This is the sixth part of a fiction serial, in 770 words.
That evening after dinner, Jon returned to his notes, and the rough draft of what might become his next novel. What would Inspector Johnson do, in these circumstances? It would be very differentwith police powers of course. Knocking on doors showing the envelope, checking the computer for likely suspects in the Aldenham area. Detailed forensics from the blood and fingerprints. And the missing persons branch could be contacted, collating the available information against anyone who may have gone missing.
There was also the option of working alongside the Post Office Investigation Branch, a civilian unit with extensive powers given to them by the Royal Mail. But if Jon contacted them, or the Hertfordshire Police, it would all be taken out of his hands. He would no longer be able to investigate, and it would be highly unlikely that any information about the case would be passed to him.
It was not going to be possible to write the story from his perspective. The Inspector Johnson mystery was going to have to be completely different.
After breakfast the next morning, he went to reception and extended his stay in the hotel for another week. Then he called the car hire company, exchanging the Mercedes for a Transit Van that would be delivered that afternoon. The bigger vehicle would give him room to spread out, and with white vans everywhere in the country, it would pass without notice parked on a street. As well as that, the panelled sides would shield him from public gaze.
While waiting for the vehicle exchange, he walked into town and bought a cheap sleeping bag in a camping shop. Adding a thermos flask, and a pair of basic binoculars to his purchase, he smiled to himself as he remembered the excellent wartime German binoculars in his study. It hadn’t occured to him to bring those.
Surveillance was an area Jon had covered many times in his novels. Imspector Johnson would often use specialist teams to keep tabs on suspects. Sadly, he would have to try alone on this occasion. He would have no access to CCTV cameras as the police did, and there would be nobody to relieve him after a shift.
Worst of all, he had no suspect to surveil.
That gut-feeling so often written about in police procedural novels and murder stories was on his side though. Years of life on the edge of society living in the Gay Community had sharpened his senses nicely. There was a certain satisfaction that those first impressions of people so often proved to be correct, and with this current project, he had that feeling that he would instinctively know if he spotted someone with something to hide.
The van arrived on time, driven by a smart young woman who was very efficient. Unlike the one in the photo on the website though, it was dark blue, not white. No matter, as it would still pass for a tradesman’s vehicle, something not uncommon in an affluent suburb like Aldenham, of that he was sure. The young woman inspected the Mercedes, then exchanged her paperwork for its key. Jon went back into the hotel and changed his car details on the parking permit to reflect the new hire vehicle, then went to his room to take down some notes.
The next morning, dressed casually for comfort, he placed the sleeping bag and binoculars in the back of the van, together with his fully-charged phone, and the leather-bound notebook. The thermos flask had been filled in his hotel room, using the complimentary coffee sachets. Breakfast would be exchanged for some sandwiches and cereal bars, purchased in the BP petrol station on the A41. The day was bright and clear, but Jon knew all too well how cold you could get sitting in the back of a van all day.
Well he had written that into some novels at least, so presumed it was true.
Parking directly opposite the post box was not a good idea, so he parked where he could see the area clearly using the limited range of the new binoculars. Sitting on the sleeping bag up against the back doors to be able to look through the two back windows, even after ten minutes, the ridged metal floor was very uncomfortable. Perhaps he should have brought the spare pillows from the hotel room. He would do that next time.
The postal collections were at nine in the morning, and five in the afternoon. The small Post Office van arrived just after nine, but between then and midday, nobody walked past.
And now he badly needed to pee.
In this posting i learned a lot about the procedure starting good investigation. Thank you, Pete! It seems he will need a longer time to get the evidence, he wants to have. xx Michael
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Thanks, Michael. He has become sidetracked by writing the new novel during his search.
Best wishes, Pete.
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😉 xx
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I’m wondering about the church and it’s occupants? Whoever it is that needs help probably wouldn’t be able to go far…Hum? C
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Glad you are wondering about the church. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Jon is into this, and I think will do well. He is a good sleuth, and I hope he isn’t being watched.
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Quite a few readers think he is being watched. Hmm… 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Interesting!
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(1) The POI Branch of the UN World Food programme serves a staple food in the traditional Polynesian diet.
(2) Royal Mail was worn by Henri II of France, but it didn’t save him from the lance of Capt. Gabriel Montgomery.
(3) “After breakfast the next morning, he went to reception and extended his stay in the hotel for another week.” Serving an excellent breakfast is a hotel’s way of ensuring extended stays.
(4) In an alternate version of Sleeping Beauty, Phillip fails to kiss Aurora. Sixty years later, she becomes known as the Sleeping Bag.
(5) The gods on Mt. Olympus used Zeus’s binoculars to observe the mortals below. Zeiss binoculars were not yet available.
(6) There’s more than gut feelings to be had in the Gay Community. But I sense you already know that.
(7) Ruffles have ridges. And so do the metal floors of many vans.
(8) Is Jon Ridley a peevish person, Pete? And what about Inspector Johnson?
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I think we can assume that I am less peevish than Mr Ridley, David. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hmmm, wonder,m where this is going to lead….and is the watcher being watched….
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Watcher being watched? I hadn’t thought of that, Sue.
Best wishes, Pete.
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😊😊😊
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Changing his car for a van Jon is really getting into this sleuthing lark…I do wonder though if Jon is being watched …just a thought 🙂 x
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It’s good when you have such thoughts, Carol.
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Enjoying this so far. He is very detailed, to his credit or his detriment?
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His career of writing police procedural novels has made him aware of details, Darlene. But even the best detectives usually miss some of those.
Best wishes, Pete.
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It tells us something about him that he spares no thought for the letter writer, who may actually need help.
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He is less concerned about the person, more about being able to write it up as a new novel. I rarely write about sympathetic characters, Audrey, and Jon definitely isn’t one.
Best wishes, Pete.
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the work of crime solving is long and not always the most exciting, but necessary
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It is almost always long and boring routine, Beth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I laughed at the bit about him assuming how cold it could get sitting in the back of the van because he’d written about it! As for needing to pee – he’s not going to use the empty thermos is he?
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I doubt someone like Jon would pee into his own thermos, Mary. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Whoever needs HELP is probably dead by now!
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Not that much time has passed, have faith! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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When you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go…
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I know that only too well now, Stevie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Lol.
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Ha ha, this is going to be a long day and if falls asleep he might miss a vital clue.
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He has to stay awake, Janet. Let’s hope he can.
Best wishes, Pete.
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It seems easier to write about solving a mystery than having to actually do it, pee breaks and all! Good story underway here again Pete!
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Thanks, John. The writer is learning that reality is a long way from fiction.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Indeed! Love that aspect of the story!
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his idea is right if he goes to police then he wiol not be able to investigate and well there he goes to van life
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Yes, he knows that the police will tell him nothing.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I hope some TV idea people are reading this serial, Pete. I think a TV series with Jon as the protagonist would be great. A gay British Mrs. Fletcher.
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Thanks, Don. He could indeed have many more adventures. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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