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Carruthers' Demise, Chapters Twenty Four & Twenty Five (standard:drama, 2248 words) [14/24] show all parts
Author: Brian CrossAdded: Mar 10 2012Views/Reads: 1126/733Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Carruthers discovers some unpleasant facts; continuation of my drama.

Chapter Twenty Four 

Leaving Lyndhurst police station, Inspector Jack Manners hurried to his
car, ducking out of the ceaseless rain that had attributed considerably 
to the gloom of his day. He sneezed; the damp weather was doing nothing 
to vanquish his hay fever affliction. Sinking back momentarily in his 
seat, he raised his eyes to the visor that had been redundant of late, 
and taking a deep breath uttered an expletive. 

Why did the powers that be choose to involve him in a case like this?  A
murdered publisher, and a disappearing best-selling novelist, who in 
all likelihood was responsible not only for his murder, but the vagrant 
Foulkes as well. Add to that a disagreeable literary agent in her 
husband, who even if he wasn't in collusion couldn't see the wood for 
the trees  and to top it all a country bumpkin of a sergeant who he'd 
been forced to cooperate with owing to the rural plod's dwindling 

What made matters worse was he couldn't understand how people such as
novelists made up stories and got well paid for doing it. He lived in 
the real world, dealt with real people in real locations  he wasn't 
locked away in some cosy study creating make-believe. Okay, in 
Carruthers' case he only represented writers but that was just as bad. 
They lined his pockets and he doubted that the man had to do too much 
to earn the cash.  Manners engaged the engine, shook his head. They 
should try living in the real world, the lot of them. He hadn't the 
time for their nonsense. 

And yet, despite the touch of acid that this case brought to his throat,
it wasn't all bad.  There might yet be a silver lining locked away in 
their somewhere. If he could track the woman down quickly enough he'd 
have the result he badly needed to restore momentum to a stuttering 

Manners drove out of Hampshire contemplating that very point. There was
no doubting his career had stalled. He'd had a good beginning  a sound 
education had stood him in good stead for his push to the top. And 
then, early on in his police career he'd met Jennie, a constabulary 
police officer, at a police charity ball. 

They'd hit it off, and it had helped that Jennie's father was a former
superintendent with influence in the force. The combination of some 
good publicity on one hand and a word in the right place on the other, 
plus his own undoubted skills had propelled him to the rank of 
inspector in no time at all. And that was where it had started to go 
awry. Jennie being something of a publicist had a liking and tendency 
to be at the hub of things. That inclination had started to grate on 
him and it wasn't too long before he'd begun to dissociate himself from 
the various gatherings Jennie attended; not all, he thought, were 
professionally orientated. 

Before long the rift had developed sufficiently for them to part
company; okay, it might have been pure coincidence but that had been 
the point at which his career had run out of steam. 

However, if he could nail this one quickly enough he might be able to
gain a little upward momentum; particularly considering the social 
status of the individuals concerned. 

Because that was what he'd set his sights on the moment he'd joined the
force. His banker father and lecturer mother had raised their eyebrows 
initially, but once he'd explained that plodding the beat featured 
nowhere in his aspirations, they'd capitulated to his reasoning. 

Now however, he was becoming increasingly frustrated with the standstill
in his fortunes. It wasn't beyond the realms of possibility however, 
that this case, even with the literary theme he abhorred, might yet 
prove to be his saving grace. 

Chapter Twenty Five 

Carruthers wandered off into the rain, glad to be free of Manners'
overbearing presence and having received his inevitable caution that 
the Inspector be advised of any movements he might make. 

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