Month: April 2023

The cinema of my dreams – I always wanted to go on a treasure hunt – Episode 39

Here’s the thing…

Every time I close my eyes, I see something different.

I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox.

But these dreams are nothing to laugh about.

Once again there’s a new installment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt.

 

A shiver went down my spine, and I took it for the omen it was.

Nothing good came of being in a place where you were not supposed to be.

I shook it off.

“Does that look like someone we knew, once?”

He looked at the mannequin, then shook his head.  “No, should it?”

“Seems odd they didn’t come back to collect their stock.  I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as this when the cracks first appeared.”

“Here it was.  Walls crumbled, and in places the roof collapsed.  Two shop staff got hit by a falling beam.  One later died.  There was a long court battle over that.”

I did not remember much of what happened.  My mother said it was just another tragedy brought on by greed.  It was probably why I had such contempt for the rich.

Boggs did a rotation with his light, and in the direction of the marina, there was a central square over which was a skylight, only it was dirty and little light was getting through.  It was just enough to see that the plants had all overgrown and taken over, and it was strange to see pylons covered in creeper, and shrubs growing through seats.

There had been a pond in the middle of that square, but it was probably empty now, and if it had water, it would be contributing to the smell.

In the other direction, there was darkness, the mall heading towards the front entrance.

Boggs started walking towards the square.

That was when I realized he had brought an old map of the shopping center and had been looking at it when I joined him.

From the square, there were elevators and steps up to the second level where there were restaurants and entertainment areas, as well as the entrance to the multiplex cinemas.  The stairs went down to the carpark.

There were two levels of carpark under the main building, and it was the lower car park that had occasionally flooded.

When we reached the square, it seemed lighter than I first thought, but that had to do with the fact my eyes had adjusted to the semi-darkness, making objects clearer.  We had to brush past some of the tree branches to reach the pond.

I was wrong.  There was water in it, and it was reasonably clear.  I guess without man to pollute it, nature had taken over.  Here the aroma was more like a park after the lawns had been mowed.

Boggs had turned off his light as we approached the pond, and it was fortunate he had.  We both heard the sound of a brick, or rock hitting the floor, and a moment later, the faint glow of torchlight.

Other people exploring the wilderness.

“How many people know about that entrance?”

It sounded to me like they were coming back from the marina.

“I don’t know.  I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here if that’s what you’re thinking.”

It wasn’t.  Not my first thought, anyway.

He headed towards the stairs next to the elevator lobby, remarkably clear of rubble and undergrowth, and started walking down the stairs, into the darkness. I followed, reluctantly, and inwardly sighed in relief when he stopped on the first landing.  There was a rumor there were ghosts down on the car park levels.

We went just far enough down to be hidden from the other visitors.  Unless they decided to use this particular staircase.

The light was less intense as it approached the square, and then we saw two figures.

At least one was a male, tall, and smoking a cigarette.

“God knows why the boss wanted us to check this hell hole.  There’s no one here but us.”  It was the tall man speaking.

He waved his torch around, including once in our direction.  At the distance they were from us, the light had no effect.

“You know the boss, he has an active imagination.  Perhaps if he hadn’t buried the bodies down here, it wouldn’t be an issue.  Come on, this place gives me the creeps.”

Another man, and, now, I could see they were dressed in what looked like security guards’ clothes.  Why on earth would anyone want to keep an eye on this place?  And who was their boss?

Another wave of the torches and they continued their way towards the front of the mall.

“So,” Boggs said with a curious inflection in his tone, “there are bodies buried down here.”

“A figure of speech,” I said.  “No one would be that stupid to bury bodies down here.”

“Why not.  No one comes here, except adventurers like us, so it’s a perfect place for either the Cossatino’s or the Benderby’s to hide stuff down here.  How many people do you think either of them has killed over the years?”

Allegedly quite a few.  It was, when I thought about it, quite a good place to hide a body.  I just hoped we didn’t find one.

We waited another five minutes, just in case they came back, but they didn.t.  I followed Boggs up the stairs and we headed towards the center of the square.

“Where are we going?”

“To the Marina.  Got to check something first.”

© Charles Heath 2020

“One Last Look”, nothing is what it seems

A single event can have enormous consequences.

A single event driven by fate, after Ben told his wife Charlotte he would be late home one night, he left early, and by chance discovers his wife having dinner in their favourite restaurant with another man.

A single event where it could be said Ben was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Who was this man? Why was she having dinner with him?

A simple truth to explain the single event was all Ben required. Instead, Charlotte told him a lie.

A single event that forces Ben to question everything he thought he knew about his wife, and the people who are around her.

After a near-death experience and forced retirement into a world he is unfamiliar with, Ben finds himself once again drawn back into that life of lies, violence, and intrigue.

From London to a small village in Tuscany, little by little Ben discovers who the woman he married is, and the real reason why fate had brought them together.

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The A to Z Challenge – 2023 — F is for fake

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“Love is simply a tenuous attachment looking for a reason to break.”

As a twice-widowed, twice-divorced cynic of marriage, I could have expected no less from my mother.

I’d just explained the latest reason for Marigold’s non-appearance at lunch, without having to tell her the truth, that Marigold hated my mother.

At times, so did I.  This was one of them.

I also hated the fact that we had become rich from my mother’s plotting and scheming, what she called strategic marriages and fortuitous deaths.

It left me a target, or so my mother said, and her opinion of Marigold was so low she had said from the outset that she had married me for my money.  Hardly, because of a watertight prenuptial she had to sign, one that only a woman who loved the man, not the money would sign.

For that reason, I believed I was the luckiest person alive.

“Let’s face it, you don’t like her.”

“She’s a schemer Rodney, mark my words.  She’s up to something, I can feel it.”

