Part 2

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Milly followed the teacher back to the house. As the older woman opened the gate to her path to the house, she decided it was time to seek out Violet and try to get in touch with the others.

About to make tracks to the pub she was astonished to hear familiar voices. Seeking out the sounds she found Charlie and Pru huddled behind a large thicket like two thieves waiting to pounce on their prey. Her heart missed a beat noticing how close the pair was, very close to each other and it appeared to welcome the comfort and security of the other. She didn’t blame Charlie, being celibate all these years must have taken its toll. Look at her track record, she hadn’t felt like they’d been away more than a week and she’d hit on Violet…yeah, Violet and where was she?

Searching the area she failed to locate the pretty spy. Where could she have gone? As she’d come across all the action of the evening it was highly likely that Violet could have got into a situation. Anyway, what situation could they possible get into that anyone would notice them, they were dead already!

“Damn, Charlie, she did go out, we’ve lost our chance!” Pru announced as both women gave out exasperated sighs at the sight of the schoolteacher walking down her own path to the house.

“Yes, it would appear so, although there is another option.”

Extremely irritated at this turn of events Pru could do with options. “Okay, out with it.”

Charlie gave the much smaller woman a wry smile. It was always the same when people were cold, uncomfortable and she guessed with Pru, hungry as well. They lost their sense of perspective and humor. “We could go in there and ask her where she’s been.”

Pru gazed at Charlie. Oh how simple the much larger woman made things and the truth of the matter was it was about the only possibility they had. “Yes, we could. Better yet, we could tell her we followed her and we know what she’s up to. Are you game, Charlie?”

“Isn’t that rather dishonest? She might call the police and tell them we are harassing her.” Charlie wasn’t sure at this point if lying to the teacher was the best course of action. They still didn’t have anything concrete to go on other than Pru’s gut feelings.

“I’ll do it on my own, Charlie. I shouldn’t have brought you into this, I’m sorry….” Trailing of despondently. It hurt her deeply that the other woman wasn’t as enthusiastic. She’d really thought that Charlie was going to go all the way on this one.

“No! Pru, I’m just erring on the side of caution I was brought up that way. You can’t always teach an old dog new tricks overnight.” She gave the detective a wide smile. The answering bright smile she got in return buoyed her sagging nerves at this current situation.

“Did you throw caution to the wind when you met Milly?”

Charlie considered the question. Yes, her one and only rebellious time and she never regretted one minute. Perhaps it was time for her to do the same again. “I did and it was worth every precious moment, no matter her flaws.”

Milly listened intently to her old lover’s comments. How she wished she’d never been so false with her love. Charlie only deserved the very best in a relationship. She’d never been totally honest and certainly didn’t deserve this much consideration now.

“We all have flaws, Charlie, I have lots, its part of being human. We just hope that our good points outweigh the bad in the long run. Are you coming with me or do you want to go home?”

Charlie stood up towering over the still crouched woman. Pru gazed up at her like she was an ant under threat. A single footstep could crush the life out of her and in some ways; Charlie’s answer could do that in an emotional way.

Holding out her hand, the detective clasped it gratefully grinning as she was given a wink from Charlie. “Let’s go find out the truth Pru, its time.”

Milly had watched the exchange fascinated, realizing that Charlie might well be on her way to losing her heart again. Although she was sad at the realization, Milly was happy for her. Moving on was the only way forward and Charlie appeared to be taking the opportunity and steaming ahead.

Now, where was Violet when she needed her? This situation could turn nasty if they didn’t at least try to get a message to Pru. So little time with far too much to accomplish!

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Violet stood in line to receive her new life; or at least she hoped the cloud of her dreams. The Custodian, who had been unable to say very much to her, was whisked away abruptly by his superior. She figured he had a lot to answer for, especially pulling her out of the situation below. Hadn’t they said she couldn’t have what she wanted until Packer’s problems had been resolved? Funny how the powers that be could change their minds on a whim when they felt like it, even up here. Nothing changes in the world, whichever world that might be!

Fortunately for her, or so she thought at the time, she had immediately been put at the top of the line. Time wasn’t an issue to her anymore, having all the time in eternity to ponder the ‘what if’ scenario if she’d chosen to stay behind with Packer.

