NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 20

A hard slog

Surveillance wasn’t easy.  Some thought it was a doddle, just sitting around waiting for something to happen, and, in the meantime, filling up on takeaway and endless coffee.

Some thought it boring because in all likelihood little happened over a long time.

Quite often the funding ran out long before a result was available.

David had nothing else to do, so it was his only option, other than finding a way to annoy the new security.

He found premises near the Featherington London residence, then when the place was least populated, planted listening devices in various places, some to be found, others not.

He tracked the limousine, now driven by the head of security to see where it was going promptly every morning, with the mistress of the house.

Located other premises to be watched, a result no doubt of being able to go through documents at the main residence.

Got an accurate guide to how many men were in the security team, where they went and what times they performed basic duties.

And watched Susan as she slept in her room, making him feel almost like a stalker.

But it didn’t take long for several revelations to surface, the first, Susan had a new relative that he had known of before, but only by sight, and second, someone he thought he could trust was not what he appeared to be.

Time to throw the cat among the pigeons.

Words written today, 2,041, for a total of 43,264

NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 18

Let the fun begin

Today we’re dealing with problems on all fronts.

After the assassination attempt in Russia, it was up to Boris to save them from the local security services and ensure their return home.

Alisha had not fully recovered and arrived back only to be sent to the hospital.

Prendergast and David have a very loud argument over several matters, the main one that he has been associating with a high-ranking FSB officer – Boris.

It ends with David being sent to a debriefing that was tantamount to torture, conducted by the department’s two best interrogators, oddly nicknamed Boris and Natasha.

David survives and a free to go home.

Only home is no longer the place it used to be.

There’s a new security team in place, and by accident, his name was left off the list of those with access to the Featherington London residence.

A number of broken bones and dishevelled security guards later, David makes it very clear what he thinks of them, and the fact he will not be staying with Susan. He is also sad to discover the new head of her security team is both the man he saw in Monaco with Jos, the one Susan was covertly observing before he derailed their meeting up, and the same man appearing in a set of revealing photographs of the two of them together.

Susan will, in the very near future, have some explaining to do.

There’s no doubt that despite what she might have done with the other man, David takes their relationship to another level, and makes sure his rival knows his place.

And there’s equally no doubt that rival was going to be very, very dead if he was not more careful.

Words written today, 2,561, for a total of 38,173

NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 19

Again, why am I doing this?

That notion of conducting surveillance on his spouse seemed strange to David when he spoke out loud about it.  Of course, the face looking back at him from the mirror didn’t have a reply, but there was a wry expression.

The thing is, he would not have contemplated it if two rather interesting events had not taken place,

Firstly, the photos of her new lover turning up in his email, and that very same man was now her new head of security, and,

Secondly, he had not gotten into a scrape with several of the new security team, just trying to access his own house, or what he thought was his.

He had no doubt Susan would welcome him with open arms, and in fact, does ask him to stay, but they both knew he would probably end up killing one or all of them.

And there was the fact she didn’t know he knew about her secret affair, not that it really bothered him, just the fact it was an arrogant mercenary, and not really her type.

But there again he didn’t really know all that much about her.

What better way to find out than to observe and learn.

In the meantime, he could visit Alisha in the hospital and check on her progress.

Words written today, 3.050, for a total of 41,223

NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 17

A new edition of the Spanish inquisition

At what point do you stop ignoring the signs and start considering the possibility that:

  1.  Susan is no longer the woman he married, or
  2.  Susan has undergone such a transformation after the traumatising time her father put her through that she has completely changed, or
  3. The demands of running the Featherington commercial empire are such that there is no time left for David and Susan to spend time together in a meaningful way, or
  4. Susan is not his Susan, but another of the clones.

David certainly doesn’t want to believe the last option was the case.  There is enough from their current interactions to convince him that his Susan is in there somewhere, but those photographs he received in Moscow before the assassination attempt convinced him that it was possible the damage done by her father had changed her.

He never expected she would have an affair.

The thing is, did he know here all that well given the little time they had spent together?

Still reeling from the assassination attempt in Yaroslavl, and the fact it nearly cost Alisha her life, David decides it’s time to do a little investigating into the woman that is his wife.

For now.

And being on the inside, that surveillance job was going to be easy.

Except…

He just has to get past the new security detail Susan has hired.

Words written today, 1,923, for a total of 35,612

NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 18

Let the fun begin

Today we’re dealing with problems on all fronts.

After the assassination attempt in Russia, it was up to Boris to save them from the local security services and ensure their return home.

