This is the sixteenth part of a fiction serial, in 725 words.
Early the next morning, Jon walked to a local shop and bought chocolates and flowers for Alanah. When she came to her door, he presented the gifts, adding his thanks for looking after his cat. To forestall any offer to go inside, he told her he was going to be very busy with a new book, so she would be unlikely to see much of her for a while. Her disappointment at that news was eased by the sight of the largest available box of her favourite chocolate assortment.
Three weeks passed, and in the new manuscript, Inspector Johnson was making headway. Some interesting evidence had been found at the house of Roderick. Correspondence concerning a relative who had never been previously mentioned. He was an uncle, the older brother of Amelia. Checking all available records, it appeared this man had not been seen or heard of for some years. In fact, examination of more paperwork discovered at the Aldenham house showed that Amelia’s lawyer had arranged to have him declared legally dead, and as a result she had inherited his estate, including a substantial house in St Albans which had been sold the same year.
The Inspector would have liked to have arrested them all on suspicion of involvement in his death. But with no corpse, his case was shaky. At the suggestion of Sergeant Chen, he placed them all under observation instead, hoping that they might do something to incriminate themselves.
Jon was happy with the way it was going, and continued to make notes concerning the Inspector’s eventual seduction by Eloise, and how that would complicate the case later. Naturally, he had not used any actual names or exact locations, but to get back at the family for messing him around, he used names and locations that were so close to the real ones, anyone who knew them could definitely make a connection.
That evening as he waited for a pasta meal to cook in the oven, he wondered about contacting Claudia, and sending her the first few chapters as a teaser. After all, she had been the one to suggest he should write another book in the series, and it wouldn’t hurt to engage her as his agent once again. As he forked some of the chicken and penne into his mouth, he decided to sleep on it.
Not bothering with breakfast the next morning, he made a pot of coffee in his vintage percolator, ready to face the phone call to Claudia. Jon wasn’t good at eating humble pie, and he had no doubt she would serve him up a very large portion. He would just have to grin and bear it. After all, she was one of the leading agents in literary fiction, even though she managed to run her busy office on a shoesting, employing just one very put-upon assistant, and insisting on answering all the telephone calls herself.
Before he could dial the number, there was a sound from the door. His post dropping into the cage, and the letterbox snapping shut after.
The first two letters were in brown envelopes, one from the Inland Revenue, the other probably a circular. But the third was in an envelope that he recognised immediately, and bore the same clumsy address as the first one that had sent him on that search. Exactly like that one, it had a smeared bloodstain around the flap, and the stamp was a very old Raymond Briggs’ Father Christmas. The Aldenham postmark showed it had been posted five days earlier.
On the one sheet of paper inside, there were more words this time. PLEASE DON’T LET ME DOWN.
Shaking his head, he found another plastic sleeve to put the letter into. He wasn’t about to play that silly game again. This time, he would take both letters to the police, and let them deal with it. He no longer needed to solve the mystery anyway, as he was convinced there wasn’t one. As for the new book, he could make up the rest.
As soon as he was ready, he prepared his notes and both letters, placing them in his shoulder bag. Despite the light drizzle, he could easily walk to Acomb Police Station, where he would speak to someone about the silly practical joke being played on him, and show them the letters.
Enough was enough.
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Jon might be in for a unexpected surprise as the police will not take kindly to his delayed reporting. He’s quite the self interested man…C
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He is very selfish, Cheryl. More worried about the book, than who might be in danger.
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1a) Alanah was so quick to latch onto the box of chocolates that she totally forgot to flash Jon her underwear!
(1b) Pete’s serials are like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.
(2) Bad citation; “As he forked some of the chicken and penne into his mouth, he decided to sleep on it. Maybe by sleeping on the rest of his pasta meal, it would feed his dreams with creative ideas for his books. At the very least, he might dream about a spicy red-haired lady’s runaway dog.”
(3) “Naturally, he had not used any actual names…” For example, he had used Camelia Rose, Broderick Bowels, and Heloise Marker-Quill. That way, nobody who knew them would ever make the connection.
(4) Jon made a pot of coffee in his vintage percolator. Now that’s using the old bean!