“Name please?” A sharp voice barked at her. Oh well…figures you can’t change everyone.

“Violet Reed.” Smiling winningly at the grumpy person who was ignoring her charms as they scanned the sheets in front of them.

“You’re not due, you will have to wait. Next!”

Violet wasn’t sure what was going on so she refused to move and leaned on the partition that separated her from this obviously ill informed party. “What do you mean? Of course it’s my time! Remember I was here earlier with the Custodian?”

Rolling eyes stared at the woman who had the audacity to question her directive. Why do they always have glitches like this on my shift?

“I don’t recall you at all, perhaps it was the other shift. Now please, I need to allocate spaces to others, time is moving on you know.”

“Okay, okay. I know I’m a little late, but that wasn’t entirely my fault. Look, can’t you contact the Custodian? He will surely clear up the matter.” Violet frowned at the nonchalance of this person. Who did they think they were anyway?

“Not in my job description. Please, allow the next person to come forward.” This was becoming irritating. If the shift quota wasn’t met, there would be trouble and no way was she going to take the blame because this pipsqueak of a woman was ignoring her.

“Hey, lady, I don’t know how things work up here…yet. However, I’m sure your superiors will not welcome you being rude to people. It isn’t our fault that we are here, you know. No one wants to die!” Cross at the tone and arrogance of this person...she was worse than Packer and that had to be a record.

“In your opinion, I’m sure. Take it from me, many do. Look, perhaps the next shift has you on their lists. You will have to wait.” Damn, she would be allocated extra shifts for sure if this woman caused her trouble.

“Oh yeah and when would that be, the next hundred years?” Violet sarcastically voiced as she turned to look at the ever-increasing line behind her.

Looking down at her timepiece calculating the shift change, “not quite, only another thirty to go. Move along, please.”

Gulping at the comment her breath caught in her throat almost choking.  “What? I was only joking!”

Defeated, Violet stood aside for the next person to be allocated their space in this strange set up. Question was, what did she do now?

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Rapping on the door for the second time that day, Pru gave Charlie a reassuring smile though she wasn’t too sure what to expect or say. As she pondered that thought the door cracked open an inch and two beady eyes with a look of fear quickly disguised with annoyance looked out at them.

“What do you two want?”

“I think you know, Miss Gilmore. Wasn’t that why you left to speak with your accomplice?” Pru decided the direct approach was the only one and prayed that Charlie didn’t let her down at this stage in the game.

The door was slammed shut on their faces without another word.

“I think you hit a nerve, Pru. What do we do now?” the large woman was impressed at the detective’s apparently confident stance as she confronted the old schoolteacher once again.

“What do we do now, good question. If it were up to me I’d shout up the neighborhood until she spoke to us, however…”

“However?” Smiling at the thought, everyone would think the detective nuts. Jenny was definitely a paragon in this village and they would have to have conclusive proof that she had been a party to murder for anyone to think ill of her.

“Let’s go to the pub and talk over a drink. I don’t know about you but I’m freezing, my hands are purple, look.” Holding them out for inspection, a warm glow penetrated her body as larger hands took hers chaffing them for a few moments.

“They’ll be warm as toast in a minute.” Charlie responded, little realizing the effect she was having on the woman before her.

A mere squeak escaped Pru’s lips, “Thanks, I think that’s done the trick.”

Charlie released her fingers with a quizzical glance. She hadn’t warmed them up yet, but Pru didn’t seem comfortable with the touch. She could understand that the younger woman probably wasn’t used to people like her. Although, understanding and disappointment went ‘hand in glove’ to coin a phrase and it would be apt here. “Great, next time I’ll loan you some mitts.”

Pru didn’t realize that a few words could create so much havoc to her system, but it had. A piece of her was already well and truly lost to this woman and she wondered how much more would end up that way. “I might take you up on that.”

“Anytime.” They both walked away from the teacher’s home towards the pub deep in confused silence.

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The old battle axe wasn’t going to let them in, well that wouldn’t stop her.

Milly walked through the door that had been closed on the other two women, the clang echoing around the small room she’d entered.

