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history of their psychological profile.
‘Yes, and you’re quite right. I’ll be more careful from now on.’
Sitting quietly in the bay window, it was Sally who broke the awkward silence.
‘We were talking about Frank, but the truth is, I’ve never really understood him.’
Ted sighed, ‘Well he wasn’t dealt a very good hand, if you know what I mean.’
She looked blank, ‘No, I don’t think I do.’
Ted felt uncomfortable, ‘Well to cut a long story short, his mother died in childbirth, and as there was no father, or any other family, he ended up in one of those kids homes, you know, one of those places you read about, where the kids get messed around with.’
Sally groaned and looked down to the table.
‘Anyway, this Boys House was run by a Miss Gillpenny, and she had a motto.’
Sally glanced up, ‘A motto?’
‘Yeah, the fist is mightier than the smile , and as Frank was a bit of a hard nut to handle she treated him like a punch bag, so when it comes to women, he gets a bit mixed up.’
‘But that’s horrible, and what does Olympus … Sorry, what does the Section think about it, aren’t they concerned about the psychological danger.’
He stared at her, ‘Are you kidding? Christ, he wouldn’t have got past first appraisal if they knew about this. No, the Boys House was shut down, the people transferred and the paperwork lost, the usual cover up, so don’t go talking about it.’
She nodded, but was thinking of her useless appraisal for Tonabie. Pouring coffee, her housecoat fell open and she noticed him staring, and looking down, saw her breasts and remembered Maggie’s death, ‘So how are things, you know. It’s been a long time.’
He looked away, ‘Yeah, but I’m alright, it’s just a bit difficult sometimes, that’s all.’
‘Yes, I suppose it must be. But ... well ... would it help, I mean, if we went to bed.’
‘Sally.’
‘What’s wrong, we’re friends aren’t we, there’s no harm in it.’
‘But I’m old enough to be your father.’
She laughed, ‘You are funny. So what on earth has age got to do with making love? Oh, come on, it would do you good, and anyway, I’d like to.’
Walking round, she pulled him up and felt him melt away when she kissed him.
‘Come on then, let’s unwind those long years while you tell me lots of lovely secrets.’
Mike Frederick drove the Jaguar across town, then out through Charlton Kings and on towards Oxford, but after a while he steered off the road and came to a halt at the gates of a picnic area, and looking around, Frank saw a rough sign, ‘Closed for repairs’, a battered pickup truck and two hard faced men with shovels.
One of them walked over, checked Mike’s ID and waved back to the other man, and with the truck and sign moved out of the way, they drove inside.
Driving along a tree lined road they came to the open expanse of a leisure area, and Frank thought Christian’s guess was probably correct when he saw three cars already there, and although two of them were empty, in the third was Tonabie with a face like thunder and three other people he didn’t recognise.
There was a tough looking driver, an immaculately dressed, thin hawkish man, and a very attractive woman wearing a chic, grey suit, and she appeared to be unhappy.
As Mike parked the car, Frank saw at least four armed men patrolling the perimeter, and about thirty yards away, two wooden tables had been arranged to face each other.
Frank gave Monty a questioning look, but all he could see was a sad, cynical smile, and looking back, saw Tonabie, the thin man and the attractive woman in grey getting out of their car, and as Frank’s group stepped out onto the gravel, Tonabie gestured coldly to the tables and walked away without a word of greeting.
Frank thought Monty would have trouble walking across a room, let alone thirty yards, so settling him back in the Jaguar, got behind the wheel, skimmed past Tonabie’s group and drove away to
‘Yes, and you’re quite right. I’ll be more careful from now on.’
Sitting quietly in the bay window, it was Sally who broke the awkward silence.
‘We were talking about Frank, but the truth is, I’ve never really understood him.’
Ted sighed, ‘Well he wasn’t dealt a very good hand, if you know what I mean.’
She looked blank, ‘No, I don’t think I do.’
Ted felt uncomfortable, ‘Well to cut a long story short, his mother died in childbirth, and as there was no father, or any other family, he ended up in one of those kids homes, you know, one of those places you read about, where the kids get messed around with.’
Sally groaned and looked down to the table.
‘Anyway, this Boys House was run by a Miss Gillpenny, and she had a motto.’
Sally glanced up, ‘A motto?’
‘Yeah, the fist is mightier than the smile , and as Frank was a bit of a hard nut to handle she treated him like a punch bag, so when it comes to women, he gets a bit mixed up.’
‘But that’s horrible, and what does Olympus … Sorry, what does the Section think about it, aren’t they concerned about the psychological danger.’
He stared at her, ‘Are you kidding? Christ, he wouldn’t have got past first appraisal if they knew about this. No, the Boys House was shut down, the people transferred and the paperwork lost, the usual cover up, so don’t go talking about it.’
She nodded, but was thinking of her useless appraisal for Tonabie. Pouring coffee, her housecoat fell open and she noticed him staring, and looking down, saw her breasts and remembered Maggie’s death, ‘So how are things, you know. It’s been a long time.’
He looked away, ‘Yeah, but I’m alright, it’s just a bit difficult sometimes, that’s all.’
‘Yes, I suppose it must be. But ... well ... would it help, I mean, if we went to bed.’
‘Sally.’
‘What’s wrong, we’re friends aren’t we, there’s no harm in it.’
‘But I’m old enough to be your father.’
She laughed, ‘You are funny. So what on earth has age got to do with making love? Oh, come on, it would do you good, and anyway, I’d like to.’
Walking round, she pulled him up and felt him melt away when she kissed him.
‘Come on then, let’s unwind those long years while you tell me lots of lovely secrets.’
Mike Frederick drove the Jaguar across town, then out through Charlton Kings and on towards Oxford, but after a while he steered off the road and came to a halt at the gates of a picnic area, and looking around, Frank saw a rough sign, ‘Closed for repairs’, a battered pickup truck and two hard faced men with shovels.
One of them walked over, checked Mike’s ID and waved back to the other man, and with the truck and sign moved out of the way, they drove inside.
Driving along a tree lined road they came to the open expanse of a leisure area, and Frank thought Christian’s guess was probably correct when he saw three cars already there, and although two of them were empty, in the third was Tonabie with a face like thunder and three other people he didn’t recognise.
There was a tough looking driver, an immaculately dressed, thin hawkish man, and a very attractive woman wearing a chic, grey suit, and she appeared to be unhappy.
As Mike parked the car, Frank saw at least four armed men patrolling the perimeter, and about thirty yards away, two wooden tables had been arranged to face each other.
Frank gave Monty a questioning look, but all he could see was a sad, cynical smile, and looking back, saw Tonabie, the thin man and the attractive woman in grey getting out of their car, and as Frank’s group stepped out onto the gravel, Tonabie gestured coldly to the tables and walked away without a word of greeting.
Frank thought Monty would have trouble walking across a room, let alone thirty yards, so settling him back in the Jaguar, got behind the wheel, skimmed past Tonabie’s group and drove away to
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