I shook my head.  “Not accepting your lunch invitation doesn’t mean she’s up to anything.  She had a prior engagement, and you always ask at the last minute.”

“My plans are nebulous.  I could be anywhere, anytime.  Right now, I’m here.”

I shrugged.  It was not an argument I was going to win.

I went back to my office after lunch, dejected.

Perhaps there might be something in what she said because Marigold had become a little distant over the past few weeks and oddly secretive about her movements.  I thought she was planning a surprise party or weekend away.

Candice, the PA who’d been with me ever since I’d made junior management ranks, followed me into the office.

“I can tell you lunch went swimmingly.”  Sarcasm wasn’t her strongest asset, and it dripped off every word.

She hated my mother, too, particularly in the way it affected me.

“She should have been living it up in the south of France with the rest of the meddlers.”

I could just see Marigold in my peripheral vision, and when I looked up, I could see her almost stomping her way towards my office.

Others were familiar with her visits and used to her moods.  I wondered what had happened.

Candice left as she came in.  She stopped in front of my desk and literally threw her cell phone at me.  I caught it just before it caused an injury.

“What the hell is that?”  I could see now she was extremely agitated.

“What?”

“On the phone, it was attached to an anonymous message sent to me.”

I swiped the screen, once again lamenting her lack of implementing security on her phone, and a still from a video was sitting on the screen.  I pressed the play icon and watched.  Three minutes of what appeared to be me with another woman, in bed, in a hotel room.  It certainly looked like me.  It had a date and time stamp, 9:53, three days ago, when I was in Salt Lake City.

“It’s not me, Marigold.”

“Sure as hell looks like you, Rodney. You care to explain where you were and who you were with, if not with that woman?”  It was accompanied by a belligerent look, daring me to have a cast iron alibi.

The thing is, I did.  But it was not one I could explain to her.  But what was more concerning was the fact there was a video and quite obviously a fake, and that it had found its way to her.

“I’ll go one better, Marigold.  I’ll give the phone to the IT tech department, and they’ll tell me who sent the anonymous message and verify whether or not it’s me.  You do want me to prove it’s not me, don’t you?”

Judging by the expression on her face, she did not, and it took a few seconds to realize why.  My mother’s iron clad prenuptial had only one failing, and it was null and void if I was caught cheating.  My mother had told me enough times.

“Of course.”  Less bluster now.  “I’ll leave it with you.”

Candice watched her leave before coming back into my office.

“What did you do?”

“More like what didn’t I do but apparently did.”  She sat down, and I handed her the phone.  “Have a look at the video.  It’s quite interesting.”

She did, and I watched her fascination turn from surprise to wide-eyed amazement.  Then she gave me a look that may have been misplaced in awe.  “If that’s you, then you’re leading a secret life.”

“Did you see the date and time stamp?”

“Yes.  It’s definitely not you.  But it begs the question, do you have a brother or twin you know nothing about.”

“Would you like to ask my mother that question?”  Her change of expression told me she didn’t.  “That leaves the tech guys down in IT.”

“Oh, lucky you mentioned IT.  I got a report this morning about the unauthorised use of the mainframe computer.”

“We know what those guys get up to, using it to run simulations, within acceptable limits.  They know that if they break the rules, it’s their loss.”

“This is different.  It was only reported because, apparently, while you were practising your sexual skills, you were also down in the computer room.  Your pass card was used, albeit an older one that you reported as lost about a month ago.  It was supposed to have been deactivated, and it wasn’t.”

“Then I guess I’d better go down to security and find out what it all means.”

Going down in the elevator, I had a few moments to ponder on how quickly my mind had set on the idea Marigold was hatching a scheme that would bypass the prenuptial agreement.  Perhaps the continual verbal battering that I could not trust her.

Of course, it didn’t help that she turned up with a so-called anonymous video file of me cheating, just the evidence she needed.  Perhaps I would more readily accepted her innocence had she not subtly changed in the last month or so.  I put it down to the conversation about children, the fact my mother wanted to become a grandmother, and Marigold’s reluctance to be a mother, a sentiment fuelled by a very bad experience with her own mother.  My mother wasn’t exactly a role model either.

And if it was a scheme, why would she readily hand over her phone with the evidence?  Perhaps I needed to have an open mind.  That meant definitely not telling my mother, though she seemed to have spies everywhere.  If I had been even thinking of cheating, she would have sent Boris, her fixer, to stop it before it started.

IT was one of three departments under my jurisdiction, and the current manager was one of my recruits.  I’d read about Gabrielle some months before when she was arrested for hacking several government computer systems to prove their vulnerability to foreign hackers and instead of being applauded had been vilified, and sent to computer Coventry.  No one would hire her.  I tracked her down, spent a few days talking about computers, hackers, and stupid people, and then hired her.

A computer genius of this calibre was impossible to find, and if I did manage to find one, it would cost far more than we could pay them.

“Rod, what brings you to the dungeon.”  Gabrielle was always pleased to see me.  I had wondered a few times if something else might have developed between us, but I was a married man and it never crossed my mind.  There was also a chance her open and friendly manner could be misinterpreted.

“It seems I’m in trouble.”  I held up the phone.  ” This has images of me, only I know it’s not me because I was somewhere else.”  I passed it to her.  “I believe this is the first time I’ve seen a deep fake video.”

She looked at the video, with similar facial expressions to Candice.  “It can’t be you.”  She’d also seen the time and date stamp.  “We both know where you were.  Let me check it out, and I’ll get back to you.”

When I arrived back in my office, Eric Dorning, the head of security, was waiting for me.  Candice simply nodded her head in his direction and shrugged, telling me Eric had not told her why he was there.