Jenny shook as she walked unsteadily back to her chair by the fireside, embers glowing vividly with oranges and reds, a crackle the only sound in the room. The only other sound in the house emanated from the ticking of the grandmother clock in the hall.

Watching the flickering flames she wondered how they had managed to track her down after all these years. It should have been impossible; no one outside the cell knew that the accident was contrived.  It had been such a shock too when they had instructions to kill Millicent Packer. She had never come across as a potential threat though they knew her background; checking her out thoroughly with the odd willing lover that was on their side. The woman never mentioned her work at these liaisons, even though she had been coerced. The subject had always been adroitly changed according to their sources. That had been until shortly before her death.

“What a fool you were, Millicent. Had you never fallen short of your lover’s devotion, you would probably still be alive today. At least she’s always been true to you, pity you didn’t do the same.” Jenny spoke quietly to the heat of the fire in her grate.

Milly shook her head, what? What did this mean?

“I was sorry we had to kill you as well as the spy…two birds in the hand they say…and remarkably, you both made it so easy. We were astounded at our good fortune, like a lamb to the slaughter.” The old woman’s eyes glazed over, her memories taking over as she spoke directly to the flames in the grate.

Stamping her feet at the…the…my God! What exactly it was she didn’t know! All she knew was she was angry and that the down side was it was all her fault! Here she was blaming Violet, thinking the woman the only target, when she wasn’t at all! How did providence get so scrambled that they ended up dying together?

“You bitch!” Milly shouted angrily. As she did so the poker in the fire slipped out of its brass container falling across the grate.

The old woman jumped out of her chair more quickly than she would normally, frightened by the movement. Heaving a sigh of relief, when she noticed it was only the poker not someone entering her house…like, possibly the two women.

Damping down the fire she would have a nap before the meeting at midnight. Her old bones didn’t take too lightly staying up beyond the cocoa hour these days. How terrible it had become to be old in body, but still feel young in your mind.

Milly, watching the woman leave, stroked her chin hoping for inspiration. Where was Violet? Something was wrong. The spy would surely have been with the other two women and if she wasn’t, had she seen the danger that Milly had heard about? No, impossible! Violet wasn’t that good…was she? She was now desperate to see the pretty woman. What if something had happened to her, how could she forgive herself?

All she had to go on was that Violet had been with Charlie and Pru…yeah, Pru, that detective. Funny, the woman’s name didn’t bother her as much has it had earlier. No, she had other more important things on her mind…more important than Charlie’s welfare? Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of that thought, but to no avail, it persisted. Violet had somehow become the driving force here and she needed to find her ghostly partner, it was as simple as that.

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Violet rarely prayed, not that she was agnostic, she wasn’t. It had just never been an important factor in her life, even though her parents had brought her up to believe in something. She recalled that they had always said one day she would know what that ‘something’ was. Right now she hoped it was up here and listening to her.

She had waited patiently, if you could call pacing up and down beside the line patient, watching several, no, dozens if not more people being taken away to this new life she’d been promised by the Custodian. What about her?

Here she was in no man’s land alone, totally alone. What had she done in another life to warrant this kind of treatment? Nothing at all, unless you called serving your country a bad thing, she didn’t think so and never would, especially at wartime!

How come Hitler wasn’t stuck like she was?  He was surely not worth being in line, never mind passed over.

“God give me strength. Why am I stuck like this?” Violet looked upwards, though why she had made her wonder. Hadn’t she already ascended to the top of the mountain?

“What is your problem, may I help you?”

Spinning around, Violet gasped as she saw a figure approach her. It wasn’t the Custodian it was …no, it couldn’t be! It was the angel-like figure that had given her such peace when they were here before.

“Well…sure. I think people have forgotten about me!” The plaintive tones echoed around her, did she really sound so sad?

“Tell me your dilemma and I will seek a solution.” The voice was so reassuring Violet did as asked relating the whole story, as she knew it. Even the Custodian’s part though she did embellish that not wanting the man to be under any more pressure than he already was.

“You appear to be here and no one seems to know of your arrival, is that the situation?”

The melodic tones lulled Violet into a sense of security she hadn’t felt for…too long.

“About sums it up. Can you help me? I don’t want to be any trouble but….”

