy bread.

‘Oh . . . late on,’ admitted Mum, unable to stop herself from smiling. ‘We had a lot to talk about. You know, he’s had some real adventures. I think that’s the only word to do them justice.’ She looked warily at Will. ‘I think he went down rather well with you, didn’t he?’

Will shrugged. ‘He’s ok, I suppose. That was a good story about the diamond.’ Will finished one slice of French toast and reached for another. ‘D’you think it was true?’

Mum looked outraged. ‘Of course it was! You surely don’t think Jake’s a liar, do you?’

‘I suppose not. But . . . Neston Hall . . . I mean, that place is like a stately home. Could he really own it?’

‘Well, we’ll know soon enough,’ said Mum. ‘He’s taking me over to look at it after work.’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah. Wants to get my advice about curtains and carpets and so forth.’

Will looked at her doubtfully. ‘And you’d know about stuff like that, would you?’

‘I think so.’ Mum seemed defensive. ‘As much as any of those idiots you see on the telly, anyway. What do they know? And Jake said he liked the décor in our house.’

Will looked doubtfully around the scruffy kitchen. He wasn’t an expert but he thought the word décor was probably a bit strong to describe what was going on here. It occurred to him that the term ‘scruff-hole’ might be more appropriate but he didn’t say anything.

Mum glanced at her watch. ‘Better get a move on,’ she said. She went to the back door, which was ajar and called for Spot, but he didn’t appear. ‘What’s that dog playing at?’ she asked the world in general. ‘Why doesn’t he ever come when he’s called? Will, be an angel, will you?’

Will looked at her in surprise. ‘What do you mean?’ he gasped.

‘Fetch the dog in while I put a bit of slap on.

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