This is the twenty-second part of a fiction serial, in 751 words.
Edgar Lexham was cutting the extensive grass at the front of his house as the police car stopped across his driveway. When he saw the officer walking in his direction, he turned off the noisy petrol engine of the mower. “Can I help you, officer?” The policeman consulted his notebook. “Does an Adrian Lexham live here, sir? It is shown as his address on the registration of a green Consul Cortina car”. Edgar nodded. “He’s my son, so this is his home address, but he is currently touring France and Spain in that car. Is something wrong? You had better come inside”.
Declining the offer of a cup of tea and a seat in a comfortable armchair, the policeman remained standing. “We have had a report from the police in Switzerland, sir. It appears that this car was left parked close to the main railway station at Geneva”. He looked at his notes again. “The station is called Cornavin, and the car was towed away for being illegally parked. Strangely, the keys were in the ignition, and the Swiss police found a map and some travellers cheques on the floor inside. This information is a couple of days old, but they want to know what to do about the car. Do you have any idea how you might contact your son, sir?”
“I have no idea where he might be. To be honest, we had words before he left. He turned down a perfectly good job, bought that car, and said he was going travelling in Europe for a year, starting in France and Spain. He didn’t tell me where, specifically. Did the Swiss police check the hotels in the area? The car might well have broken down, leaving him no option but to book into a hotel”. The policeman shrugged. “There wasn’t a lot of detail, sir. They mainly want to know about when the car is going to be collected. Apparently, there is a substantial fine to pay, and a bill for towing and storage”.
Shaking his head, Edgar leaned forward in his chair. “It looks like I am going to have to pay up, doesn’t it? How the hell I am supposed to get a car back from Switzerland, I don’t know, but if you have the contact details, I will phone them and arrange something. At least I can pay the fine and fees”. The policeman closed his notebook after reading out the details for Edgar to write down. “I will leave it with you then sir, good day to you”.
In a seedy hotel room in the even seedier district of Sankt Pauli, Sally was counting the remaining money. She should have known better than to trust Julien. He had only hung around for one night after they had arrived in Hamburg. When he had driven the car across the Swiss border to Geneva, it had seemed like a good idea. Then he said they had to get a train to Paris, before transferring onto a train to Germany. He claimed he knew Hamburg well, and they could disappear there. He had booked and paid for the room in the awful hotel, where the other guests all seemed to be prostitutes. Then the next day, he was gone, taking most of Adrian’s French Francs that they hadn’t changed up yet.
She didn’t even know his surname.
For once in her life, Sally Brooks was completely out of her depth. She had less than seventy pounds to her name, and for all she knew, she might be wanted by the police. One thing was for sure, Adrian could never have survived that fall.
Her best guess was that Julien had got on a ship. Maybe back to Canada, but he could have gone anywhere. That huge port city was an international shipping destination, and a big man like him could easily have signed on to do some manual job on board a cargo vessel.
Adrian’s body showed up in the lake at Doucier exactly one week after he had fallen from the rocks. The fast flowing stream had washed it into the lake that night, but into an area where few tourists or locals ever ventured. A recent rainstorm had raised the level of the water, and his battered, floating corpse was spotted by someone flying low in a private aircraft.
When Edgar Lexham saw the police car stop outside his house that evening, he wondered why. After all, he had arranged to pay the fine and fees.
Just found you. Going to have to get a move on reading the back story!
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Thanks, Judi. That’s a big catch-up! I appreciate you following this blog too.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another terrific chapter Pete!
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Thanks, John. ‘Accidental death’, and no police investigation. Sadly, no justice for Adrian, not even a Manslaughter charge.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another dead person, in connection with the car. Great tension, Pete! xx Michael
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Thanks, Michael. Poor Adrian had a very big fall! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thats sad, but it was owed to the story.
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Miss Sally is broke and she is in trouble with the police! Really, I am not vengeful . .but that Sally is “a piece of work!”
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She certainly is! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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May Adrain rest In peace, may Sally rot in hell, and may Julien deal with the devil himself! Another great chapter, looking forward to the new owner! C
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Thanks, Cheryl. I am happy to generate that emotion. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Not a smidgen of remorse what a b****….I am relying you,Pete to make sure they both get their just desserts x
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Why would they though? Nobody knew he was travelling with them. Julien paid for the tent, and nobody even knew Adrian was staying at that campsite. Other than the car being stolen and driven to Switzerland, there are no suspects. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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(1) Swiss cops discovered the Consul Cornavin at the Cortina train station. (Or something like that.)