“You say you were returned by your Custodian. Why and why not the both of you?”

“Long story. Maybe you should ask the Custodian himself. You know, too many cooks spoil the broth and all that!” her voice trying to remain neutral though her face carried a sheepish expression as she spoke.

“I was asking you, I already know, of course. This is very complicated.”

“I agree, complicated is the right word. What do I do next?”

Several moments passed making Violet wonder if she was going to be left high and dry again without a solution. Then the angel looked at her with a gaze that scorched her inner being and left!

“What the heck is wrong with people around here? Don’t they know it’s rude to just leave?” Exasperated Violet sank down. Could this situation she was in get anymore complicated.

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“Ladies, how would you like to have a drink with me this evening?” Charlie was about to refuse the publican when Pru spoke for them both.

“Great, thanks, Captain Ben. Have you had a good day?”

The aging publican grinned at the young woman. He was partial to a lovely smile and this woman certainly had that in abundance. She could do with a little more flesh on the bones, but that was a minor point.

“Yes, it has been an interesting day and no doubt more to come.” Pulling two half pints for the women who had been chatting animatedly in the corner for over two hours.

“Really, anything we might be interested in?” grinning as the old man shook his head shouting something across the bar to a few of the regulars.

“You shouldn’t encourage him, Pru.” Charlie whispered reprovingly.

“Oh, come on, Charlie, it was innocent fun.” There was something wrong here and she would find out this time. Heck, they’d drawn a blank on what to do next anyway.

“I’m sure it was. Come on let’s sit back down. It’s stupid to think he’d know anything.” Walking back to their previous seating arrangements.

“We never asked him, so you can’t say that. Anyway, why don’t you like him?”

Staring at the younger woman she felt the curious gaze. If it had been anyone else, she would probably have cut them dead. As it was, the detective seemed to have a way of bringing her out of her shell, her secrets as well.

“He’s obnoxious and should know better.”

It was hard to stop the bubble of laughter that welled up in Pru at the words. Was Charlie jealous? Surely not! Trying to stifle the chuckle she sucked in a deep breath and tried again to get to the root of the problem. “I thought he was quite harmless myself. He’s old enough to be my grandfather, if that’s what you were thinking…”

“No! No I wasn’t thinking that way at all. He’s a windbag full of himself and doesn’t know when to stop. I’ve also heard rumors about him, nothing that can be set in stone unfortunately.” Charlie placed a weary hand to her brow. Normally at this time of night she would be safely tucked up in her warm bed, the only thoughts in her head, which cow to milk first in the morning.

Pru unconsciously placed her hand on Charlie’s forearm, her eyes capturing the larger woman’s in understanding, “you can tell me, Charlie.”

The blood sped around Charlie’s body at the gentle touch from the detective. As each hour in her company proceeded, she felt more and more linked. What would she do when this was all over? How could she go back to being good old reliable stuck in the forties Charlie!

“It’s just a rumor, probably totally unfounded.”

“Maybe, then again maybe not. Look at where we are now.”

Troubled, Charlie gave Pru a look signifying that she didn’t know where they were, in no man’s land probably. “There have been stories around that link the good Captain with unsavory disappearances.”

“Charlie! Why didn’t you say this before? It might be crucial evidence?”

“Nothing to do with Milly! Way after her time, something to do with refugees and stuff like that. No one is very specific, it’s only a story.”

“Who disappeared and why did they associate the Captain with it…yes, I know it’s only a rumor. Come on, Charlie, please tell me?”

“Refugees often came by the village in the later stages of the war. Nothing unusual in that as the school was used to house them on a temporary basis. At least Gilmore had some saving graces she was responsible for them at the time. In fact, it was her idea and the rest of the village was happy to help.”

“Go on, please.” Pru’s mind fitting the pieces of the puzzle together with ease as she spoke.

“All I heard was that from time to time, the odd one or two went missing. At first we all thought that they had just left early but over time, it was happening frequently. One of the old stable hands at the manor farm said it wasn’t natural.”

Pru sat closer to Charlie, an avid listener, “Please, more.”

“Jack mentioned one night he was sure he’d seen three people dragging a screaming man and woman towards the forest. He couldn’t make out what the couple was screaming as it was in a foreign language. Needless to say, the next day two refugees were reported missing.”