(5) Once upon a time, there was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She ran her home business on a shoestring, which enabled her to become a well-heeled lady before kicking the bucket.
(6) I don’t mean to brag, but I’m really very good at eating humble pie, no matter how large the portion!
(7) A man sent to the gallows wrote a note on his back that read, “PLEASE DON’T LET ME DOWN.” The executioner laughed, and said, “You didn’t say PRETTY please!” Whereupon, an ugly fate befell the man.
(8) I always appreciate a light drizzle on a dark night.
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I enjoyed the cross-reference to my spicy food dream post, and may well use Broderick Bowels as a character name in future! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I am not convinced it is a practical joke. Now that Jon has enough material for his new book, he is brushing off the mystery letters.
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Good conclusions, Jennie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah ha!
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Really, Pete? No further surprises in the box? 😉 xx Michael
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Oh, there might be. 🙂
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‘Always a possibility’ Pete’s famous words 🙂
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But so true! 🙂
Cheers, Pete.
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Strange that John does not appear to have thought about ascertaining whether the blood on both letters is that of a human or an animal. Although I guess the technology to do so is very specialist and only accessible by those engaged in police work. Best wishes. Kevin
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I suppose he could have paid privately to have the blood tested by a laboratory, though he might have had to explain why he was doing that, and the lab might well have informed the police behind his back. He has been concentrating too much on the new book idea, and not enough on why the letters are being sent to him.
Then again, he is quite a selfish person. 🙂
Thanks, Kevin.
Best wishes, Pete.
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They always say truth can be stranger than fiction…I’m in the mmmm camp can’t quite figure this out but then you don’t want us to either…:) x
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If you had already worked it out, there would be no need for any more episodes. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Absolutely, Pete x
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Makes one wonder who “me” is? Warmest regards, Theo
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I liked one theory that he is sending the letters to himself. But he would have to drive a long way to post them.
Best wishes, Pete.
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An that would involve rental cars and over night stays, so he might notice that it was possibly him. Warmest regards, Theo
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Exactly. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, me very much doubts
“Enough was enough”. . . 😉
Cheers Pete!
CT
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There is a bit more to come…
Thanks, Chris.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yay we’ve got internet! Maybe he’s mixing fantasy with fact and sending them to himself (lol)?
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That would be a great twist, Stevie. I wish I had thought of that. Can’t use it now! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Will the police believe him/take him seriously…
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Hard to say. We might find out on Sunday, Sue.
Best wishes, Pete.
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OK!
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Enjoying two aspects of this story: the mix of his real mystery and the one he decides to write – and even more so, all of the terrific meals and wine he is enjoying along the way!
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He is something of an epicurean, John! He lives alone, so can indulge his expensive tastes, and he likes to eat well! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The police are going to be cross with him for playing amateur detective. Or maybe they will tell himm they haven’t time for silly pranksters…….what next?
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What next? It hasn’t happened yet, so I don’t know. 🙂 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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So far the letters have helped him, got him writing a new novel, his agent, wo wanted him to write a new novel, and Alanha, who got a box of candy from her dream boat. Does any of the three use that special brand of stationary? Hmmmmm!
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There are a lot of suspects, Don. They are piling up! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I like the twist
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Glad you like the story, Drew.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hmmm…. interesting….
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There have been a lot of Hmmm comments in this serial, Jeanne. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I like where this is going. Look forward to tomorrow.
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Thanks, Darlene. Police Station episode tomorrow.
Best wishes, Pete.
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good he is goind to police otherwise it would have been a long time he solved he mystery
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He has to hope the police are interested.
Best wishes, Pete.
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got it not found earlier
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i guess you need heck wwhether you ahe posted part 14 and 15
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He should have done that in the first instance, but better late than never. At least the letter~writer is still alive.
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Yes, he waited until he had the new book fleshed out, then decided to finally report it. I wonder what will happen now?
Best wishes, Pete.
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As do we all. 🙂
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Hmm, that’s a turn up, but how seriously will the police take him?
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You will find out tomorrow, Janet. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Mmmm He might become the chief suspect instead of a victim 🤔
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Always a possibility, Chris. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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