Wings of the Dawn: (Parish & Richards #22) by Tim Ellis

Author:Tim Ellis [Ellis, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Koko Publishing Limited
Published: 2017-09-27T07:00:00+00:00

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‘How is it?’

‘Orgasmic.’

They were sitting on a wooden bench-table outside the Shish Kebab House on Essex Road. Xena was chomping her way through a large doner kebab with lashings of chilli sauce, while Stick had the chicken nuggets with a tzatziki dip. Both had a large cup of steaming tea with sugar and milk.

‘Does Mister Peckham like kebabs?’

‘You’d have to call and ask him, because I’m sure I don’t fucking know.’

‘Just a thought.’

‘If you keep having thoughts like that, I’m going to wash your brain out with soap.’

‘I thought you did that with the mouth?’

‘We can do that as well. Instead of offensive questions spilling forth, bubbles would spew out of that cavernous hole you call a mouth – I’d like that. Bubbles would do wonders for my inner calm and mental wellbeing.’

‘Do you want to look in the box?’

‘Not while I’m eating.’

‘The weather’s nice.’

‘Some peace and quiet would be good.’

‘Sorry.’

Stick stood up and began shuffling towards the car.

‘Where are you going?’

‘I thought I’d take a look in the box while you’re . . .’

‘Without me? Without your superior officer? Without the person who writes your annual reports and recommends you – or not, as the case may be – for promotion. Without . . .?’

‘You don’t want me to look in the box without you, do you?’

‘I leave it to your discretion, numpty. I mean, at the moment I’m trying to enjoy my doner kebab while also being subjected to all kinds of stress and pressure, but if you want to look in that box and jeopardise your future career, then feel free.’

‘No, I’ll wait until you’ve finished your kebab.’

‘A wise decision, Stickamundo.’

Stick finished his chicken nuggets, put the waste in the bin next to the shop door, picked up his cup and began walking round and round his car, kicking the tyres, looking through the windows, scraping off a dollop of bird shit, checking the windscreen wipers . . .’

‘You’re driving me crazy.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Okay, open the boot.’

‘There’s no rush. If you’re still eating your . . .’

‘Open the fucking boot.’

Stick opened the boot.

They stood at the rear of the car and stared down into the cardboard box. On the side was written:

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