“Didn’t he tell the authorities at the time?”

“Oh sure, PC Blood was going to take notice of the ramblings of a self confessed drunken stable hand like Jack. No, he just mentioned it occasionally when he got drunk as a skunk.”

“I see. How does Captain Ben figure in this scenario?”

“Before Jack passed away, he clearly stated that Ben Riddle was one of the three people dragging the couple away. He said he’d know him a mile away.”

Pru let out her held breath, “How do you know this, Charlie, were you a witness to the confession?”

Nodding her head, she gazed deep into the amber liquid of her untouched drink placing it to one side as if a chalice of poison. “I was the only witness. He died of a heart attack at the stables. He said someone else had to know.”

Pru grabbed Charlie’s hand, “Did you ever tell anyone else about this?”

“No, how could I? There wasn’t any evidence.”

“You believed him though, didn’t you, that’s why you hate Riddle?”

Hanging her head for a few moments she finally lifted it and Pru saw tears glistening on the heavy lashes, “I let Jack down, I never followed it up.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Charlie. What did you have to go on but a dying statement from a drunk.” Allowing caution to go to the winds Pru reached up and tenderly wiped away the tears from the other woman’s cheeks. Her skin was so soft to the touch it felt like crushed velvet.

Unable to help herself, Charlie relished the contact wanting more, much more! It was like a dam bursting its seams, taking all her strength not to take the detective in her arms and make love to her here in the middle of the pub! God, what was happening to her?

“I believed him, Pru. Riddle has secrets he wants to keep hidden as much as Jenny Gilmore does. Makes you wonder what else is brewing in this cauldron called Snagglenook.”

“Not everything brewing has to be bad, Charlie.” Pru breathed out, her eyes captured immediately. The sensual charge that each experienced magnified a hundred times.

“You know if it isn’t too forward, I’d like to invite you to my room for a nightcap.” There, she’d said it. She didn’t know exactly what she meant by a nightcap since this was all new territory for her, in a big way!

Charlie frowned. What exactly was Pru offering her? In her heart she thought it was crystal clear, but her mind struggled to accept the invitation. What should she do now? “I…I should go home. Work in the morning, you know.”

God how lame was that!

Pru pulled her raging hormones under a semblance of control and smiled slightly, “Of course, I’m sorry, Charlie. You get up early, I forgot for a moment.”

She stood up unsteadily, so much not like her. This feeling she had for Pru was overwhelming, far different than the emotions she had for Milly…my God, they’d forgotten, again, why they were here. “We’ll talk about it in the morning. Goodnight, Pru.”

“Yes, sounds like a plan, see you in the morning. Anywhere special?” Concentrating on trying not to let the other woman know how disappointed she was.

“I’ll buy you breakfast at the café, say seven a.m.?”

“Seven a.m.! Charlie, what kind of time is that?” The uncomfortable feeling between them dissolved as they smiled at each other.

“I’m up at four, works for me.” Winking at her friend, she walked away hearing a faint ‘okay’ to her proposed and obviously agreeable schedule.

“My God, what an insane time in the morning. That’s still night!” Picking up her drink, she emptied the glass waving casually at the Captain and the barmaid then opened the door to the passage that took her to the stairs and her room. Time to reflect on all that had gone on today as well as the revelation also about the publican. This place was teeming with intrigue, wow!

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Milly had searched everywhere and when she said everywhere, she meant it. Now seated under the limbs of the giant oak, about the only place she knew Violet would come back to as a base, it made her wonder if finally someone up there had taken pity on the spy removing her from this situation. Perhaps she was now living on that cloud.

If that was the case, what was she doing here? Hadn’t the Custodian said she had to be settled first? At the moment, that was the furthest thing from happening. It all looked likely to end up as before, no real solution to the problem. Though now, she did know that Violet wasn’t the only intended victim. She didn’t, however, know if that was a good thing or bad under the circumstances.