“Close the door, Rod.  It’s a delicate matter.”

And Seriously, he wanted the door shut?  I closed it and sat behind the desk.  “What can I do for you?”

“A key card that was believed missing was apparently used to gain access to the computer department.  Two issues, one that was not deactivated, and the other, that it was yours, and had an all-access clearance attached to it.  That it was lost is, at the very least,8 a suspension, while aspects of how and where it was lost are undertaken.  At worst, it could cause dismissal depending on the damage caused to the company.  As you are…”

I put my hand up to stop him right there.  The fact that my mother was a substantial shareholder and was in some small part responsible for my position in the company, I never asked for special treatment.  “I know what you are going to say, and don’t.  I am no different from any other employee, and if the course of action on your part is to suspend me while you investigate, then do so.”

“We don’t have to do that.”

“You do.  This can’t be kept under wraps, and everyone needs to know that no one in this company should expect or be given special treatment.  A short truthful statement about why I’m missing will suffice.”

“Your mother will not approve.”

“It’s not her call.  Am I being suspended?”

“Yes.”

“Then you should escort me to the front door and remove my key card and phone.” I put the card and the phone and company car keys on the desk, and stood.  I could see Candice observing, and she knew what it meant.  She made a face, then headed for the elevator.  I deduced that it meant she wanted to see me at the cafe up the street.

It was clear Eric did not want to suspend me because when I was unavailable, he had to report to my immediate superior, Victor Wellman, a man who was bitterly opposed to my appointment.  With this crisis, he would have all the ammunition he needed to get rid of me.  Eric had said as much on the way down.  He said he would call when the investigation was complete.

Candice had two cups of coffee waiting and a puzzled expression.  “What did you do wrong?”

“Losing a card key without adequately securing it at all times is a cardinal sin, and in certain circumstances, a stackable offence.  I’m guilty as charged.”

“What about the fact that after reporting it missing, they didn’t deactivate it?  If there’s blame, Eric is the one who should take responsibility for the current incident.”

“I hardly think any of that matters.  Wellman will use this to have me removed.  And he’s well within his right to do so.”

“You think he’s brave enough to take on your mother?”

“He’s the only one who is, but it may have unintended consequences.  But I’m not going to fight it.  I’ve had enough of politics and everything else.  I asked for no special treatment.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Take a few days off, see what’s bugging Marigold.  I have been missing lately, so perhaps we can catch up.”  If she was home.  To be honest, I had no idea what she did with herself lately.

I had expected to come home to an empty house.

After leaving Candice to contemplate her future, I took the subway, something I hadn’t done in a long time.  Then, it was a reasonable walk to our apartment.  I spoke the James, the only building concierge I knew, who was on a rare day shift.  It was odd to see the foyer in daylight on a weekday.

Then I went up to the apartment and let myself in.  I had expected to be alone, but after I shut the door, I heard subdued voices, followed by laughter.  Marigold.  And she was not alone.

I followed the sounds up the corridor to the end, our bedroom.  I put my head in the door and saw her naked, sitting on a man I didn’t recognise.  It was not hard to see what they were doing.

“Revenge sex, Marigold.  I can’t say I’m surprised.”

She squealed in surprise, or was it shock?

“When you’re done, pack your bags and leave.  You better not be here when I come back.  Goodbye, Marigold.”

I left, knowing she would not be able to catch me or follow me.  Whether she left or not didn’t matter.  I was never going back to that apartment again.

…

It took a week to unravel the conspiracy and see the reality.

The man with Marigold was one of Mellman’s recruits in a plan to get rid of me.  He had also recruited Marigold, who had tired of me because I was never home, and it was she who had taken the card key. 

Her ‘boyfriend’ was a graphics expert and had been the one to transplant my body and that of a random woman over a recording of him having sex with Marigold.  It took Gabrielle a week to work out how he did it and was more appreciative of his talent than she should be. 

He had used the card key to get in and was the one responsible for the unauthorised use of the mainframe.  He has also erased all the CCTV footage for the time of the transgression.

Wellman was silly enough to send the video to Marigold, thinking it would be untraceable and anonymous.  It may have seemed so to a novice like him, but it was easily unmasked by an expert like Gabrielle.

I never did understand why Mellman wanted to destroy my life because it couldn’t just be because my mother had used her influence to get me that job.  Not for a few months, anyway, when Eric had told Gabrielle that he had discovered that there had been another candidate for that role, a relative of Mellman’s.  Still, to me, it seemed over the top.

I could understand Marigold.  Perhaps if she had told me she didn’t want to be married to me anymore, I would have been disappointed, but I would have been sure she got a decent settlement, rather than what she ended up with.

But, in the end, I did get to do something I’d always wanted to do, and that was to try my hand at being a private detective.  Gabrielle had brought it up in one of our late-night conversations, the fact we were well suited to handling cases where people were wronged by deep fake videos and anonymously released revenge tapes.

We were both surprised but the number of people who called, texted, or emailed in the week after I posted an advertisement.

…

© Charles Heath 2023

An excerpt from “Sunday in New York”

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Williams’ Restaurant, East 65th Street, New York, Saturday, 8:00 p.m.

We met the Blaine’s at Williams’, a rather upmarket restaurant that the Blaine’s frequently visited, and had recommended.

Of course, during the taxi ride there, Alison reminded me that with my new job, we would be able to go to many more places like Williams’.  It was, at worst, more emotional blackmail, because as far as Alison was concerned, we were well on our way to posh restaurants, the Trump Tower Apartments, and the trappings of the ‘executive set’.

It would be a miracle if I didn’t strangle Elaine before the night was over.  It was she who had filled Alison’s head with all this stuff and nonsense.