Alisha had not fully recovered and arrived back only to be sent to the hospital.

Prendergast and David have a very loud argument over several matters, the main one that he has been associating with a high-ranking FSB officer – Boris.

It ends with David being sent to a debriefing that was tantamount to torture, conducted by the department’s two best interrogators, oddly nicknamed Boris and Natasha.

David survives and a free to go home.

Only home is no longer the place it used to be.

There’s a new security team in place, and by accident, his name was left off the list of those with access to the Featherington London residence.

A number of broken bones and dishevelled security guards later, David makes it very clear what he thinks of them, and the fact he will not be staying with Susan. He is also sad to discover the new head of her security team is both the man he saw in Monaco with Jos, the one Susan was covertly observing before he derailed their meeting up, and the same man appearing in a set of revealing photographs of the two of them together.

Susan will, in the very near future, have some explaining to do.

There’s no doubt that despite what she might have done with the other man, David takes their relationship to another level, and makes sure his rival knows his place.

And there’s equally no doubt that rival was going to be very, very dead if he was not more careful.

Words written today, 2,561, for a total of 38,173

NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 16

Third time’s the charm

There are three things going on here, well, that’s going on in Yaroslavl.

The first is that David’s old handler is losing it over the fact he had upped and gone to Moscow, Russia.  Old handlers always suspect their charges that go to Russia are looking to defect.  That isn’t David’s intention, but he knows Prendergast is never going to see reason.

The fact he sent one of his minders along, presumably to drag him back home is reason to suspect a major breakout of paranoia.

The second was a visit to the palace ruins, but it was going to take someone with more imagination than he had to see what the attraction is.  Whatever had been there, in that peaceful, tranquil spot must have had an air of magnificence about it.

Of course, Susan turns up, and they have words, and things might have gone smoother if it had not been for Prendergast’s minder.

Enough said, for the moment.

Back at the hotel, having missed the flight back with Susan, David gets to relive some of those lingering thoughts of Alisha, though he doesn’t act on them.

The third event, it was nearly a case of third-time lucky as the assassination attempt was almost successful.

Sadly, Alicia is nearly killed, and they need Boris to rescue them.

Two spies, a major injury and a dead body in a hotel room spell trouble in any country, but more so in Russia.

Could things get any more complicated?

Words written today, 2,125, for a total of 33,689

NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 17

A new edition of the Spanish inquisition

At what point do you stop ignoring the signs and start considering the possibility that:

  1.  Susan is no longer the woman he married, or
  2.  Susan has undergone such a transformation after the traumatising time her father put her through that she has completely changed, or
  3. The demands of running the Featherington commercial empire are such that there is no time left for David and Susan to spend time together in a meaningful way, or
  4. Susan is not his Susan, but another of the clones.

David certainly doesn’t want to believe the last option was the case.  There is enough from their current interactions to convince him that his Susan is in there somewhere, but those photographs he received in Moscow before the assassination attempt convinced him that it was possible the damage done by her father had changed her.

He never expected she would have an affair.

The thing is, did he know here all that well given the little time they had spent together?

Still reeling from the assassination attempt in Yaroslavl, and the fact it nearly cost Alisha her life, David decides it’s time to do a little investigating into the woman that is his wife.

For now.

And being on the inside, that surveillance job was going to be easy.

Except…

He just has to get past the new security detail Susan has hired.

Words written today, 1,923, for a total of 35,612

NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 15

Three stations

After seeing a film called Gorky Park with a Russian detective named Arcady, I read a few more in the series that feature him, and one of those had a reference to three stations.

These three stations are the Leningrad station, the Kazansky station, and the Yaroslavl station.

The latter was the one that interested me the most.

The story has Susan having a Russian father, a KGB agent who had an affair with her mother, and a man who had roots in the imperial past, from a rich family pre-1917 revolution, who lost everything after the revolution.

I needed a place for the ruined palace, and that was Yaroslavl.  It is tucked away off the main road on the banks of the Volga River, and according to legend, was once visited several times by the Tzar himself.

Legend also has it it was given to the family by Catherine the Great for services rendered.

Anyway, David gets himself to Moscow, does his version of the Cook’s tour, thanks to an obliging taxi driver, and then to the station to catch the train.  Why not drive?  Well, that’s an interesting question.

But ensconced in his hotel making plans for the next day to visit the ruins, an unexpected visitor lands on his doorstep.