She closed her eyes, what choices were left to her? In the morning the Custodian would come and regardless of the outcome, she would be whisked away back to oblivion. In the mean time, Charlie and Pru might equally end up as she and Violet had. Though selfishly there was some merit in that situation, however drastic it was, she could at least face Charlie and tell her how sorry she was. Alternatively, she could sit around and wait for the detective to try another stunt to prompt action from the murderer. Though she couldn’t say how helpful she would be, that had been Violet’s expertise.

“Violet, look, if you’re listening to me, please, I need you to come back and help me. Tomorrow you can go back to that fluffy cloud and I’ll never bother you again. I promised, remember!”

Hanging her head dejectedly, Milly felt that this was worse than actually dying. At least she hadn’t been alone when that happened. Now here, she was totally by herself and she hated every single second of it.

“Come on, Violet. Please come back. If not for me, for them!”

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The Forest Green public house had cleared out. All but the barmaid, who mopped the floor, cleaned the tables replacing the coasters and shining the polished tops of each surface in readiness for the next day.

“You can leave that now, Mary, I’ll finish up.” Captain Ben smiled at the pretty barmaid. Pity she didn’t like older men, he might have had a chance. She was engaged to that young mechanic Gary and no way did he want to get into any hassle with the six foot, built like a giant haystack, of a man.

“Are you sure, Ben, there’s still plenty to finish off,” surprised at the offer. The old man always made sure he had his money’s worth from his staff and hoped he wasn’t going to deduct leaving the tasks behind from her pay. This was a second source of income helping out the meager wage her fiancé received from the garage. If they didn’t save up as much as possible, renting their own house was out of the question when they got married. Living in such a small village was hard to get work except on the farms and then not much for women.

“Absolutely! Now be off with you, I’ll see you tomorrow lunchtime.” Winking at her as she dropped the mop by the table nodding her head as she left the area.

Ben Riddle looked around his establishment. It hadn’t changed in centuries at least, the building anyway. He prided himself on running the place as he thought others had in the past, a true old-fashioned inn. Most were updating their places with the new fangled jukeboxes from America. He wouldn’t! What was the world coming too when the youngsters wanted loud music with their pints. It wouldn’t last, he was certain of that. Picking up the mop left by Mary, he skimmed the floor and left the rest of the tables until she came on again in the morning, it was her job after all.

“Are we too late?” A male voice spoke into the deserted bar plagued by shadows. Only the very slightest of light from a small lamp and the moonlight peeping through the half-closed curtains lit the room.

Ben glanced towards the bar area and saw three figures standing in the doorway. Although he couldn’t see them, he knew the voice as he would his own.

“Depends what for, if it’s a drink yes, if it’s anything else…”

A hearty chuckle followed the comment, “when has that ever stopped you from pouring a pint for a friend after hours, Ben?”

“You’ll have me in trouble with the police and we can’t have that, can we?” the old publican walked towards the voices and as he came closer gave them a wide toothless grin.

“Ah yes, the good old bobby on the beat. What a competent officer we have here in the village. Actually, we’ve done pretty good for decades, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’d rather believe that it was our special talents that were superior. In fact, I more than believe that they are!” A second male voice responded, his tone arrogant.

“We didn’t come here to discuss the competence of the police. We have another pressing matter to attend, let’s get on with that, please.” Jenny Gilmore spoke irritated at the banter. She wanted the problem solved so she could return to bed.

“I agree, Jenny. Did you see Mary leave?”

“No, is she still here, it’s almost midnight. Shouldn’t she have gone an hour ago?”

“There was a celebration for Harry’s sixtieth birthday that went on longer than planned. I couldn’t exactly throw him and his crowd out, could I? I’ll check out back. She might still be here and I want no loose ends tonight!” Leaving the three figures alone in the bar as he left the room.

Jenny moved further inside the room. She wasn’t a drinker and abhorred the place, however, it had been here far longer than she had and would be standing long after she left here. Spying the nearest chair that looked at least tolerably comfortable she settled into its old leather backing and watched her comrades, who eyed the bar relishing an intoxicating beverage to settle their nerves. They might look confident, but it had rattled their cage when the meeting had been arranged, especially when they found out why. Their cover hadn’t been blown in the numerous years they had been together, three of them for over forty, the other a little over twenty. Their alliance had been fruitful, although not enough to sway the tide of the war, then being effectively forgotten in this backwater. They had called it early retirement, thankful that they hadn’t been caught as spies.

