Even though Lancelot was worried because of the note and the man who had just met him while coming back home he could not help but notice that there was a new Honda Civic standing outside The Crest’s. As far as he was aware of no one new should not have come to visit because the showing of the properties and the houses did not start until next two weeks. There was still a bit of final paperwork which had been left and he needed to check upon it.
As far as he knew this was not a usual tourist or holiday spot as well, so who would show up suddenly like this?
But that was not the important matter that he needed to think about. At first Lancelot thought of sharing this with his father and ask help from him regarding that but then he remembered that his father would probably shoot him all by himself and he did not need that as of now. He preferred to stay alive and that too by a great extent.
Nathan and Susan freshened up after their lunch and they were going out on their way to meet Lord Billington when Bertie, the landlord appeared full of apologies.“I am afraid that I misled you both about His Lordship. He still has two of his younger daughters living with him at Bradburt Manor. And he also has a younger son called Lancelot. He has been trying for years to get the son as a male heir to carry on his name but it seems that the Lordship’s son is not at all interested in the matter and now it might seem that he has lost his enthusiasm for the idea. And I fear that I also misled you about the Lordships’s third daughter,” said Bertie.“In what way, exactly?” asked Susan. Even though this should not have been up for discussion but it seemed really odd to hear that.“She did not walk out with her elder sisters. They think that s
“Bill have you heard? Did someone tell you that you need to be at the crime scene as soon as possible? I mean, you need to get the fresh evidence right?” asked Commander and Bill felt that his ears would burst at the volume of his voice.“Boss….it is four in the morning and definitely an ungodly hour. Then why on earth are you screaming like hell?” asked Bill as he started pulling his boots over his feet.“Right right…my wife has been complaining her whole life that my pitch is high but right now you need to go to that crime scene as soon as possible. Chop chop,” said his boss and Bill rolled his eyes.“Yes boss I am all decked up and going to sing Deck the Halls on the way to my scene of crime,” said Bill as he spewed the sarcastic comment out loud before he could think what he was saying,&
“You are so welcome here, Mr. Frost. A visitor of great importance who arrived at Bradburtshire yesterday ad is staying at the Crest’s,” said the huge man in a booming voice.He smiled warmly as he shook Nathan’s hand and then turned towards Susan to shake hers.“I must be losing my manners, dear me, I should have greeted you first, Ms. Rollo, the delightful and enigmatic assistant to Mr. Frost. Mr. Frost’s brilliant aide-de-camp,” said the man with a charming smile. And Susan could not help but wonder if this man was Lord Billington.“Lord Billington?” she queried in a small voice. Even after trying to be coquettish like Nathan had advised her, her voice came out stronger than to be expected. She tensed her hand hoping that it would crushed in that giant bear paw of his but instead he held her hand gently and squeezed it so
When Bill and Jane were discussing on the clue of the missing bullets and the magazine of the gun which was found in the secret drawer of the man’s cabinet the specialist doctor arrived at the scene. He was not at all happy at being called in the dead early time of the morning and was grumpy as hell. Jane could understand that the moment she took a look at his face. But this was not the man the she had called. She knew that the one she wanted here was a woman.“She could not come because of some problems. We work in the same department. I shall check it for you and if you still feel her need then she will come and check the body at the morgue later today. Would that be alright, Dr. Diego?” asked the man..his name was Dr. Reece.“Good morning Dr. Reece. We have been all here since about an hour and even though you are the one who should have been asleep are here and your colleagu
“Calm down, Margaret,” said Olivia in a calm tone still standing there close to the door.“You shut up. You were not invited to this party,” lashed out Margaret and she was screaming at her sister. Susan could not understand what was the reason for this sudden display of violent temper and that too in front of guests. Young women of royal families were usually taught and brought up with more grace and poise than this.Margaret jumped up and advanced on her sister with her right fist already tightly wound to punch her sister in the stomach but Olivia did not move from where she was standing. Olivia was taller and had longer arms and before Margaret could touch her, she shot out her long arms and then placed her hands on Margaret’s shoulders and then gave her a violent shove. That made her fall back on to the chair and she ended up being sprawled on it.
“I would like to take a walk on the moor,” Susan declared,” to get that damned horror story out of my mind in which Billington reveled in. There are more steps at the end of the terrace,” she finally said.“I shall come up with you,” said Nathan,” There is a stony ground higher up. Thankfully I have the motoring gloves and they will work just fine. Then in case we trip, we won’t at least rip our hands.”Susan marveled at his ahead thinking.They walked a long way across the recently trimmed grass and then the slope began. So did the rough ground, littered with stones of different colours. Susan wearing her gloves reached the edge of the moor first. Behind her, Nathan who had a very sensitive nose for different odours made a face.Susan eased her way along the narrow path between the tall gorse bushes
Lancelot’s POVHe stood on the doorway, blocking any way out. He spoke softly, so softly, that I thought it might have been the wind. His hands, rough from a day’s work, held a glass of wine with such finesse. His stare was fixed on me, and it send chills down my spine. I sat on the bed-- his bed-- wondering when this waiting game would end. It's not as if being with him was a bad thing, but that it had to end sooner or later. The dread that followed every encounter frustrated me.His delicate features beguiled the roughness of his body. The scars I've seen were evident of hard labor. His demeanor betrayed all the scarring, all the hardness that one was entitled after strenuous work. He was a walking contradiction.He walked towards me, glass in hand, with intention to join the bedside. I let him do as he wanted, noting that there was no hesitation in his steps. His hand made a detour on the a
Jane and Grant Diego got out just around noon to go to the Head-Quarters where the bodies of the women had been kept to be checked in by the top pathologist of the country. Even though they knew that they belonged to which families they could not deliver the bodies under these circumstances to anyone. Moreover now that Grant was back, And Nathan was off chasing someone in the moors in the country Jane could pair up easily with her hubby.Grant was telling Jane about the new tricks that they had learnt at the conference but Jane was distracted and merely grunted. She was the one driving today.“When is Nathan and Susan going to return? It is unlike them that they remain away for more than two days from the office?” asked Grant and Jane nodded.“Susan was very cryptic with the details but I think that they might have stumbled upon something big there. At least w