Words written today, 1,907, for a total of 31,564

NaNoWriMo – 2022 – Day 16

Third time’s the charm

There are three things going on here, well, that’s going on in Yaroslavl.

The first is that David’s old handler is losing it over the fact he had upped and gone to Moscow, Russia.  Old handlers always suspect their charges that go to Russia are looking to defect.  That isn’t David’s intention, but he knows Prendergast is never going to see reason.

The fact he sent one of his minders along, presumably to drag him back home is reason to suspect a major breakout of paranoia.

The second was a visit to the palace ruins, but it was going to take someone with more imagination than he had to see what the attraction is.  Whatever had been there, in that peaceful, tranquil spot must have had an air of magnificence about it.

Of course, Susan turns up, and they have words, and things might have gone smoother if it had not been for Prendergast’s minder.

Enough said, for the moment.

Back at the hotel, having missed the flight back with Susan, David gets to relive some of those lingering thoughts of Alisha, though he doesn’t act on them.

The third event, it was nearly a case of third-time lucky as the assassination attempt was almost successful.

Sadly, Alicia is nearly killed, and they need Boris to rescue them.

Two spies, a major injury and a dead body in a hotel room spell trouble in any country, but more so in Russia.

Could things get any more complicated?

Words written today, 2,125, for a total of 33,689

The cinema of my dreams – I always wanted to go on a treasure hunt – Episode 60

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.

Three a.m. is meant to be so quiet; you could hear your heart beating.

Ten to, all hell had broken loose when one of the conveyor belts broke, and a replacement was needed, and the engineers were on the clock.

Ten past, the hullabaloo had died down, and back at the desk, I was contemplating a long scotch to calm the nerves.  Drinking on the job was not condoned, but not unheard of.  I opened the drawer and looked at the bottle, then thought the better of it.

And, when I looked up, Nadia was standing in front of the desk.

She was as quiet as a ninja, and just as dangerous.

“Never a dull moment,” she said, dragging a chair over and sitting down.  “I got here a half hour ago and all hell was breaking loose.”

“Conveyor broke.  No one wants to see production stop or slide.  Too many questions.”

“Fixed?”

“Of course.”  I made a note to order a replacement.  Better to have two in store, just in case.

“How did you get in?”

Security was tight, not like it used to be, especially after what happened to me.

“I know the guards, they know I’m not a threat.”

I could beg to differ, but I was glad to see her.  “Did you know Alex was a caver?”

“A what?”

“One of those people who go scrambling through caves.”

“I doubt it.”

“He used the word spelunking.”

“Which is?”

“Exploring caves.”

“He’s no explorer, I bet he’s looking for the treasure.”

“And so has a million others before him.  I seriously doubt the treasure will be in a cave in the hills, which is where all the known caves are.  Of course, that doesn’t necessarily include the so-called underground river under the mall, but apparently isn’t.”

“You heard?”

“That the flooding was not necessarily the result of a flood of water from the mountains, yes.  A problem with the foundations, it has been suggested.”

“A fact Benderby is working overtime to cover up.”

Nadia seemed well informed.  I was guessing the Cossatino’s could see an opportunity to blackmail Benderby, if they had proof.  I wouldn’t put anything past them.

“You know something I don’t?”

“We always know something others don’t.”

“Have I got a dark secret?”

“That depends.” 

She smiled, and it worried me.

“Your mother and Joshua Benderby used to be very good friends when they were at school.”

Old news, well, not so old news, but if I hadn’t seen the flowers…

“What are you insinuating?”

“They had a fling before your mother realized what sort of a man he really was and picked your father instead.  But, from what I’m told, they were close, and there wasn’t a lot of time between the breakup and you coming along.”

Odd, but that was just the thought that entered my mind at the exact instant she said it.

“But, I look nothing like the Benderby’s.”

“Benderby didn’t look anything like his parents either, it’s a generational thing, so you might want to find a photo of his father and mother, you know, just to settle the nerves.  Or a DNA test.”

It was the last thing on my mind.  Imagine being a stepbrother to Alex.  Wouldn’t that get his nose out of joint, going from the only son and heir to sharing the mantle?  I was older than him, too, which gave me more of a claim on the fortune.

No.  Not a chance in the world.  There wouldn’t be enough money to assuage the horrors of that family.  It would be bad enough if they got together now, which wasn’t as unlikely as it sounded.  His wife had died, and he hadn’t remarried, or, for that matter, found someone else.  Yet.

“Have you come with any other news?”

“No.  Just a picnic basket.  I thought you might want a late, late supper.”

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