(aka Bike) Part 1240 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad
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Trish eventually got introduced to Diana but she was still miffed at me for telling her off at dinner. I got the children to bed, and Jenny did the story, reading from a Gaby book. She went off to her room afterwards to watch a DVD of some chick flick.
I tried to persuade Julie to go as well, which Jenny was happy about, but she stuck to Diana like glue. Eventually, I had to ask her to go to bed to give Diana some space.
She had a glass of wine to end the day and we sat in the lounge while she declared that she really enjoyed meeting my children and it had helped take her mind off her current worries. I told her if there was anything I could do to help, she only had to ask. She thanked me but went off to bed after drinking her wine.
“The polis are daein’ extra patrols alang the main drag, sae we shoould be a’richt.”
“I’m sure things will be okay, that room is virtually inaccessible from outside and I’ve switched the alarms on, except the movement activated ones inside the house.”
“I’d like tae get ma hands on the scunner wha broke intae her hoose,” Daddy made an action with his hands which I suspect might have been used for terminating a chicken’s life. He was more agitated than I’d seen him for a long time.
“Daddy, please take care of yourself, I don’t want you ill again.”
“I’m a’richt: I’m awa’ tae ma pit.” So saying he began to climb up the stairs towards his bedroom.
“He’s taking this very personally, isn’t he?” Simon observed as we lay in bed that night.
“Sir Godrick is a good friend of his and I suspect, Daddy also fancies Di.”
“He’s not thinking unprofessorial thoughts about her of a carnal variety, is he?”
“How do I know?” I turned over on my side ready for sleep, I was absolutely whacked.
“Mind if I read for a bit?”
I didn’t and indicated it, I think I was almost asleep as I heard pages rustling. I sleep quite lightly since I’ve had the children living with me. At about two in the morning, I felt a small hand tapping my shoulder. I woke with a bit of a start. It was Trish–who else?
Simon was busy snoring behind me, “What are you doing out of bed?” I hissed at her.
“I think there’s someone funny in the garden.”
“What d’you mean?”
“I went to look out of the window to see if I could see the moon and I think I saw someone hide in the bushes.”
I scrambled out of bed. “Show me,” I hissed and holding my hand, she led me into her bedroom and to the window.
“In there, the big bush.” She indicated a rhododendron which was certainly big enough to enable someone to hide in it.
I told her to watch it without being seen herself, while I slipped downstairs to find my image intensifier, hoping the battery still had some life in it. I nipped back upstairs and switched it on–it was on half charge. Standing in such a position that I could see out without being seen myself, I scanned as much of the garden as my viewer allowed. There was definitely something odd about that bush.
I crept around the room to view it from another window and saw the small flame as someone lit themselves a cigarette. There was no doubt we had an intruder. What do we do about it?
I called the police, asking to be put through to a senior ranking officer. “Who’s calling?” asked a man’s voice.
“Lady Catherine Cameron.”
“What’s the problem, Lady Cameron?” he asked in a tone which suggested he thought I was calling because one of the light bulbs had gone out and the butler was off duty.
“We have Lady Diana Dawes staying here, her house was ransacked this evening and you should be aware her husband has been kidnapped while on a business trip to India. He’s Sir Godrick Dawes and is Vice Chancellor of the university. We have an intruder in the garden.”
“How do you know it’s an intruder?”
“He just lit up a fag.”
“Okay–I’ll speak to the officer in charge, we’ll call you back.”
“If you call back here apart from waking my children, you’ll warn him off. Call me back on this number and I’ll turn off the ring.” I gave him my mobile number.
“This is exciting, Mummy,” said Trish putting her arm around my waist.
“We need to wake Daddy up–you keep watch, look through here and press that button.” I handed her the image intensifier.
“Ooh, I can see him, Mummy.”
I snatched back the instrument and looked, she was right, he was scanning the house with some sort of handset from the safety of the bush. Possibly, something similar to what I was using.
I handed it back to Trish and went to wake Simon. It took him a moment to come to and a few more to understand what I was saying. “I’ve called the police, they’re ringing back on my mobile–hang on, that could be them.”
“Who else is likely to be ringing your personal phone at this time of the night?” he asked pointedly.
“Ah, wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Lady Cameron, this is Chief Inspector Cowan, can you still see the intruder?”
I went back to Trish’s room and she nodded, she could still see him.”
“Okay, there’s an armed response unit on its way on silent running, so you won’t hear any sirens or see any lights. The helicopter is on standby, but if we fly that overhead he’ll clear off because he’ll know we’re on to him or that you are.”
“Okay, what d’you want us to do?”
“Stay indoors, keep the lights switched off and all doors and windows locked.”
“That’s been done, d’you want me to switch off the alarms and lights?”
“No that’s okay, we’ll send in a couple of dogs first, they shouldn’t set them off anyway.”
“He’s moving about, he’s left the bush he was hiding in, he was scanning us with something?”
“You’ve got good eyesight?”
“I’ve got an image intensifier.”
“Okay, the car is nearly there, where is he now?”
“He’s moving towards the back of the house.”
“Okay, I’ve passed it on. They are actually outside your house, so keep indoors and don’t venture outside until one of our team says it’s safe.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t need to be caught in a crossfire.”
“Hopefully, one of our team will talk to you as soon as possible.”
I thanked him and rang off.
“What’s happening?” asked Simon now clad in jeans and sweatshirt.
“The cavalry have just arrived, they’re out at the front, he’s making off to the back.”
“What if he’s got a gun?”
“We stay in and leave it to the boys with flak jackets. They’ve sent an armed response unit and some dogs.”
“Are the dogs armed?” asked Simon.
“To the teeth,” I replied and he sniggered.
“The battery has run out, Mummy.” Trish handed me back the viewer.
