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Authors: A.Z.A; Clarke
Tags: Young Adult Fiction
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“That will be Joe’s decision, following advice from our solicitor and discussion with my husband, who is currently away on business. But we are in regular email contact with him and will, of course, draw this to his attention.”
“Errm, uh, how long before you make a decision? We need to make a report as soon as possible, you see.” Taylor- West was beginning to wilt, although the garage was not warm.
“You can make an initial report, and I will get back to you by the end of the week. Friday lunchtime. In the meantime, you’d better think this through carefully. I know exactly what this car is worth, and I have quotes from several insurers, one of which I will be taking up as soon as I’ve said goodbye to you. If anything happens to this car, I’ll be very quick to give your name to the insurers.”
“Now, there’s no need to be so mistrustful, Mrs. Knightley.” Moss gave a little laugh with no mirth in it at all. “Your caution is understandable, but if you can assure us that this car will be kept safely in your garage for the next few days, I’m sure we can be patient.”
“You’ll have to be patient. Is that all, gentlemen?” It was quite clear that Sue Knightley did not think her visitors were remotely gentlemanly. Joe watched her with renewed respect as she opened up the garage door and watched them go into the street. She stood in the driveway, arms folded, and watched as they drove away. Then she came back into the garage where Joe was standing.
“You were amazing, Mum.”
She rolled her eyes. “Bloody suits. Give them an Armani label and they think they can get away with anything. Tossers. But I’m not happy about you getting us into this.”
“I’ve got a key, Mum.” Joe was bewildered by his own confession. He reached into his pocket and took out the keys, placing them in her outstretched hand. She held them up, examining them as she might one of the older pots of leftovers from the fridge, considering whether to chuck the contents.
“Where did they come from, Joe?”
“A messenger delivered them to the school.”
“Why didn’t you say anything to Laurel and Hardy there?”
“It didn’t feel right. They didn’t seem right.” He met his mother’s eyes, which softened. She came over to him and ruffled his hair.
“Right. Let’s see what this baby does, then.” Joe was startled by the look of anticipation on his mother’s face. She climbed into the driver’s seat and called up to him, “Aren’t you getting in too?”
“Yes.” He went around to the passenger seat and got in. She waited until he’d closed the door then slid the key into the ignition. Joe tried to relax but was cracking his knuckles. She checked the car was in Neutral, then she turned the key. The throaty rumble of the engine covered Joe’s swift exhalation of relief as the car came to life. Mrs. Knightley revved the engine and the roar echoed around the garage.
“Shall we take her for a spin?” she asked.
“It’s got no number plates, Mum. Won’t we be pulled over?”
“Let’s do it tonight—later on, when the roads are quiet. How about it?” She switched off the engine and pulled out the key, then inhaled deeply, taking in great lungfuls of leather.
Then she started fiddling with the rearview mirror and examining the dials and buttons on the console.
“Mum! I don’t believe you. You just told those men we were going to keep it in the garage.”
“I didn’t tell them anything of the sort. They made a suggestion, which I am entitled to ignore. I just told them they’d have to be patient.”
“You’re a lawyer, Mum. You can’t drive a car with no registration or insurance.”
“Actually, Joe, I’ve registered the car and I just need to confirm my acceptance of the insurance proposal over the Internet. Once that’s done, we can drive this baby all over Europe if we feel like it.”
“When did you register the car?”
“After I spoke to
“That will be Joe’s decision, following advice from our solicitor and discussion with my husband, who is currently away on business. But we are in regular email contact with him and will, of course, draw this to his attention.”
“Errm, uh, how long before you make a decision? We need to make a report as soon as possible, you see.” Taylor- West was beginning to wilt, although the garage was not warm.
“You can make an initial report, and I will get back to you by the end of the week. Friday lunchtime. In the meantime, you’d better think this through carefully. I know exactly what this car is worth, and I have quotes from several insurers, one of which I will be taking up as soon as I’ve said goodbye to you. If anything happens to this car, I’ll be very quick to give your name to the insurers.”
“Now, there’s no need to be so mistrustful, Mrs. Knightley.” Moss gave a little laugh with no mirth in it at all. “Your caution is understandable, but if you can assure us that this car will be kept safely in your garage for the next few days, I’m sure we can be patient.”
“You’ll have to be patient. Is that all, gentlemen?” It was quite clear that Sue Knightley did not think her visitors were remotely gentlemanly. Joe watched her with renewed respect as she opened up the garage door and watched them go into the street. She stood in the driveway, arms folded, and watched as they drove away. Then she came back into the garage where Joe was standing.
“You were amazing, Mum.”
She rolled her eyes. “Bloody suits. Give them an Armani label and they think they can get away with anything. Tossers. But I’m not happy about you getting us into this.”
“I’ve got a key, Mum.” Joe was bewildered by his own confession. He reached into his pocket and took out the keys, placing them in her outstretched hand. She held them up, examining them as she might one of the older pots of leftovers from the fridge, considering whether to chuck the contents.
“Where did they come from, Joe?”
“A messenger delivered them to the school.”
“Why didn’t you say anything to Laurel and Hardy there?”
“It didn’t feel right. They didn’t seem right.” He met his mother’s eyes, which softened. She came over to him and ruffled his hair.
“Right. Let’s see what this baby does, then.” Joe was startled by the look of anticipation on his mother’s face. She climbed into the driver’s seat and called up to him, “Aren’t you getting in too?”
“Yes.” He went around to the passenger seat and got in. She waited until he’d closed the door then slid the key into the ignition. Joe tried to relax but was cracking his knuckles. She checked the car was in Neutral, then she turned the key. The throaty rumble of the engine covered Joe’s swift exhalation of relief as the car came to life. Mrs. Knightley revved the engine and the roar echoed around the garage.
“Shall we take her for a spin?” she asked.
“It’s got no number plates, Mum. Won’t we be pulled over?”
“Let’s do it tonight—later on, when the roads are quiet. How about it?” She switched off the engine and pulled out the key, then inhaled deeply, taking in great lungfuls of leather.
Then she started fiddling with the rearview mirror and examining the dials and buttons on the console.
“Mum! I don’t believe you. You just told those men we were going to keep it in the garage.”
“I didn’t tell them anything of the sort. They made a suggestion, which I am entitled to ignore. I just told them they’d have to be patient.”
“You’re a lawyer, Mum. You can’t drive a car with no registration or insurance.”
“Actually, Joe, I’ve registered the car and I just need to confirm my acceptance of the insurance proposal over the Internet. Once that’s done, we can drive this baby all over Europe if we feel like it.”
“When did you register the car?”
“After I spoke to
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