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Sheryl's Last Stand By Kerrie Noor Characters: 4968

Updated: 2018-02-07 12:01

A police car drove by and slowed down as one of them took a note of Beatrice's number plate, no one noticed.


Conway stood at Martin's front door, impatiently knocking, 'Alright, Eduardo, I know you're in there.'

'What the hell?' mumbled Martin as he opened the door. 'Chubby? Who's this? What do you want?'

'I want to speak to Eduardo.'


'He means Rodger, ' said Chubby.

'Well, Rodger has important things to deal with in Oban, and he'll not have time for any of this crap.'

Conway flashed his police card in Martin's face. 'This aint crap, it's a police matter.'

'It says Paisley.'

Conway sighed. 'Look, just give me Eduardo, I mean that Rodger fellow, and then you can be on your way to sunny Oban.'

Martin glared at Conway. What the hell kinda jumped up git was he?

Conway stared back. He had met Martin's type before; he knew if he just kept staring, Martin would eventually give in. Funnily enough, Martin thought the same thing and as they hit gridlock, staring, Imogene came downstairs and began to look for Rodger. When the green corduroy jacket could not be found, she knew it was pointless. She pulled the front door from Martin's hands and stared from one man to the other.

'He's gone, ' she said. 'And he has taken the car with him.'


Sheryl wretched herself dry, 'Oh God, ' she moaned over a passing tractor. Beatrice remained in her seat and looked across at her daughter with the flat expression of someone who had n

n such a mess.'

The phone rumbled in Sheryl's pocket. 'Where are you? We have lost Rodger.' Sheryl attempted to text Kilninver and gave up. She closed her eyes instead, and then immediately regretted it.

Beatrice tuned her radio to Argyll FM. Then, a little bored, she changed the channel to Radio Scotland. Maybe, she thought, she could ring George and tell him what a great driver she was? She looked at her watch; they were doing excellent time thanks to her. She could just see George's face once she told him how far they had come in such a short space of time, that would wipe the smile from his lips, and the 'Aces High Club', would they be impressed or what?

Sheryl rubbed her aching stomach, why the hell did she drink so much, she should have suspected something when her mother insisted on buying her whisky, the only time her mother threw whisky her way in such an abandoned fashion was when Beatrice was after something. She slumped onto the grass and closed her eyes.

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