(2) Strangely omitted from Part Twenty-One: Julien’s keys were in Sally’s ignition. And that really turned her on! (It made her purr!)
(3) Overheard:
Edgar Lexham: “How the hell I am supposed to get a car back from Switzerland?”
Police Officer: “Leave it to you flatlanders to make a mountain out of a molehill.”
(4) After Sally found herself alone in Germany, she ordered a Hamburger. She was hungry for sex with a blond Teuton.
(5) Sally Brooks was completely out of her depth. As opposed to Adrian Lexham, who was still deep in the abyss.
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You didn’t let me down with your ‘Hamburger’ pun, though I confess I was expecting something concerning Wimpy or Ronald McDonald. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I am just sick. Julien the sleaze is long gone, and Sally has the first wake up call of her life. I hope she gets in deep trouble. I hope she has to face Adrian’s dad. Great episode, Pete.
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Thanks, Jennie. Adrian’s dad doesn’t know anything about Sally. As far as anyone in England is concerned, he was travelling alone. And nobody knew about him at the site, as Julien paid for the tent. Other than being temporarily stuck in Hamburg, Sally is as free as a bird.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Not fair!!
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Sally?. . . Not to worry. Even in fiction, Karma is a bitch.
Well then, what next? Have to wait. That ‘patience thing’. Damn. . .
Oh, apparently our “Good Runner” is indeed such. Seeing the photo on my laptop? I can see she is a virtual hotrod for 1963 in her 1500 GT Trim. Now I miss Mike even more 😉
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The car in the photo is a ‘Concours d’Elegance’ show car. I believe it was 30 years old when the picture was taken, and had been lovingly restored. A clue to that is the badge on the right, with the number 30 visible, and the the AA badge is an original metal badge from the 1960s. The badge on the left is unfamiliar to me, but I am guessing it to be an Owner’s Club badge.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ahhh. “Icy”, Said the Eskimo!
I did not look nor, other than the AA badge, which I ‘do’ know, would have no clue as to the others, thank you.
I do love the chrome bar for the badges instead of affixed to the grille that would impede airflow to the radiator. 1500GT’s had a much better ‘driver’s cockpit too as I recall.
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Badge bars were once popular, and a common sight. I cannot recall the last time I saw one though. 🙂
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It is a little satisfying to have Sally face some consequences.
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She has yet to face any real consequences of course, though she is upset at being alone and short of money in Hamburg. As always, she is only thinking of herself, and not about Adrian.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I imagine we have all had a Sally in our lives.
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I had a friend who put up with a ‘Sally’ for years, despite everyone telling him he was crazy to do that. I based her on that young woman from the early 1970s.
Best wishes, Pete.
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She was certainly believable.
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Uh oh….And I have zero sympathy for Sally.
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That’s fine, Sue. You are not supposed to like her.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well, quite
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I can see why Adrian is so naïve if his father feels he’s obligated to pay all those expenses to get the car out of hock. His name is not on the title. Naivety runs in the family.
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Old-school, upper middle class England, Don. It’s what they do.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Poor Adrian. Looks like the car is back in the UK I wonder who is next.
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The car is still in Switzerland, Jude. But it will be back in England soon.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I’d offer to collect it, but sounds like you have it sorted 😂
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You know Geneva better than me, I have never been there. 🙂 x
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😉
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The runner is going to become a vagabond. Poor Father of Adrian 😦
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I’m sure the car will soon find its way back to England, Carolyn.
Best wishes, Pete.
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This has me fascinated…
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I am very happy to hear that. Thank you, Carolyn.
Best wishes, Pete.
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oh, sally! what havoc will you wreak next?
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The car is moving on to a new owner soon. What happens to Sally will have to remain a mystery. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Poor Sally…NOT!
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I can’t imagine anyone having any sympathy for her, Kim.
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ohh man another sad end with the green car and sally used him and now his father has to pay the fine come on man this is bad so where the car goes now?? new owner of it ??
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There has to be a new owner eventually.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m rather glad that Sally is now in a bit of a quandary. Serves her right!
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It certainly does.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I do hope Sally gets her just desserts!
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Fingers crossed for that, FR.
Best wishes, Pete.
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