Aside from the half frown half-smile, Alison was looking stunning.  It was months since she had last dressed up, and she was especially wearing the dress I’d bought her for our 5th anniversary that cost a month’s salary.  On her, it was worth it, and I would have paid more if I had to.  She had adored it, and me, for a week or so after.

For tonight, I think I was close to getting back on that pedestal.

She had the looks and figure to draw attention, the sort movie stars got on the red carpet, and when we walked into the restaurant, I swear there were at least five seconds silence, and many more gasps.

Even I had a sudden loss of breath earlier in the evening when she came out of the dressing room.  Once more I was reminded of how lucky I was that she had agreed to marry me.  Amid all those self-doubts, I couldn’t believe she had loved me when there were so many others ‘out there’ who were more appealing.

Elaine was out of her seat and came over just as the Head Waiter hovered into sight.  She personally escorted Alison to the table, allowing me to follow like the Queen’s consort, while she and Alison basked in the admiring glances of the other patrons.

More than once I heard the muted question, “Who is she?”

Jimmy stood, we shook hands, and then we sat together.  It was not the usual boy, girl, boy, girl seating arrangement.  Jimmy and I on one side and Elaine and Alison on the other.

The battle lines were drawn.

Jimmy was looking fashionable, with the permanent blade one beard, unkempt hair, and designer dinner suit that looked like he’d slept in it.  Alison insisted I wear a tuxedo, and I looked like the proverbial penguin or just a thinner version of Alfred Hitchcock.

The bow tie had been slightly crooked, but just before we stepped out she had straightened it.  And took the moment to look deeply into my soul.  It was one of those moments when words were not necessary.

Then it was gone.

I relived it briefly as I sat and she looked at me.  A penetrating look that told me to ‘behave’.

When we were settled, Elaine said, in that breathless, enthusiastic manner of hers when she was excited, “So, Harry, you are finally moving up.”  It was not a question, but a statement.

I was not sure what she meant by ‘finally’ but I accepted it with good grace.  Sometimes Elaine was prone to using figures of speech I didn’t understand.  I guessed she was talking about the new job.  “It was supposed to be a secret.”

She smiled widely.  “There are no secrets between Al and I, are there Al?”

I looked at ‘Al’ and saw a brief look of consternation.

I was not sure Alison liked the idea of being called Al.  I tried it once and was admonished.  But it was interesting her ‘best friend forever’ was allowed that distinction when I was not.  It was, perhaps, another indicator of how far I’d slipped in her estimation.

Perhaps, I thought, it was a necessary evil.  As I understood it, the Blaine’s were our mentors at the Trump Tower, because they didn’t just let ‘anyone’ in.  I didn’t ask if the Blaine’s thought we were just ‘anyone’ before I got the job offer.

And then there was that look between Alison and Elaine, quickly stolen before Alison realized I was looking at both of them.  I was out of my depth, in a place I didn’t belong, with people I didn’t understand.  And yet, apparently, Alison did.  I must have missed the memo.

“No,” Alison said softly, stealing a glance in my direction, “No secrets between friends.”

No secrets.  Her look conveyed something else entirely.

The waiter brought champagne, Krug, and poured glasses for each of us.  It was not the cheap stuff, and I was glad I brought a couple of thousand dollars with me.  We were going to need it.

Then, a toast.

To a new job and a new life.

“When did you decide?”  Elaine was effusive at the best of times, but with the champagne, it was worse.

Alison had a strange expression on her face.  It was obvious she had told Elaine it was a done deal, even before I’d made up my mind.  Perhaps she’d assumed I might be ‘refreshingly honest’ in front of Elaine, but it could also mean she didn’t really care what I might say or do.

Instead of consternation, she looked happy, and I realized it would be churlish, even silly if I made a scene.  I knew what I wanted to say.  I also knew that it would serve little purpose provoking Elaine, or upsetting Alison.  This was not the time or the place.  Alison had been looking forward to coming here, and I was not going to spoil it.

Instead, I said, smiling, “When I woke up this morning and found Alison missing.  If she had been there, I would not have noticed the water stain on the roof above our bed, and decide there and then how much I hated the place.” I used my reassuring smile, the one I used with the customers when all hell was breaking loose, and the forest fire was out of control.  “It’s the little things.  They all add up until one day …”  I shrugged.  “I guess that one day was today.”

I saw an incredulous look pass between Elaine and Alison, a non-verbal question; perhaps, is he for real?  Or; I told you he’d come around.

I had no idea the two were so close.

“How quaint,” Elaine said, which just about summed up her feelings towards me.  I think, at that moment, I lost some brownie points.  It was all I could come up with at short notice.

“Yes,” I added, with a little more emphasis than I wanted.  “Alison was off to get some study in with one of her friends.”

“Weren’t the two of you off to the Hamptons, a weekend with some friends?” Jimmy piped up, and immediately got the ‘shut up you fool’ look, that cut that line of conversation dead.  Someone forgot to feed Jimmy his lines.

It was followed by the condescending smile from Elaine, and “I need to powder my nose.  Care to join me, Al?”

A frown, then a forced smile for her new best friend.  “Yes.”

I watched them leave the table and head in the direction of the restroom, looking like they were in earnest conversation.  I thought ‘Al’ looked annoyed, but I could be wrong.

I had to say Jimmy looked more surprised than I did.

There was that odd moment of silence between us, Jimmy still smarting from his death stare, and for me, the Alison and Elaine show.  I was quite literally gob-smacked.

I drained my champagne glass gathering some courage and turned to him.  “By the way, we were going to have a weekend away, but this legal tutorial thing came up.  You know Alison is doing her law degree.”

