From Tom, he wanted reassurance that Mr Edison was not just interested in his mother’s money. Looking out for her interests was something he had always done, and this was not about to stop. But he liked Tom Edison more than he had ever liked Derek Mills.
March 10, 2008
March 9, 2008
Chapter Eighteen – You’ve Been Framed
Derek had left under a cloud and his leaving had been covered by Mr Edison telling colleagues that Mr Mills had opted for early retirement due to ill health. Where he would loved to reveal to everyone what a brute this man was, Maggie did not want to press charges against her husband, and had told Tom she would leave if he told the truth.
Chapter Seventeen The Cover Is Blown
I now felt part of an audience, my participation not required, and my instinct told me to get out, collect my husband and other belongings, so we could escape this madhouse, but as a would-be writer, I saw it as fodder for a future novel. On a more base level, I was intrigued, while working at the company, many questions had formed and it looked like at last I may get the answers.
Chapter Sixteen – Family Gatherings
Chapter Sixteen
Now wondering what this elderly gentleman would be like, I walked back around the pathway that led to the kitchen – and the door we had entered through last night. On my way round I went past a window that had been opened slightly, and could hear a vacuum cleaner, as the workings of a large house had swung into action. The next window along was also opened, but through this came bursts of hurried dialogue. Continuing my journey, one or two lines carried on the morning breeze, snatched words escaped, making me wonder still what was going on.
March 8, 2008
Chapter Fifteen End Of The Tunnel?
Shortly after dawn broke and I had finally accustomed to the sound of the seagulls, it seemed the entire countryside was awake, but the house itself slumbered on. It didnt feel quite right, staying in this old man’s home but not having met him. Yet not even that – this guy was ultimately my employer, maybe it was some strange sort of team building thing and today we’d be packed off with a compass and swiss army knife and told to catch our lunch, after a go at paintballing in the house’s extensive grounds.
March 7, 2008
Chapter Fourteen The Darkest Hours
Finally, we all got inside. Helen, myself, Deano and Lorraine – we had also been joined by the housekeeper, a stout elderly lady, who was busying herself boiling a kettle on a large range cooker. Helen and Deano were very familiar with her, and jokes were being cracked at her expense, which she took in good humour, the smile never far away from her crinkly mouth. One thing for sure- if wrinkle cream companies wanted a new model – she was a great ‘before’ advertisement. But to take them away would be to remove a part of her intrinsic character. So rare to find such a happy person, especially this time of night.
March 6, 2008
Chapter Thirteen – Chasing Cars
Once again we had a car on our tail, and I was pretty sure it was Maggie and Tom Edison. I wasn’t sure either of them would be armed – though they spent special times together in the company stationery cupboard – maybe one of them would pull out a staple gun or something.
Chapter Twelve – In Shady Circumstances
It was dark now, we were driving through the countryside, hopefully heading for the coast. Lorraine was trembling beside me, casting worried glances towards the phone, which was in a holster-type carrier. Neither of us were talking, though now and again Lorraine would look behind us and tell me that the green car was still in pursuit and actually doing quite an effective job of it, by her account. I had been lost and looking for the coast before – being from my family, with a father who had a penchant for short cuts to avoid traffic, it was quite a common memory
