Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1734

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1734
by Angharad

Copyright © 2012 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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James called me that evening, he’d met Gareth so he was equally puzzled about the death–especially as it had happened after Stella and the girls moved in. Coincidence or what? He was impressed with Trish’s perspicacity particularly in seeing the residue on the piece of metal. I agreed to send to up to him by courier the next day. The photos, he admitted, so far just showed damage by explosion not the cause.

I told him I’d given some to the plod, and he sniggered, “What do these guys do to earn a living?”

“I assume they just want it to be a tragic accident.”

“It’s sounds as if it’s anything but, and if they were after Stella and her kids, who are they and why?”

“I have no idea, but questioning is out of the question at the moment, she’s recovering from CO poisoning and once she finds that Gareth has been killed, who knows what her mental state will be.”

“Yeah, she’s had some problems that way hasn’t she?”

“I feel so badly for her, a second chance at happiness for her taken by person or persons unknown. I want them known and I want them convicted of murder, and I don’t care what it costs. Gareth was a nice guy and he’d have done all he could to make her happy. I want them brought to book for it.”

“Your word is my command–as long as you’re paying for it; but just in case the accident was just that–let’s not jump to conclusions, eh?”

“D’you honestly think it was an accident, Jim?”

“No, but let’s see what the lab brings up with the residue.”

He rang off and I packed up the small item and left a message on a courier service ansafone to collect it first thing tomorrow. We use them in the uni, so they’re quite reliable.

In bed, I informed Simon of what I’d done. “You’re playing with fire again, Cathy.”

“What if they were after Stella and her girls, it might be us next?”

“And if it was just a tragic accident?”

“We’ll know that in a couple of days.”

“I suppose we ought to increase our vigilance, just in case.”

“I’ll get Maureen to check out the gates, the lights and the cameras.”

“I keep forgetting we’ve got all that.”

“I’ve also ordered a thermal imager.”

“What for?”

“Nominally for use with small furry things after dark, but as I’m paying for it, it will stay with me.”

“Biology has gone high tech, what happened to cutting up worms in the lab for fun?”

“They still do that, some of them are less than a millimetre long, so it’s clever stuff.”

“What? Earthworms are bigger than that, aren’t they?”

“These are parasitic nematodes, they cause diseases in fish amongst other things.”

“I shall never look at my cod and chips with the same sort of affection again.”

“The sea is full of all sorts of things, many which will likely have become extinct before we ever see them.”

“Like pleisiosaurs, you mean?”

“Pleisiousaurs–what are you on about?”

“Well they became extinct before we ever saw them.”

“Yeah, by about a hundred million years or so–not even primitive mammals like politicians had evolved then. Australopithecus and Homo erectus had millions of years to wait before they appeared. I mean the chalk that surrounds us was laid down in that period, Jurassic, when we were under a tropical sea.”

“Yeah, now that is global warming I could cope with.”

“Except this house would be under water.”

“You can’t have everything,” he sighed.

“Oh, I don’t know, you manage with most things,” I joked at him. “Who’s going to tell Stella that Gareth is dead?”

“Dad, that’s why he went in to see her today, to speak with the doctors and assess when the best time would be.”

“That is going to be one hell of a job.”

“I know, which is why Dad agreed to do it.”

“Are we going to invite her to come here again?”

“Well as she isn’t probably entitled to Gareth’s estate, she’ll have nowhere to go.”

“She couldn’t live there anyway, the place blew up, remember?”

“Oh yes; perhaps she’ll want to go back to London, with Dad and Monica.”

“Or she could buy somewhere of her own–she’s hardly short of money is she?”

“No, she usually spends mine.”

“Why d’you let her?”

“I’ve done it for years, even when we were in school, I used to sub her–only to learn she saved hers.”

“She’s played you for a sucker all these years.”

“Unlike you of course.”

“I don’t take advantage of you, Simon, and I do fund my own projects too.”

“Yeah, I know, babes.”

“I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep now.” I kissed him and rolled over onto my side. I had barely closed my eyes when the phone rang.

“Who the...” swore Simon as he picked up the handset. “Hello?”

I could only hear one side of the conversation.

“Yeah, how is she?” Obviously Henry.

“She knows? How does she know? She saw Billie in a dream who told her Gareth was with her. How long? Okay, see you tomorrow, night.” He put the handset back down on its charger unit.

“That was Henry, I take it?”

“Yeah, Stella had the same dream you did.”

“And Trish.”

“But she doesn’t usually believe that sort of stuff.”

“Her gassing probably reduced her filters–she’d have normally screened it out like you do road noise, unless it’s very loud or you’re wanting to cross.”

“With you, I can accept the weird...”

“Oh thanks,” I said sarcastically.

“Let me finish; I can accept it with you because of the blue light business...”

“Which doesn’t seem to work anymore.”

“Do you mind if I finish? Thank you; now–oh yes, weird things happened when you were doing all that, but as it saved lives, including my own, I’m not complaining. With Stella, she’s just so conventional as a weirdo, so this is really weird.”

“A conventional weirdo? You have such a way with words, husband mine.”

“Yeah, my English teacher said so.”

“Did he?”

“Yeah, he said, ‘Mr Cameron, you have such a way with words, as to make it seem that English is a second or third language.’”

I burst into laughter and had to go to the loo, which I only just made in time. “Don’t pull the flush,” he called gently, and then occupied the loo as I left it.

“I hope you lifted the seat,” I said as he came back to bed.

“Yeah, I left it up to prove it.”

“So, what’s happening with Stella?”

“They’ll put the seat down for her.”

“Simon, behave–what is happening with Stella?”

“They’ve sedated her and will evaluate her tomorrow. Dad’s staying at the hotel, he’ll ring tomorrow–oh, he said Monica will have the girls if it’s too much for us.”

“It hasn’t been before, has it?”

“Hey, I’m only the messenger.”

I turned over again and it took me ages to sleep, I kept wondering who could do that to Gareth or Stella and how fortunate the girls were.

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