He looked startled when he realized I had spoken.  He was looking intently at a woman several tables over from us, one who’d obviously forgotten some basic garments when getting dressed.  Or perhaps it was deliberate.  She’d definitely had some enhancements done.

He dragged his eyes back to me.  “Yes.  Elaine said something or other about it.  But I thought she said the tutor was out of town and it had been postponed until next week.  Perhaps I got it wrong.  I usually do.”

“Perhaps I’ve got it wrong.”  I shrugged, as the dark thoughts started swirling in my head again.  “This week or next, what does it matter?”

Of course, it mattered to me, and I digested what he said with a sinking heart.  It showed there was another problem between Alison and me; it was possible she was now telling me lies.  If what he said was true and I had no reason to doubt him, where was she going tomorrow morning, and had she really been with a friend studying today?

We poured some more champagne, had a drink, then he asked, “This promotion thing, what’s it worth?”

“Trouble, I suspect.  Definitely more money, but less time at home.”

“Oh,” raised eyebrows.  Obviously, the women had not talked about the job in front of him, or, at least, not all the details.  “You sure you want to do that?”

At last the voice of reason.  “Me?  No.”

“Yet you accepted the job.”

I sucked in a breath or two while I considered whether I could trust him.  Even if I couldn’t, I could see my ship was sinking, so it wouldn’t matter what I told him, or what Elaine might find out from him.  “Jimmy, between you and me I haven’t as yet decided one way or another.  To be honest, I won’t know until I go up to Barclay’s office and he asks me the question.”

“Barclay?”

“My boss.”

“Elaine’s doing a job for a Barclay that recently moved in the tower a block down from us.  I thought I recognized the name.”

“How did Elaine get the job?”

“Oh, Alison put him onto her.”

“When?”

“A couple of months ago.  Why?”

I shrugged and tried to keep a straight face, while my insides were churning up like the wake of a supertanker.  I felt sick, faint, and wanting to die all at the same moment.  “Perhaps she said something about it, but it didn’t connect at the time.  Too busy with work I expect.  I think I seriously need to get away for a while.”

I could hardly breathe, my throat was constricted and I knew I had to keep it together.  I could see Elaine and Alison coming back, so I had to calm down.  I sucked in some deep breaths, and put my ‘manage a complete and utter disaster’ look on my face.

And I had to change the subject, quickly, so I said, “Jimmy, Elaine told Alison, who told me, you were something of a guru of the cause and effects of the global economic meltdown.  Now, I have a couple of friends who have been expounding this theory …”

Like flicking a switch, I launched into the well-worn practice of ‘running a distraction’, like at work when we needed to keep the customer from discovering the truth.  It was one of the things I was good at, taking over a conversation and pushing it in a different direction.  It was salvaging a good result from an utter disaster, and if ever there was a time that it was required, it was right here, right now.

When Alison sat down and looked at me, she knew something had happened between Jimmy and I.  I might have looked pale or red-faced, or angry or disappointed, it didn’t matter.  If that didn’t seal the deal for her, the fact I took over the dining engagement did.  She knew well enough the only time I did that was when everything was about to go to hell in a handbasket.  She’d seen me in action before and had been suitably astonished.

But I got into gear, kept the champagne flowing and steered the conversation, as much as one could from a seasoned professional like Elaine, and, I think, in Jimmy’s eyes, he saw the battle lines and knew who took the crown on points.  Neither Elaine nor Jimmy suspected anything, and if the truth be told, I had improved my stocks with Elaine.  She was at times both surprised and interested, even willing to take a back seat.

Alison, on the other hand, tried poking around the edges, and, once when Elaine and Jimmy had got up to have a cigarette outside, questioned me directly.  I chose to ignore her, and pretend nothing had happened, instead of telling her how much I was enjoying the evening.

She had her ‘secrets’.  I had mine.

At the end of the evening, when I got up to go to the bathroom, I was physically sick from the pent up tension and the implications of what Jimmy had told me.  It took a while for me to pull myself together; so long, in fact, Jimmy came looking for me.  I told him I’d drunk too much champagne, and he seemed satisfied with that excuse.  When I returned, both Alison and Elaine noticed how pale I was but neither made any comment.

It was a sad way to end what was supposed to be a delightful evening, which to a large degree it was for the other three.  But I had achieved what I set out to do, and that was to play them at their own game, watching the deception, once I knew there was a deception, as warily as a cat watches its prey.

I had also discovered Jimmy’s real calling; a professor of economics at the same University Alison was doing her law degree.  It was no surprise in the end, on a night where surprises abounded, that the world could really be that small.

We parted in the early hours of the morning, a taxi whisking us back to the Lower East Side, another taking the Blaine’s back to the Upper West Side.  But, in our case, as Alison reminded me, it would not be for much longer.  She showed concern for my health, asked me what was wrong.  It took all the courage I could muster to tell her it was most likely something I ate and the champagne, and that I would be fine in the morning.

She could see quite plainly it was anything other than what I told her, but she didn’t pursue it.  Perhaps she just didn’t care what I was playing at.

And yet, after everything that had happened, once inside our ‘palace’, the events of the evening were discarded, like her clothing, and she again reminded me of what we had together in the early years before the problems had set in.

It left me confused and lost.

I couldn’t sleep because my mind had now gone down that irreversible path that told me I was losing her, that she had found someone else, and that our marriage was in its last death throes.

And now I knew it had something to do with Barclay.

© Charles Heath 2015-2020

Sunday In New York

The cinema of my dreams – Was it just another surveillance job – Episode 42

I’m back home and this story has been sitting on the back burner for a few months, waiting for some more to be written.

The trouble is, there are also other stories to write, and I’m not very good at prioritizing.

But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn’t take long to get back into the groove.

