This is the twenty-second part of a fiction serial, in 743 words.
Before Selina could continue, I held up my hand. I told her I needed a drink. I was talking about tea or coffee, maybe water, but she nodded and produced a half bottle of Martell from a desk drawer. Unscrewing the top, she passed it to me. No glass or cup. I lit a cigarette, and took a big swig of the Cognac. She was also blowing out clouds of smoke from her fourth cigarette, making me feel like I was in one of those old film noirs, sitting in a smoky detective’s office drinking from a bottle.
I handed the bottle back, and she left it sitting there on the desk as she continued.
“When you hear this bit, you are going to be glad you had that drink, Darren”. She was pleased with herself, relishing the moment when she was going to impress me with her discovery.
“Do you follow football, Darren?” I shook my head, not bothering to mention Joel, who lived his life for football. She slid a newspapaper across the desk. It was the back page, and the paper looked recent, almost new. She tapped the head and shoulders photo below the headline that read ‘Southampton confirms their youngest manager’. “Recognise him? Silly question. You don’t follow football, so you won’t”.
Sitting back in her cheap office chair, she folded her arms under her substantial breasts, then hit me with her big news.
“Brendan Holloway. Son of our Sergeant Holloway. Former youth team player for Chelsea. Former member of the England under-21 squad, and later a full-time professional midfielder for Brighton. Following a knee injury when he was at Brighton, he went into coaching. Last month, he was the surprise pick for manager of Southampton”.
As I was still looking goggle-eyed at the smiling man in the photo, she suddenly lifted both legs and rested her feet on the corner of her desk.
“Oh, but here’s the best bit. He is forty-four, not quite forty-five. The same age as your brother would have been if he was still alive. And the Chelsea youth team was the one Terry was trying out for the day he was killed. Guess who else was trying out for that team that same day in Surrey? You don’t need to answer, it was Brendan Holloway. According to my source, Holloway was second choice, with your brother offered the place. Brendan only got the place because Terry died. Now tell me that doesn’t smell fishy. It got my nose twitching, I tell you”.
Reaching for the Martell without asking, I lit another cigarette. I was almost in danger of catching up with Selina. There was no denying she had done well. I was amazed how much she had found out in such a short time, and impressed with the quality of her contacts, considering she was in a depressing little office in a half-dead seaside town. Sliding papers into a box file, she told me what they were as she added each one.
“These are for you to take. My notes on the information from my two contacts. Holloway’s home address, and location of his golf club. The copies of the police investigation at the time, and the details of the appeal instigated by your mum. There are also some photocopied police photos of the car, but be warned. They show your dad dead in the wreckage before the bodies were moved. That’s it for me, I’m afraid. you’re on your own from now on. I don’t want to get any deeper into investigating a policeman, even a retired one. That will bring me a whole world of grief”.
Closing the file, she put her legs back down from the desk, and stubbed out her cigarette. My mind was whirring with all the information, not helped by the two big glugs of Cognac. But I seemed to be being told to leave.
So I left.
Sitting in the car for a long time in the pay-and-display car park, I had no inclination to start the engine, and drive home. Would a serving police officer really stage an accident, then kill my brother, just because of a place on a youth team?
It sounded far-fetched to me, but the combination of circumstantial evidence and inconsistencies in the cause of death certainly pointed to that. And a career in the top flight of the football league was worth big money.
A lot of money.
Well, this was unexpected. No wonder Darren is in a numb state. Wow!
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Glad to hear it was unexpected, Jennie. š
Best wishes, Pete.
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I wasn’t expecting that twist, Pete, but I shouldn’t be surprised. Corruption is rampant within police departments and some people will do anything for money and prestige. I’m almost caught up now. I’ll be back later today and get there. I love the progression of this story and the way you are keeping the complicated plot straight.
–Pam
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Thanks very much, Pam. Only a couple more episodes left now. š
Best wishes, Pete.
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An Unexpected twist, Pete that was not expected as a story line …Well Done š x
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I am always happy when readers do not anticipate a twist, Carol. š
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Its really the “salt in the soup”, Pete! š Best wishes, Michael
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Thanks, Michael. What is soup, without some salt? š
Best wishes, Pete.
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š Agreed, Pete!
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Well, if Brendan messed up his knee playing football, that would be the first bit of karma.
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Except it landed him a better paid job in management. š His karma is coming soon, Pete.
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More twists and turns in this one, Pete…nice job!
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Thanks, John. Building towards the climax now.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A phenomenal turn of events! Well done Pete, I had no clue! C
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Thanks, Cheryl. If you had no clue, then that makes me pleased. š
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Now that there is potenital money involved it needs a reexamination. Warmest regards, Theo
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It’s a lot of money. The salary of a Premier League football manager is substantial, to say the least. š
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) “Unscrewing the top, Maria passed it to me. I’d never seen a topless robot before. At least not in Metropolis.”
(2) Townsend tapped the Head and Shoulders photo below the headline that read, “Yul Brynner finally confesses that he has no further use for dandruff shampoo.”
(3) Bad citation: “As I was still looking goggle-eyed at the space between her two legs on the corner of the desk, she suddenly pointed to the smiling man in the photo.”
(4) Samantha and Darrin Stephens (or was it Darren Cook?) once ate dinner at a seafood restaurant in Frinton. “Now tell me that doesnāt smell fishy. It got my nose twitching, I tell you.” #Bewitched
(5)Townsend was in a depressing little office in a half-dead seaside town. Half the population had apparently succumbed to the virus.
(6) As for the location of Holloway’s golf club, it’s in the bag.
(7) “My mind was whirring with all the information…” Reel-y, Darren?
(8) “Would a serving police officer really stage an accident, then kill my brother, just because of a place on a youth team?” I don’t know. Would a horsefly attack an innocent dog walker in Beetley Meadows?
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Selina’s surname is Macmillan, David.
Nice Bewitched reference, though Darren looks nothing like Dick York. The next serial deals with the horsefly incident in more detail. 48 parts. š
Best wishes,Pete.
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Thanks for the correction.
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Youāve got me hooked
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That’s good to hear! š
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I did NOT see that coming!
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In that case, I am very happy, Kim. š
Best wishes, Pete.
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Unexpected twist to the story – well done, Pete.
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Thanks, Stevie. We might hear more when the psychic turns up. š
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Looking forward t the next instalment.
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Coming up tomorrow, Mary. š
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I know…insane enough to commit murder? š¤
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It would appear so. Also a father determined to help his son, because he believes he can get away with it. And he did! š
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s crazy! For a spot on a football team? More, more!
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The salaries of top players are huge here, BGC. š
Best ishes, Pete.
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Wow I didn’t expect that.. Very suspish
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I’m very pleased that you didn’t expect it, Debs. š
Best wishes, Pete.
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It’s one of the highlights of my day.. I love this series āŗļø
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Very kind of you to say so. š
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Now I wasn’t expecting that! š
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In that case, I am doubly pleased! š
Cheers, Pete.
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What a coincidence that Sgt Holloway happened to be at the scene of the crash! Lucky for his son but not for Terry by the sounds of things.
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More to come, when the Psychic Investigator visits! š
Best wishes, Pete.
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