“What do you mean? Have you found any
dead bodies in a unit? What did they look like? Did they
stink?”
Bill moved back
and folded his arms. “I’ve never found a dead body, although there
could be one locked up in the units now, slowly decomposing. Some
people have been renting the same units for years.”
Frankie raised a
hand. “But if they were decomposing you’d smell something, even
through a metal door. Perhaps the body is in a vat of acid? That
would work.”
Bill nodded.
“That’s a good idea. A fella in the next town found a skull in a
locker. The police had to come in and take it away. They took all
the contents of the locker too.”
Frankie nodded
and folded his arms. Grace looked at the two men, they looked like
two old women discussing the weather.
Frankie said,
“Sylvester told me that if you find certain things in a locker then
the police have to be called in.”
Bill smiled.
“Sylvester’s a great guy.”
“ He
is,” Frankie agreed.
Grace butted in.
“We’ve never had to call the police out to a locker. What do we
need to look out for?”
“ A
dead body,” Frankie began. “It would be awesome to find a dead
body.”
Bill added, “Any
sort of weapon, like a gun or a big sword. Knives with blood on
them would have to be investigated.”
“ And
drugs,” Frankie concluded. “That’d be a good way to be a drugs
dealer, wouldn’t it? Hide your stash in the unit, take your supply
out when you need it, and then lock your unit up again.”
Bill chuckled.
“And if anyone gets in your way you can stick them in a tub of acid
right inside the unit!”
Grace looked
from one man to the other. Did they have any idea how they sounded?
What would they say if she told them she was looking into a murder?
How would they react if she informed them that the units were full
of ghosts?
Grace stood up,
she wasn’t going to get any more information here. “Thanks Bill,
it’s been interesting. Frankie, I’m going home, I’ll get the
bus.”
“ Are
you sure? I don’t mind getting the bus, you can take the
van.”
Grace stared at
him. He’d never offered to do that before.
Frankie laughed
suddenly. “As if! I haven’t been on the bus for years, I don’t even
know where the bus stop is. See you later.”
That was more
like Frankie. Grace walked past the vending machine. Oo! Liquorice
twists, she hadn’t had them in years. Hadn’t Frankie said something
about them earlier?
Grace popped her
money in the machine and watched with joy as the packet fell down
to the container below. Her mouth watered as if she was already
tasting the black sweets. She reached in for the packet and almost
jumped out of her skin as Bill yelled, “No!”
Grace pulled her
hand back and looked over her shoulder. All the happiness had
drained out of Bill’s face. He strode over to the machine and
banged his hand on it. “It’s been filled up! When did that happen?
Who gave them permission?”
Grace said
quietly, “Erm, they came when you were out. Sorry, we assumed it
was okay to fill it up. Is there a problem?”
Bill sighed.
“It’s not your fault. It’s typical of Flamingo Sweets. I cancelled
the contract last month, I spoke to someone in sales. They assured
me no one would come round to fill it up. I’ve been expecting
someone to take it away.”
“ Why
do you want to cancel the contract?” Grace asked.
“ Their prices, and their so called customer service. The
prices have gone sky high over the last year, I’m hardly making any
profit. And when I’ve tried to complain they’ve fobbed me off. I’ve
spoken to their sales rep many a time, I think she’s called
Lucinda, but she doesn’t seem to care about my concerns, only about
making money off me. It’s not just me either, I’ve heard that other
people are fed up with how they’ve been treated by Flamingo Sweets.
The used to have a great reputation but it’s rapidly going
downhill. Makes me wonder how much longer they’ll
dead bodies in a unit? What did they look like? Did they
stink?”
Bill moved back
and folded his arms. “I’ve never found a dead body, although there
could be one locked up in the units now, slowly decomposing. Some
people have been renting the same units for years.”
Frankie raised a
hand. “But if they were decomposing you’d smell something, even
through a metal door. Perhaps the body is in a vat of acid? That
would work.”
Bill nodded.
“That’s a good idea. A fella in the next town found a skull in a
locker. The police had to come in and take it away. They took all
the contents of the locker too.”
Frankie nodded
and folded his arms. Grace looked at the two men, they looked like
two old women discussing the weather.
Frankie said,
“Sylvester told me that if you find certain things in a locker then
the police have to be called in.”
Bill smiled.
“Sylvester’s a great guy.”
“ He
is,” Frankie agreed.
Grace butted in.
“We’ve never had to call the police out to a locker. What do we
need to look out for?”
“ A
dead body,” Frankie began. “It would be awesome to find a dead
body.”
Bill added, “Any
sort of weapon, like a gun or a big sword. Knives with blood on
them would have to be investigated.”
“ And
drugs,” Frankie concluded. “That’d be a good way to be a drugs
dealer, wouldn’t it? Hide your stash in the unit, take your supply
out when you need it, and then lock your unit up again.”
Bill chuckled.
“And if anyone gets in your way you can stick them in a tub of acid
right inside the unit!”
Grace looked
from one man to the other. Did they have any idea how they sounded?
What would they say if she told them she was looking into a murder?
How would they react if she informed them that the units were full
of ghosts?
Grace stood up,
she wasn’t going to get any more information here. “Thanks Bill,
it’s been interesting. Frankie, I’m going home, I’ll get the
bus.”
“ Are
you sure? I don’t mind getting the bus, you can take the
van.”
Grace stared at
him. He’d never offered to do that before.
Frankie laughed
suddenly. “As if! I haven’t been on the bus for years, I don’t even
know where the bus stop is. See you later.”
That was more
like Frankie. Grace walked past the vending machine. Oo! Liquorice
twists, she hadn’t had them in years. Hadn’t Frankie said something
about them earlier?
Grace popped her
money in the machine and watched with joy as the packet fell down
to the container below. Her mouth watered as if she was already
tasting the black sweets. She reached in for the packet and almost
jumped out of her skin as Bill yelled, “No!”
Grace pulled her
hand back and looked over her shoulder. All the happiness had
drained out of Bill’s face. He strode over to the machine and
banged his hand on it. “It’s been filled up! When did that happen?
Who gave them permission?”
Grace said
quietly, “Erm, they came when you were out. Sorry, we assumed it
was okay to fill it up. Is there a problem?”
Bill sighed.
“It’s not your fault. It’s typical of Flamingo Sweets. I cancelled
the contract last month, I spoke to someone in sales. They assured
me no one would come round to fill it up. I’ve been expecting
someone to take it away.”
“ Why
do you want to cancel the contract?” Grace asked.
“ Their prices, and their so called customer service. The
prices have gone sky high over the last year, I’m hardly making any
profit. And when I’ve tried to complain they’ve fobbed me off. I’ve
spoken to their sales rep many a time, I think she’s called
Lucinda, but she doesn’t seem to care about my concerns, only about
making money off me. It’s not just me either, I’ve heard that other
people are fed up with how they’ve been treated by Flamingo Sweets.
The used to have a great reputation but it’s rapidly going
downhill. Makes me wonder how much longer they’ll
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