Chasing leads, maybe

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A second later the light came on and I was temporarily blinded.

The woman had to be on the other side of the door, and coming into the room, I must have passed her. Her voice sounded quite old, so it must be the mother.

“Turn around, slowly.

I did. By that time my eyes had readjusted, and I could see a woman, still dressed, with what looked to be an Enfield WW1 rifle. Just as dangerous now as it was then, particularly at this close range.

“Mrs Quigley, I presume,” I asked. Remain polite and conversational and keep her from getting nervous.

“Who are you?”

“Sam Jackson.”

“Is that your real name?”

“Why would you presume to think it wasn’t?”

“You’re breaking into my house which means you’re a criminal, and criminals by nature are also liars. Why would I think you any different to the rest?”

Good question. “I knew your son.”

“Which one?”

“Adam.”

“He’s not here. He hasn’t been around since he gallivanted off overseas a few years back.”

“I saw him only a few days ago, in London. Not gallivanting, by the way, but with feet firmly planted on the ground.”

“He’s not here.”

“Do you know where he is?”

She didn’t know he was dead, and I didn’t think it was my business to tell her. That was Dobbin’s job, and I was surprised he hadn’t. Or, I only had her word for it he hadn’t.

“Are you hard of hearing.” Get into the middle of the room.”

I moved slowly into the middle, watching her edge slowly towards the writing desk while keeping the gun aimed at me. If I tried to run for it, and if she was any sort of shot, I’d be dead before I got three, possibly four paces. If I could get a shred of surprise.

I hadn’t seen the phone on the desk, and watched her pick up the receiver, and, with the same hand, started dialing a number.

“Put it down.” Another voice, another woman, coming from the doorway.

Jennifer.

With a gun in hand, pointed at the woman.

“What if I shoot him, or you?”

“You’ll be dead before either scenario happens. Just put it down. I’m not here to shoot anyone if I can help it.”

Of course, this was just like one of those scenes out of a comedic spy film. Guns pointing in all directions.

And, true to form, a click, and a voice. “You put your weapon down.”

He appeared out of the shadows and had the gun pointed straight at Jennifer’s head at very short range.

Adam Quigley, aka O’Connell, and very much alive.

Jennifer dropped her gun, but Adam didn’t take his gun off her.

“Hello Sam. How did you find me?”

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© Charles Heath 2020-2021

The story behind the story – Echoes from the Past

The novel ‘Echoes from the past’ started out as a short story I wrote about 30 years ago, titled ‘The birthday’.

My idea was to take a normal person out of their comfort zone and led on a short but very frightening journey to a place where a surprise birthday party had been arranged.

Thus the very large man with a scar and a red tie was created.

So was the friend with the limousine who worked as a pilot.

So were the two women, Wendy and Angelina, who were Flight Attendants that the pilot friend asked to join the conspiracy.

I was going to rework the short story, then about ten pages long, into something a little more.

And like all re-writes, especially those I have anything to do with, it turned into a novel.

There was motivation.  I had told some colleagues at the place where I worked at the time that I liked writing, and they wanted a sample.  I was going to give them the re-worked short story.  Instead, I gave them ‘Echoes from the past’

Originally it was not set anywhere in particular.

But when considering a location, I had, at the time, recently been to New York in December, and visited Brooklyn and Queens, as well as a lot of New York itself.  We were there for New Years, and it was an experience I’ll never forget.

One evening we were out late, and finished up in Brooklyn Heights, near the waterfront, and there was rain and snow, it was cold and wet, and there were apartment buildings shimmering in the street light, and I thought, this is the place where my main character will live.

It had a very spooky atmosphere, the sort where ghosts would not be unexpected.  I felt more than one shiver go up and down my spine in the few minutes I was there.

I had taken notes, as I always do, of everywhere we went so I had a ready supply of locations I could use, changing the names in some cases.

Fifth Avenue near the Rockefeller center is amazing at first light, and late at night with the Seasonal decorations and lights.

The original main character was a shy and man of few friends, hence not expecting the surprise party.  I enhanced that shyness into purposely lonely because of an issue from his past that leaves him always looking over his shoulder and ready to move on at the slightest hint of trouble.  No friends, no relationships, just a very low profile.

Then I thought, what if he breaks the cardinal rule, and begins a relationship?

But it is also as much an exploration of a damaged soul, as it is the search for a normal life, without having any idea what normal was, and how the understanding of one person can sometimes make all the difference in what we may think or feel.

And, of course, I wanted a happy ending.

Except for the bad guys.

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In a word: Blue

Of course, we all know this word is a colour, or colour depending on where you live.  You know, blue sky, deep blue sea, blonde hair blue eyes.
Very descriptive.
But it can also mean you are down in the dumps, a rather strange, for some, an expression that means you are sad or unhappy.

For others to have a blue means to have a fight with someone

And oddly, and I know this from first-hand experience, a red-haired person will be called bluey, or less pleasing either carrot top or blood nut.  I used to ignore those people who used those expressions, except for my father-in-law.

You can do something until you are blue in the face, which means do it without result until exhaustion, another way of saying you’re wasting your time.

And if something comes out of the blue, it usually means it’s entirely unexpected.  For me, that’s always a bill I wasn’t expecting, for someone else an inheritance.

And in some parts of the world, blue is used as a synonym for a conservative political party, for insistence, the Liberal party in Australia, and the Democrats in the United States

Blue should not be confused with the word blew, which is the past tense of the blow, which is wind causing an air current or blowing air through pursed lips.

That doesn’t mean that if something blew up it was just a giant air mass exploding because it can’t.  If a bomb blew up it means it detonated.

And if that sounds complicated:

What if something blew my mind?  Does that mean my head exploded?  No, it just means it’s incomprehensible, whether good or bad.

