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over there.” I nodded to where Alum was standing. “I thought it might be a migraine coming on.”
“You poor thing,” Iris said sympathetically. “You can’t be too careful at our age.”
I resisted the urge to hit her and instead looked at Alum. “Any news?”
Iris, of course, thought I was talking to her. “Yes,” she said. “My husband’s away for the week, and as he does all the cooking every night, I haven’t been getting enough to eat. You know how careful I have to be with all my allergies, and as well I have celiac disease, and as well I have irritable bowel syndrome. I thought I might be coming down with scarlet fever as well. Plus the kids are giving me a hard time, as usual.”
I stood up. I had not heard a thing Alum had said. “I think I need to go to the bathroom,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him to try to get him to follow me in.
“I can’t go in there!” he said with alarm.
“You must!” I said firmly.
“I must what?” Iris said, looking at me strangely.
“Eat much better,” I said. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I slowly walked away from the table, looking over my shoulder to make sure Alum was following me. To my relief, he was.
I walked down the long, dark passageway to the ladies’ bathroom which was at the end of the corridor. Luckily, no one was in there.
I opened the door to one of the cubicles and waved Alum inside.
He held up his hands in protest.
“Alum, get in there now, fast,” I said. “Who knows when someone else will be along, and we mightn’t have much time to talk.”
Alum appeared to be quite reluctant, but he did go into the cubicle. I followed him in and shut the door. “What’s happening?” I asked him.
“Prudence, they told me that I’m improving rapidly. I still haven’t been able to speak with them, or write, but it probably won’t be long before I can. However, I have heard something.”
“What?” I said rather too loudly. I felt quite strange being squashed with Alum in a bathroom cubicle, even though he was insubstantial and I would be able to pass right through him.
“I heard that Constable Summers is from Oxley Grove Police Station, in Tamworth.”
“Oxley Grove,” I repeated.
Alum nodded. “Yes, and Constable Decker was from there, too. That makes me think that whoever replaced Constable Decker—and I don’t know who it is—is also likely to be from Oxley Grove Station.”
“But that’s fantastic news!” I said. “I wonder if I could follow one of them out to the safe house.”
Alum reached out his hand to my shoulder, but it passed straight through. He took a step closer to me. “No, Prudence. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Don’t forget, I was nearly killed, and you could be in danger if Decker’s murderer finds you snooping around. Prudence, I couldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you. In fact…”
And with that, he vanished.
Chapter 11
Once again, I was heading back down to Tamworth. I know a one hour commute is nothing to city people, but I was a country girl, and it was a long way for me. I was going to go to Oxley Grove Police Station, to see if I could catch Constable Summers leaving. If he left, then I was going to follow and see if he would lead me to the safe house. I had spent several hours the previous night memorizing every detail of his face—still, most police officers look the same from a distance when in uniform. It was yet another long shot, but this was the way my life was going at the moment.
I had no idea where Oxley Grove Police Station was, and I wasn’t able to select it on my GPS.
I had left early, before breakfast, so decided to stop at a café and get some sandwiches and two large lattes. I planned to pour one of the lattes into my thermos.
If there’s one thing that stake outs had taught me, it was to take a lot of food.
I thought I caught a glimpse of a white car following me. I had thought I had seen that car following me
“You poor thing,” Iris said sympathetically. “You can’t be too careful at our age.”
I resisted the urge to hit her and instead looked at Alum. “Any news?”
Iris, of course, thought I was talking to her. “Yes,” she said. “My husband’s away for the week, and as he does all the cooking every night, I haven’t been getting enough to eat. You know how careful I have to be with all my allergies, and as well I have celiac disease, and as well I have irritable bowel syndrome. I thought I might be coming down with scarlet fever as well. Plus the kids are giving me a hard time, as usual.”
I stood up. I had not heard a thing Alum had said. “I think I need to go to the bathroom,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him to try to get him to follow me in.
“I can’t go in there!” he said with alarm.
“You must!” I said firmly.
“I must what?” Iris said, looking at me strangely.
“Eat much better,” I said. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I slowly walked away from the table, looking over my shoulder to make sure Alum was following me. To my relief, he was.
I walked down the long, dark passageway to the ladies’ bathroom which was at the end of the corridor. Luckily, no one was in there.
I opened the door to one of the cubicles and waved Alum inside.
He held up his hands in protest.
“Alum, get in there now, fast,” I said. “Who knows when someone else will be along, and we mightn’t have much time to talk.”
Alum appeared to be quite reluctant, but he did go into the cubicle. I followed him in and shut the door. “What’s happening?” I asked him.
“Prudence, they told me that I’m improving rapidly. I still haven’t been able to speak with them, or write, but it probably won’t be long before I can. However, I have heard something.”
“What?” I said rather too loudly. I felt quite strange being squashed with Alum in a bathroom cubicle, even though he was insubstantial and I would be able to pass right through him.
“I heard that Constable Summers is from Oxley Grove Police Station, in Tamworth.”
“Oxley Grove,” I repeated.
Alum nodded. “Yes, and Constable Decker was from there, too. That makes me think that whoever replaced Constable Decker—and I don’t know who it is—is also likely to be from Oxley Grove Station.”
“But that’s fantastic news!” I said. “I wonder if I could follow one of them out to the safe house.”
Alum reached out his hand to my shoulder, but it passed straight through. He took a step closer to me. “No, Prudence. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Don’t forget, I was nearly killed, and you could be in danger if Decker’s murderer finds you snooping around. Prudence, I couldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you. In fact…”
And with that, he vanished.
Chapter 11
Once again, I was heading back down to Tamworth. I know a one hour commute is nothing to city people, but I was a country girl, and it was a long way for me. I was going to go to Oxley Grove Police Station, to see if I could catch Constable Summers leaving. If he left, then I was going to follow and see if he would lead me to the safe house. I had spent several hours the previous night memorizing every detail of his face—still, most police officers look the same from a distance when in uniform. It was yet another long shot, but this was the way my life was going at the moment.
I had no idea where Oxley Grove Police Station was, and I wasn’t able to select it on my GPS.
I had left early, before breakfast, so decided to stop at a café and get some sandwiches and two large lattes. I planned to pour one of the lattes into my thermos.
If there’s one thing that stake outs had taught me, it was to take a lot of food.
I thought I caught a glimpse of a white car following me. I had thought I had seen that car following me
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