|Snowbird, extract chapter36 (standard:romance, 2737 words)|
|Author: Brian Cross||Added: Jan 27 2003||Views/Reads: 2320/1342||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An extract from my novel Snowbird|
350 CHAPTER THIRTY SIX Graham Stone left the musty basement cells and climbed the stairs to the ground floor. He crossed his arms and stood back in the shadows as he looked through the opened door across Market Square. Stone knew Charlotte would arrive, not to see him of course but to see Danny Wilson. To acquaint herself with the circumstances behind the actions which had lead to the killing of her father. He couldn't understand why she bothered with Wilson, let alone understand why she hadn't shown the tiniest interest in him. After all he held a dignified and responsible position in the community, and always kept his appearance smart and respectable. None of these were qualities that could any longer be ascribed to Danny Wilson, if they ever were at all. And yet she'd come, as sure as hell she'd come. Then it would need to be quick for he was expecting at any moment to receive the prisoner escort that would take Wilson to Birmingham court where he'd stand trial for her father's murder, and where presumably, if he were not very fortunate indeed, he would hang. Stone only hoped that he'd be there when she arrived, that he wouldn't be assigned to some trivial matter of minor deception of which he'd encountered a good many of late, time wasting episodes where prosecution wasn't even a consideration, and yet it was something which would wrench from his grasp the last opportunity to gain her confidence, a prospect that deep within he knew to be remote, but that still, in his conscious mind, assumed total importance to him. He was not disappointed in one respect: he was there when she called. She'd strode through the front entrance and despite his anticipation of her visit she'd still taken him by surprise. His back turned, he'd swung round to encounter her. Her stature was second to none. She was erect, and with long auburn hair flowing from her broad head down the sides of her flawless face and across her wide shoulders she epitomised health and beauty. Her very presence seemed to propel him into another world inhabited by this same woman, but now she might be a warrior goddess, fierce and intimidating. Hadn't that very vision always been reflected by the intensity in her expression? He didn't know. It only served to make his desire for her become so potent that it troubled his soul. But she hadn't come here to see him and the very formality with which she announced that fact made it hard for Stone to stem his jealousy. ‘Good morning Sergeant,' she said, as if he were just another commonplace serving member of the public, ‘I've come to see Danny Wilson. Would you show me to him please?' Just like that. So dismissive of his own presence and Graham Stone was boiling now, so much so that he could hardly contain his rising jealousy. No I damned well can't, he was transported to Birmingham fifteen minutes ago. How he'd love to be able to utter those words in the face of her casual dismissal of him. But why couldn't he do that? Just what was preventing him? Nothing. Because who the hell would know? In just a short time Wilson would be going anyway. ‘I'm afraid that won't be possible, ‘ Stone replied, his face both hardening and reddening at the same time, but he was also gloating at her anticipated disappointment. ‘You see he was transferred to Birmingham only a short time before your arrival - I'm sorry.' Her bearing remained just as resolute and forceful as ever as she met his cold stare. There was something uncaring and yet demanding about this man. Moreover, she didn't believe him. She raised her head as a shaft of sunlight shone through like a huge conical needle and inflamed her hair for a second. Stone felt then what he'd always known, that she was the most desirable woman he'd ever encountered. And yet she despised him, he could tell it in her manner and it angered him deeply. ‘Danny Wilson killed my father so you say, in which case I'd like to be certain that he's suffered the last couple of days in the squalor he deserves.' She raised her head even higher, squaring her fine Click here to read the rest of this story (229 more lines)
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