“I’ll put it on charge, Si, can you warn everyone to stay indoors and away from the
windows.”
“Will do,” he went and knocked on Tom’s door, then Julie’s room which was occupied by Diana.
I was downstairs checking the doors and windows when I heard the first shots, some barking and more shots. Then shouts and more shots, finally in the space of a few minutes, the shots gave way to a motorbike being started and roaring off.
Now what? I wondered–
Comments
Was he a good guy, or a bad guy?
It would appear to be an undesirable, but I guess we'll see. It could be some wicked person, or it could be someone shadowing Lady Diana. Of course, any of the good guys should be aware that Cathy is involved, which could be very dangerous for a prowler! I look forward to reading more!
Wren
Darn Bandaged fingers!
Pls Disregard this one! Wren
A motorbike escape?
He wouldn't happen to be the same chap the police were chasing earlier in the day, by any chance?
--B
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Yep, the motor bike
Yep, the motor bike speedster man. Silly rabbit. Has bad habits, like smoking. Not good for somebody doing spying. Not only does the fire give him away, but he stinks of ciggies too. Maybe they are Turkish and will leave a distinctive ash.
CaroL
CaroL
The plot thickens...
I know our esteemed authoring team (thanks A+B) would probably say, "What plot? We don't have one of those around here!" However there seem to be a number of disparate elements which are steadily and skillfully being woven together: Missing Vice Chancellor, speeding motorcycles, larger-than-life guest, Police, ransacked houses and nighttime intruders—to name a few.
I really like the way you've managed to draw us into the action—which I thought was very well-written—and yet none of us really has a clue as to what's going on. (And of course you'd undoubtedly suggest that neither do you.)
Ah well, I'll just have to come back tomorrow for my daily fix.
Thanks again, A+B: I don't know how you do it, but I'm really pleased that you do.
Perplexing Situations
Bike Resources
Bike Resources
Bike pt 1240
So, he came back, eh!
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Sounds like Cathy needs to
Sounds like Cathy needs to call in the "cavalry" and get her personal ex-SAS man on the job. Wonder why Henry has not done so already, since I would guess that Simon and/or Cathy informed him of Lady Di being at Tom's and their home and why.
Shoulda known
damn cops can't shoot in the dark. Rather lay down a field of fire than take the time to hit the target. Thats unless there was more than the one watcher and the second one got away.
He didn't kill the Coppers?
Is Cathy going to be pressed into service again? I do hope she kept her bow inside this time.
Much peace
Khadijah
Ah.
So threads are becoming 'ravelled,!
'Bike' is beginning to 'motor' as it changes up a gear.
Let's see where this ride takes us. I'll just ride pillion on this chapter.
Still lovin' it.
Hugs and love.
OXOXOX
Bev.
Growing old disgracefully.
Growing old disgracefully.
Growing old disgracefully.
Poor Doggies!
It looks like the K-9s have been nine(mm)'ed and the local constabulary didn't fare much better. I might think the baddie was a hired ex-SAS (or similar foreign service) type pro, except a previous encounter with the police, if that was the same person, would seem to put the lie to that. Pros don't get discovered, or if they do, they move on to another locale and another job. The incidental helicopter/motorcycle chase a few chapters ago couldn't have just been a coincidence.
So, the plot is as thick as ever. Nothing has been revealed. Yet.
PS. Kiki, the faithful family watchdog, has truly embarrassed herself with her heavy sleeping on this one.
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If a picture is worth 1000 words, this is at least part of my story.
Cathy would probably
have gotten him in one shot with her bow. Of course the cops would be unhappy because she did their job for them.
Dilemma, does Cathy open the door to a knock from someone she doesn't know? I'd suggest NO.
I'm thinking
I havent given it much thought, but, since the story setting is mostly in the UK. one of the commenters made mention copper couldnt broadside of a barn ... but it did get me thinking. I'm betting most UK cops unless very recently don't get much training in handling firearms like here in USA particularly Western USA, where It's quite likely those of us that didnt grow up in the larger cities, had a gun or access to several since age 10, and right of passage when we got our hunter's safety badges, and likly our 1st 22 cal. rifle. (YES, lots of girls in that stmt also)
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to PIPA -
If our own cocker spanial was any indication. she would of been under the bed with the girls when the lightning storm occured, most def. Like Kiki, in which she was a 4 legged vaccuum cleaner. (smiles) Chocolate was a lover and never met anyone that could avoid giving her a taste of anything they were munching on. Even those that claimed to hate dogs, I'd seen giving her a treat, and they had to know that she def. wasnt underfed.
However said all that, most of the breed make outstanding guard dogs because of outstanding hearing, not likely to be disturbed by gun fire, & generally well requarded as very good bird hunting dogs.
I did begin
too wonder if we would have a hostage situation developing here ....You know the sort of thing, Desperate gunman breaks into house manages to locate one of Cathy's children and a stand off begins ....Thankfully that does not seem to be happening .... At the moment!...But who knows what the future might hold !.... In fact just about the only thing certain is that if the gunman has the misfortune to meet Cathy.... He will not enjoy it....
Kirri
Why did I keep...
Why did I keep expecting the tense, creepy music to increase tempo? :-)
Quite interesting. Trish being good - there at the end. But, she got to play with the toys and is the one that spotted the stranger. Now, wonder WHY Trish was up at that hour, and why looking for the moon...
Thanks,
Anne
And, of course,
he got away. The police aren't very good in Cathy's neck of the woods.
Cathy, the Bobbies are soxers.
Cathy must live in the Keystone section. Because those Cops are certainly the Keystone Kops, those guys couldn't catch a cold.
I just hope the dogs are all right after all that shooting. Lady C. would have shish-ka-bobbed him with her trusty bow long ago !
Karen