Or

What if I blew a fortune on a three-legged horse?  We all throw good money after bad, but you can quickly lose a fortune, or blew it.

It’s the same thing with opportunities, for instance, he had a chance and blew it.  Yes, obviously something better came along, not, or he just ignored a sterling opportunity.

Coming soon – “Strangers We’ve Become”, the sequel to “What Sets Us Apart”

Stranger’s We’ve Become, a sequel to What Sets Us Apart.

The blurb:

Is she or isn’t she, that is the question!

Susan has returned to David, but he is having difficulty dealing with the changes. Her time in captivity has changed her markedly, so much so that David decides to give her some time and space to re-adjust back into normal life.

But doubts about whether he chose the real Susan remain.

In the meantime, David has to deal with Susan’s new security chief, the discovery of her rebuilding a palace in Russia, evidence of an affair, and several attempts on his life. And, once again, David is drawn into another of Predergast’s games, one that could ultimately prove fatal.

From being reunited with the enigmatic Alisha, a strange visit to Susan’s country estate, to Russia and back, to a rescue mission in Nigeria, David soon discovers those whom he thought he could trust each has their own agenda, one that apparently doesn’t include him.

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NaNoWriMo – April – 2023 — Day 6

“The Things We Do For Love”

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Of course, it’s too good to be true, and Henry is going to have to steel himself when the holiday comes to an end.

It’s halfway through the holiday, and the conversation veers towards the elephant in the room; parting.

Then…

Michelle takes ill, the ravages of the past still causing her problems that she does not speak about, but requires a doctor’s ministrations, and discretion.

We learn she had been in rehab and left early.  Grim determination is not enough to substitute for doing the time.

She recovers, but Henry knows something is wrong.

Once again out for a drive, Henry is overcoming that painful shyness, and awkwardness in her presence, and she is letting him via the door that is more than ajar.  

After another pleasant dinner, he ‘escorts’ her back to her room, at the other end of the corridor, a metaphorical wall built between them, where she asks, innocently or otherwise, if he’d like to stay.

It’s that proverbial loaded question with a double-edged sword.

He does, and he doesn’t take it any further, afraid of what it might lead to, and disappointment.

But …

They sleep, fully clothed, on her bed.  Another subliminal moment.

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The A to Z Challenge – 2023 — G is for Gatecrashers

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It was a cold, overcast, wet day.  Everywhere was wet from the last downpour, which made it difficult to take the shortcut across the grass in the park.  More rain was imminent.

I was, as usual, running late for the appointment, having not factored in train cancellations and unseasonal weather.

It was not far from where I entered the park, and I could see the bench was empty, which meant my contact was also running late.  Perhaps I might be saved a bollocking today.

For the last forty yards, the direct line of sight to the bench would be lost for a short time, and when I finally got it back in sight, someone was sitting on it, and it definitely was not the person I was meeting. It looked like a young girl, a university student, or a clerk.  Definitely not the usual contact. Not any more.

Protocol said that if there was a stranger at the meeting place, we were to walk away and reschedule.  I was not one for following the rules.

When on the final few yards, I felt my cell phone vibrate and pulled it out.  A message.  “Substituted contact with replacement given a very tight timeline.  She will brief you, her name is Heather Knowles, and the codeword for authentication is 1 spark.  The mission starts at the end of the briefing.  Play nice.”

I had no idea the department was recruiting so young, or perhaps I was used to working with many older people.

I sat down at the other end of the bench and could feel rather than see her looking at me.  I turned to look at her, a serious expression on her face.  No humour today, then.

“Heather?”

“Are you the bright spark?”

“Twenty years ago, maybe, but not today.”   She made it sound like an intended, thinly disguised insult.

“Let’s walk.”  She stood and inclined her head in the direction we would be going. 

I wondered if she had the same thought I did, a man walking in the park with a girl half his age.  It was odd that Charmaine, my usual handler, would make a meeting such as this look so out of place.  Perhaps she thought it might look like a father-daughter meeting.

“Charmaine told me you were one of her best operatives.”

Start with a compliment, that meant something a whole lot worse than I could imagine was about to happen.

“One of many, I wouldn’t say one of the best.  Not after the last operation.  Just to warn you, this call-up was unexpected.  My last mission went south, and I wasn’t expecting a recall so soon.”

Everything would have been fine if we had not been subject to on-the-spot oversight in the name of transparency, a new initiative by what we used to call ‘the powers that be’.  The person I was assigned to protect had been betrayed and had been killed, and I nearly died in the escape.  The sole survivor, just, I’d spent a month in the hospital and another three recuperating.

“As you are all too well aware, situations develop quickly, sometimes too quickly.  We have been given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if the intel is correct, and we have no reason to believe it isn’t.  You are along for the ride because of your expert knowledge, but just a heads up, you are also being assessed for ongoing participation or retirement.

“You the assessor?”

“Me, no.  I’m relatively new, and this will be my first major operation.  Charmaine tells me that having you along will teach me very valuable lessons.”

As I assumed, babysitting.  Every now and then a senior officer was allotted a new recruit and told not to get him or her killed.  I’d managed to dodge that bullet, but not any more.  I just hoped it was something easy.  I remembered my first operation.  No one to guide me, just a jump into the deep end and you either sank or swum.  I shrugged.  “The message said the operation starts at the end of whatever this is.  What is it?”

“Let’s find a Cafe.  I could do with a coffee.”

“I read up on your case file notes for the last operation, that one where Jackson got the drop on all of us.  Crosschecked with other Intel, it seems that you were deliberately set up to fail.  Of course, while the evidence points to one particular person, we have no proof, and, of course, that person can find any number of excuses to dodge responsibility.  I’m sure you think you know who it is too.”

