passion, his surrogate relationship, the flame burning brightly behind his eyes. Stone was a big fish and his arrest a way of advancing Joe’s career. What would that do to Joe? He’d probably get worse. It was like he had a disease that was spreading. And that only spelled bad news for Juliet.
Chapter XV
The premium cabins on the Delphi Airlines flight to London were one of the reasons that Marilyn Stone enjoyed her life. Life was about luxury and comfort, not the squalor some passengers put up with in their seats. She stood behind some of them now, as they were herded from the plane. A male and female member of the cabin crew smiled cheerily to all passengers as they disembarked and thanked them for flying Delphi Airlines and hoped they had a great time in London.
Marilyn noticed the male cabin crew attendant. He was mid twenties and had a flawless complexion and toned body. As their eyes met, he wished her a good day and his eyes remained on her for longer than they needed to. Marilyn Stone was used to this; at 38 she still had the slim, athletic figure, the honey blonde hair and the high wattage smile that a woman ten years younger would die for. Any areas on her body which were south of flawless could be taken care of by corrective surgery. Life without money was unthinkable. Her husband Tony flanked her as they made their way down the steps and touched British soil. Tony was sullen and she knew better than to even make conversation while he was in this mood. There was an issue with one of his ‘teams’ and he’d have to sort it out while he was here. Marilyn’s agenda was pretty empty apart from the party they had planned for her mother-in-law. She had no friends in England anymore, so shopping, spas, fine wines and dining were top of the bill.
They made their way to passport control and stood in line like all the rest. Marilyn hated queuing. Money normally took this problem away, but not here. There was only one staff member on the passport control desk and progress was slow. Tired passengers made small talk while the queue depressingly plodded along. Tony’s mood was worsening with the wait and Marilyn was desperate to get through this line, out of the airport and into a waiting taxi, before he snapped about some minor mannerism she had displayed today.
When they finally reached the passport control desk, she parted with her passport, took off her sunglasses and traded smiles with the man at the desk. The man scanned her passport. He paused and didn’t seem to hand it back quickly like he had to the rest. He was reading some information from a computer screen. He then looked back at Marilyn Stone; all traces of his smile had gone.
Marilyn looked at her husband, then back at the official. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face before he handed her back the passport and let her through.
The incident had unnerved them both. The man could only have been looking at their travel history, yet their pace through the rest of the airport increased. Marilyn spotted the exit doors in the distance and marched towards them. Tony, older and rotund, fell behind.
“Marilyn Stone?”
Marilyn turned in the direction of the voice, a cocky looking gel-combed haircut in a sharp suit.
“Anthony Gerard Stone?”
A second voice. Tony Stone looked in his direction. Sharp suit two. In the background, surrounding them in the periphery, other sharp suits; watching the action, waiting, ready for trouble. Cops, all of them. Tony Stone cursed. Coming back here had been a big mistake.
Chapter XVI
From an upstairs room in Breybury Hall, someone had watched the police exhume Simon Fell’s earthly body with great interest.
The disruptions were over. The garden was quiet now, his body taken for a proper burial. He watched as a taxi now made its way up the gravel drive to the house. He watched the Necromancer step out of the taxi and walk up to the front door. She just couldn’t get enough of him could
Chapter XV
The premium cabins on the Delphi Airlines flight to London were one of the reasons that Marilyn Stone enjoyed her life. Life was about luxury and comfort, not the squalor some passengers put up with in their seats. She stood behind some of them now, as they were herded from the plane. A male and female member of the cabin crew smiled cheerily to all passengers as they disembarked and thanked them for flying Delphi Airlines and hoped they had a great time in London.
Marilyn noticed the male cabin crew attendant. He was mid twenties and had a flawless complexion and toned body. As their eyes met, he wished her a good day and his eyes remained on her for longer than they needed to. Marilyn Stone was used to this; at 38 she still had the slim, athletic figure, the honey blonde hair and the high wattage smile that a woman ten years younger would die for. Any areas on her body which were south of flawless could be taken care of by corrective surgery. Life without money was unthinkable. Her husband Tony flanked her as they made their way down the steps and touched British soil. Tony was sullen and she knew better than to even make conversation while he was in this mood. There was an issue with one of his ‘teams’ and he’d have to sort it out while he was here. Marilyn’s agenda was pretty empty apart from the party they had planned for her mother-in-law. She had no friends in England anymore, so shopping, spas, fine wines and dining were top of the bill.
They made their way to passport control and stood in line like all the rest. Marilyn hated queuing. Money normally took this problem away, but not here. There was only one staff member on the passport control desk and progress was slow. Tired passengers made small talk while the queue depressingly plodded along. Tony’s mood was worsening with the wait and Marilyn was desperate to get through this line, out of the airport and into a waiting taxi, before he snapped about some minor mannerism she had displayed today.
When they finally reached the passport control desk, she parted with her passport, took off her sunglasses and traded smiles with the man at the desk. The man scanned her passport. He paused and didn’t seem to hand it back quickly like he had to the rest. He was reading some information from a computer screen. He then looked back at Marilyn Stone; all traces of his smile had gone.
Marilyn looked at her husband, then back at the official. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face before he handed her back the passport and let her through.
The incident had unnerved them both. The man could only have been looking at their travel history, yet their pace through the rest of the airport increased. Marilyn spotted the exit doors in the distance and marched towards them. Tony, older and rotund, fell behind.
“Marilyn Stone?”
Marilyn turned in the direction of the voice, a cocky looking gel-combed haircut in a sharp suit.
“Anthony Gerard Stone?”
A second voice. Tony Stone looked in his direction. Sharp suit two. In the background, surrounding them in the periphery, other sharp suits; watching the action, waiting, ready for trouble. Cops, all of them. Tony Stone cursed. Coming back here had been a big mistake.
Chapter XVI
From an upstairs room in Breybury Hall, someone had watched the police exhume Simon Fell’s earthly body with great interest.
The disruptions were over. The garden was quiet now, his body taken for a proper burial. He watched as a taxi now made its way up the gravel drive to the house. He watched the Necromancer step out of the taxi and walk up to the front door. She just couldn’t get enough of him could
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