The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 David Carter (autobiographies to read txt) ๐
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In the Volvo, they could hear the bike-rider accelerating up behind, the big throaty engine echoing in the confines of the tube, and it squeezed past the left side of the Volvo and the right side of a big old Mercedes saloon. The bike surged ahead beyond the mini-bus, and in the next second the police rider was glaring at the mini-bus driver and waving frantically and telling him to get into the left lane. Didnโt matter what the STAY IN LANE signs said, when an angry yellow and black gauntlet waved you in, it was wise to shift, and he did so, jerkily, in a bit of a hurry, and it looked panicky, thought Walter, swaying the grinning punters in their seats, but no matter, they were having fun, and Karen spurted through the vacant space, as Walter nodded his thanks through the glass at the fit looking guy on the bike, as he surged forward and did the same thing twice more, to other sleepy drivers as they were hitting the incline on the Liverpool side, and Karen snapped on the blinker for a left turn.
She knew they wanted the first exit that swept away to the left, and the north, and the biker held the traffic in that lane back a second, and Karen glanced back over her left shoulder, saw it clear, accelerated again, and moved over, and swept up the exit lane and back out into the sunshine, and the moment they saw the sun Walterโs phone rang, and it was Mrs West again.
โBeen trying to get you,โ she said.
โBeen in the tunnel.โ
โFair โnuff. Spoke to everyone, and theyโve all been very helpful, though the departure may not be delayed.โ
โItโs a huge ship, maโam, and we may not have time to find Jessica.โ
โI know that, Walter, but the ship is not technically British territory, and we have precious little evidence to say that Jessica is aboard at all. If the ship misses the high tide there could be big cost issues involved. Weโve done everything we can, but...โ
And she let that thought float in the air, as if she didnโt have much else to say on the subject, and no authority to do any more.
โOkay, maโam, weโre just joining the dock road now, heading north, fairly busy traffic. Should be there in about ten, maybe fifteen minutes.โ
โOne bit of news from this end,โ she said.
โOh?โ
โThe Manchester boys have just recovered Fenfang Dong.โ
โIs she okay?โ
โBit battered, but sheโll live.โ
โGood to know. Iโll tell Jun.โ
โYou do that. Keep me posted.โ
โWill do.โ
14.48. WALTER TOLD JUN about Fenfang and asked, โHave you been on this ship?โ
โNo. But I have on the sister ship, I think it was, and Iโm hoping they are the same layout.โ
โWhere did they keep you?โ asked Karen.
Jun thought back to her introduction to the Heavenly Peace. Recalled the details she had committed to memory.
They took her below deck, one man leading, one following, no talking, down and down, six decks down, along a clean corridor, smell of oil, lots of thick coloured pipes, red and orange and blue, running along the ceiling and walls and tucked into the side of the floor, vibrating engines, making ready to put to sea. They stopped half way down the corridor and one of the men opened a small windowless room, pushed her inside, and locked the door.
Yeah, that was about right, and she told Karen and Walter of the descent, six decks down, to that ten by ten tin tomb, and she hoped that this would be the same, but it couldnโt possibly be the same, not completely, because they were not about to board the Heavenly Peace at all, but the Divine Providence. Just how different would it be? Or how similar?
14.58. THE LIVERPOOL Freeport, and the Volvo made to join the small queue, but a guy, a smart uniformed peak-capped sergeant from the Port of Liverpool police, came out of the office, nodded at them urgently through the glass, pointed away to the right side, and he went around behind the double gates and pulled them open, extra access for emergency vehicles, fire engines and the like, imagined Walter, and he came to the car, as Walter buzzed down the glass, and the guy said, โGot room for a little โun?โ
Walter said, โSure, jump in the back.โ
Little โun, he wasnโt, six foot eight, grey hair just showing under his cap, but still mighty fit and pretty impressive, and to Jun he appeared a giant, as he folded himself into the car and squeezed beside her, and said, โSergeant Gill,โ and Walter did the intros, and Gill pointed the way ahead, and Karen cruised the car into the Freeport, and Gill waved them round to the left, swerved past a mountain of multi-coloured containers, all neatly laid out in rows, a hundred yard straight run, and another left turn heading for the State of Divine Providence.
โThatโs her!โ said Gill, pointing.
โShe is massive!โ said Karen, slowing and cruising to a gentle halt, close to the vast ship.
WHITE STAR LINEโS ROYAL Mail Ship Titanic, built in Belfast, weighed in at 46,329 gross tonnes, give or take. It ran with a crew of nearly 900, 700 of
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