This is the thirty-third part of a fiction serial, in 811 words. It may contain some swear words.
Friday morning.
Awake just after nine, Alan had a lot of time to kill, and not much to do. With his flight departing after six that evening, he planned to get there about three. So allowing at least an hour to get to the airport, he would grab a cab just before two that afternoon. Five hours. Not too long, in the grand scheme of things.
Before ten, he was in a favourite cafe on the Essex Road, ordering a full English breakfast with extra black pudding and fried bread, and a mug of tea. He hadn’t bothered to get anything in at Gloria’s as he would have had to throw away whatever was left.
The weather was like he remembered it in London in mid-December. Very cold, but dry. There was no snow forecast, but it would start getting dark just after two, and feel like night by three-thirty. One of the things he liked about Spain was that it was rarely that cold on the coast, even though the Spanish locals complained about winter.
The big breakfast warmed him up, and filled him up too. Walking back to Gloria’s, it didn’t feel as cold as on the way there.
It seemed sensible to turn off Gloria’s electric before he left. She wouldn’t be back for some time, if at all, and it would keep any bills at a minimum. If she stayed on in Spain, as he hoped she would, she could phone the local council and give up the flat in due course. If she wanted Angie to stay with her for company, he could buy them a nice villa near his.
It wasn’t as if he would be short of money, after all. He might even give the business to Rosa. She had worked hard enough, and deserved it.
The next forty-five minutes were spent doing some cleaning up at the flat. When that was finished, he put on the sealskin gloves, so he didn’t leave any prints around if the cops broke in at some stage. Then he sat waiting for the time to leave.
Chalky White wasn’t talking to anyone. He was sat in his office pretending to drink coffee that was ninety percent scotch. There wasn’t a single lead so far. The two blokes from the lorry had had to be released without charge, after spending twenty-four hours in custody and sticking to their stories. Teddy Henderson had a cast-iron alibi, and was tight-lipped about anything else. Searches of various flats and houses had turned up ziltch. Chalky took a couple of paracetamol for his growing headache, and wondered what he was going to say to his boss at the midday briefing.
Sitting in Gloria’s now cold flat, Alan suddenly thought of something.
The Ruger.22 was still in the supermarket bag in the wardrobe. How had he forgotten that? He would have to dump that before leaving, as ballistics would undoubtedy match it to Frankie’s shooting, if it was found during a search. Before he left that afternoon, it would have to be disposed of. There were no prints on it, so he didn’t have to go to too much trouble to get rid of it.
The playing fields nearby called Highbury Fields would be good. Lots of rubbish bins, and they might well have already been searched by the cops, even though they were a long way from where Frankie had been shot. That would do nicely.
Francis Liam Toland was only a few days short of his sixteenth birthday. Despite his age, he looked younger, and could have passed for twelve or thirteen. His mum didn’t really know who his dad was, so had christened him with the first name of her uncle, Frankie Toland. After that, he was always called Little Frankie. He had no male role model, other than his great-uncle Frankie. He wasn’t that well-behaved, and had been expelled from two schools before the authorities more or less gave up on him.
Little Frankie adored his uncle. He gave employment to his mum, in an amusement arcade on the Holloway Road. And he eventually gave employment to Little Frankie too, running messages on the bmx bike he had bought for him. Old Frankie Toland believed that everyone should work for their money, even a teenage nephew. If his mum was working late, Little Frankie could go to his uncle’s house. Aunt Mary would cook a dinner for him, and if his uncle was there, he would give him ten quid, and tell him he was a Toland, through and through.
The last time he had seen his beloved uncle was a few hours before he got shot. Little Frankie had worked it out. The bloke from Highbury Grove must have done it.
The smartly-dressed bloke who had given him a fifty as if it was nothing.
And as always, that unanticipated “twist” that comes with. Pete story!
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I managed to keep the secret of the bmx bike boy being related to Frankie Toland. Had I revealed that earlier, the last episode would not have been a surprise. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Agree Pete…you made sure he was around the edges of the story in a way that made me expect him to come back, but not that way!
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(1) Overheard:
Serveur: “Vous désirez, monsieur?”
Alan: “A full English breakfast with extra black pudding and fried bread, and a mug of tea.”
Serveur: “Ça va vous coûter les yeux de la tête.”
Alan; “How much exactly?”
Serveur: “Dix millions de livres.”
Alan: “We obviously don’t see eye to eye on the pricing!”
(2) There wasn’t a single lead so far. And Teddy Henderson had a cast-iron alibi. Chalky White needs to prove his mettle for the job.
(3) I don’t know about Highbury. But there’s a lot of dough stashed away in Pillsbury.
(4) Little Frankie wasn’t well-behaved. He’d been expelled from two schools for riding his bike recklessly through chemistry lab, ruining everything. But at least he and his uncle had good chemistry.
(5) “The last time he had seen his beloved uncle was a few hours before he got shot. Little Frankie had worked it out.” It hadn’t been easy working that bullet out of the wound, but “Liam” had taken his time using a special set of skills…
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You reminded me of the ‘PIllsbury Doughboy’! I hadn’t thought of that in years. I always loved the TV advert for that. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, noooo! The kid on the bike had to reappear. My heart can’t take this!
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And the kid on the bike is Frankie Toland’s nephew! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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😳
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Ooh! Nice twist Pete!
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Yes, I never let on he was Frankie’s relative. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, dear! Sounds like Chalky may have lead soon…xx
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A definite possibility, Carol.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Last one tomorrow already??? How can it be? Alan’s got to shoot the kid and dispose of the body and bike, then get to Bilbao and pick up the money, then have a nice dinner out with Gloria and Lucy and the friend, far too much to do in one episode I think you’ll find! 🤣
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You’re right of course. So it will be one paragraph longer tomorrow. 🙂
(Who is Lucy, by the way?)
Best wishes, Pete.
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One of his lady friends I made up 🤣🤣
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The teenager who knows it all, but now he really does know it all, lol.
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He’s a kid who has spent his life around criminals. He catches on fast. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh no, my poor criminal is about to get snagged! Get on that plane Alan! How can tomorrow be the last one? It’s coincides with our Independence Day!
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You will have to read it after your celebrations. It’s just another Sunday over here. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Wow! This will be very interesting, how they get caught. 😉 Have a beautiful Sunday, Pete! I hope you will have a lot of sun. xx Michael
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No sun forecast, but I will try my best.
Thanks, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh. Justice from beyond the grave…..
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Could be, Yeti. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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little frankie had a good memeory of remembering bloke who shot his uncle but maybe alan will depart for spain by that and hope he doesn’t get caught and there is the twist of it i like it well written
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Thanks very much. Last part tomorrow. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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i knew it
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Uh-oh. Now we really do have a fly in the ointment! Come o. Alan, get on the plane quick!
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If only Alan knew, he could just leave now. But he doesn’t know. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well I’m keeping my fingers crossed for him anyway 🤣🤣🤣
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Wooooo! That bloke from Highbury Grove’s on borrowed time!!
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Little Frankie has a good memory. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Certainly
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This was the glitch all along. Did not know the direct connection to Frnakie< Warmest regards, Theo
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I kept that quiet of course. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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