“I have one or two candidates in mind.”

She smiled when the waitress came over with the coffee and a small banoffee pie.  She’s offered to get me one, but my taste, boring as it was, ran to apple pies which they didn’t have.  Then, after she had gone, and Heather had tasted the coffee, she turned her attention back to me.

“The operation has two objectives, to draw out the mole, we’ve decided to call this person a mole, and to surprise Jackson in a place where he thinks he is totally safe.  Yes, a bold move on a slippery son-of-a-bitch, but this time, he’s not going to get away.”

Young and naive, I thought.  Jackson was always a slippery customer, and always when we just about had him on the hook.  Going back into the fray, up against him, the man with a thousand eyes and ears everywhere, so soon, was a little daunting.  And he would be expecting us.

“Few have tried, many have failed, myself included.  My specialist knowledge will only be how to escape alive when he turns the tables on us, yet again.”

She smiled.  “Oh, ye of little faith.  I come from a new generation of agents, we’re meaner, sneakier, and for this mission at least, we can shoot first and ask questions later.”

“Oversight?”

“Yes, well, he’s in for a treat, isn’t he when he finds out, well after the clock has struck twelve.  We’re going old school, and involving the need-to-know principle, and oversight just doesn’t need to know.”

“He’ll find out.  Everyone is a snitch looking for a favour these days.  Our service is looking more and more like the Stasi.”

Another of her winning smiles.  “All those who need to know, know, now.  That’s three.  The boss isn’t going to tell anyone, I’m certainly not, and I doubt you share anything with anyone.  What does the G, middle name, represent?”

“Need to know, and you don’t.  When is this operation taking place?”

“Tonight.  You have about 6 hours to fortify the nerves, and then there will be a briefing.  There are three others who will be along for the ride also, and I think you will approve.  Now, I’m afraid I can’t let you out of my sight until then, so tell me what you’d like to do.”

I had a suggestion, but I kept it to myself.  If she didn’t trust me, she should say so, but it didn’t bother me.  I had a trusty book of cryptic crosswords and an addiction to coffee.  Maybe I might even ask her to tell me more about herself.”

Six hours passed quickly, and when the time came, we were picked up in a plain white van and taken to a disused factory.  It seemed an odd place to have a team briefing.  But she was right about the support team.  They were well-known to me and were the best extraction team the department had.

The fact that we were using an extraction team told me the mission was going to be difficult if not very dangerous.  Anything regarding Jackson was.

“The plan is simple, Jake, your team covers the exits.  There are three.  We’re not stepping on eggshells this time. Just shoot anything that moves.  Given the location, there will not be any innocent bystanders to worry about.  Ken and I will go in and take the targets.  Once secure, we bring them back here for interrogation.  We all have a reason to bring Jackson down, but remember, we need him, and the person he’s meeting is alive.”

“Where is this happening?” I asked.

“Patience.  N9 one has a cell phone on them if you have to leave it behind.  No one is on their own until the op starts. It’s not a lack of trust, it’s keeping it all under wraps until we strike, every other time he’s seen us coming.  Not this time.  Let’s go.  I’m driving.”

I got it.  This was so secret, no one was supposed to know before we got there.  Charmaine must have thought long and hard about how every other operation had been compromised and brought it a fresh face to run it. What did bother me was the ‘we all have a reason to bring Jackson down…”

I guessed soon find out.

As darkness fell, we drove out of the city and towards the hills that surrounded the city, and it looked like we were heading to the haven of the rich, a community of cabins nestled in the woods, each with privacy, and security guards that kept it so.  I had been there once before to pay Jackson a visit and didn’t get past first base.  This was going to get interesting.

An hour later, very dark, very quiet, we were half a mile from the gatehouse on the one road in or out.  The van was parked, we changed into dark coveralls and black beanies, took two guns and spare ammo, and finally put in the comms devices.  Heather then gave the extraction team each a device.  “You can now see where the security guards are.  These guys are mercenaries, so don’t treat them with kid gloves.  We don’t need any of them interrupting the part.  Ken, let us know when you out have the gatehouse.”

Seconds later we were alone, the others disappearing into the forest.  The darkness was almost complete, any moonlight blocked out by the trees.  Heather also had a device and switched it on.  Immediately, eight blips came up on the screen, evenly spaced over what looked like a wide area.  The guards on patrol.

A crooked line came up also, with a different blip, what I thought must be us, and a path to the cabin where our targets were.  She pushed a button, and another blip appeared.  “The traitor,” was all she said before she headed into the forest. 

Over the next fifteen minutes, Ken reported the gatehouse was secure, and six of the eight blips disappeared from the screen.  I didn’t ask what that meant.

Then we came out of the forest into a clearing that had a cabin, with two cars parked out front.  “There are two personal guards for Jackson, one inside, one out.”

A quick scan located the outside guard over by the cars having a cigarette.  Obviously, they did not think that anyone was going to bother their boss tonight. Wrong. By the time he realised there was going to be trouble, he was down, trussed, and silenced.

“You take the back, I’ll go in the front.  Let me know when you’re ready to go in.”

Five minutes.  As I was about to step onto the porch, the other guard came out, totally unprepared, and I took him down, quickly and quietly the moment he stepped off the porch, and in the process of lighting a cigarette.  Smoking kills was very apt.

I told her I was ready.

“Now.”

We stepped into the cabin at the same time.  Jackson had a gun, but Heather shot it out of his hand before he could use it.  The other man, the traitor, was exactly who I thought it was.

He glared at me, then switched to Heather, the surprise turning to shock.

“Heather.”

“Hello, Daddy, fancy meeting you here.”

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© Charles Heath  2023