“Ben will be back shortly, why don’t you both sit and I’ll edify you in on the situation, as I see it.” Jenny waved towards the two wooden chairs opposite her, the men reluctantly sitting as bid. She might not wield the power she did in the old days, but they acknowledged her respectfully nevertheless.

“Go ahead, do you think we’ve finally been found out?” Sam Crossly, the village butcher, asked his tone perplexed.

“No, highly unlikely or the proper authorities would be here now instead of that meddling detective from the city and her silent accomplice.”

“Ah yes, the sober ‘jolly’ giant Bootle. Can’t figure that woman out at all.” Jeff Ransome, the local garage owner, spit out sarcastically. He disliked people who weren’t beautiful; especially women and you couldn’t call Bootle a beauty. She looked more like the back of a horse.

“That’s because she’s not one of the kind you like around you, Jeff. We have obviously misjudged her or her ability to involve herself in something that is long dead.” Sam Crossly replied with a chuckle. He had a lot of time for Charlie. She was a nice lady, okay not a beauty, but old Jeff never saw anyone other than in a purely superficial way. Not surprising he ever married and had a family when everything settled down. Although he had Mavis, who was the best in his eyes and their two daughters the apple of his eye, all he wanted now was to have everything go back to normal and that normal was no more violence, he was past all that now.

“Yeah, well look what all that meddling is going to get her into,” sneering at the butcher. The small man had let himself go in recent years and that family of his was bleeding the poor sod dry. He was glad he hadn’t married one of the females from this village or this country come to that, he would have felt like he was betraying his own.

“She’s gone, no sign of her on the premises. Let’s get down to business, shall we. Have you told them what’s happened so far, Jenny?” Ben Riddle spoke decisively. He had been in charge of this secret cell ever since its inception in the early forties.

The war had been going their way and would only be a matter of time before their leader would take this pitiful island. In the time they had infiltrated the village and the deaths of the two women who were causing this particular problem, they had killed at least thirty traitors for the fatherland. After the women, they had killed many more until the last month before their great leader died and the war was lost to them. Their cover hadn’t been blown though; they had been on tenterhooks for at least five years afterwards. They had decided to stay until recalled, which had never happened and, in a strange kind of way, the village had become their home. What was left of Germany hadn’t been a fit place to return to especially in such a fragmented way. He had no wish to crawl to the Russians, British, Americans or French! At least here, there was always a chance someone would remember them, recall them to duty and they could inflict pain where it hurt the most, inside the Country itself.

“Yes, I’ve told it all to them. Ben, they came back to see me after I returned to the house. I think they know more than we thought.” Her voice controlled, but she couldn’t disguise the tremor that passed through it.

“Impossible! If they knew more, we would all be in a jail by now waiting to be interrogated. I think someone is clutching at straws and you, my dear, have alerted them to a possibility that their assumptions might have some foundation.”

“Oh, so it’s all my fault, is it? What I want to know is, why they picked on me and not any of you three?” Jenny spat out outraged at the accusation. She was not in her prime anymore, age taking its toll, but she was sure she hadn’t alerted anyone to anything.

“Look you two, I don’t care who alerted them. What do we do about it now?” Ransome swished back his receding blonde hair, vanity refusing him to acknowledge that he wasn’t as handsome as twenty years before, when he was in his prime.

“He’s got a point, Ben. Jenny, what do we do about it?” Sam asked cautiously. At one time, Jenny had been the person in control. Even though she wasn’t the leader, her association with the Nazi party allowed her to have the final say on many of their missions, particularly the one involving the spy and Millicent Packer.

Giving the waspish woman a nasty look, Ben turned his eyes to the door leading to the stairs where the guest bedrooms were located. “Simple, we do what we were trained for and eliminate any possible leak.”

Sam gasped in shock and was given a sarcastic glance from Jeff Ransome. “Works for me. About time we used our special talents. I know I’m up for the excitement, what about you, Jenny, Sam?”

“Is that the only option we have? A bit drastic after all these years, won’t that bring more attention to us?” Sam doubted the order since there wasn’t the easy cover of war anymore. This was peacetime and a murder or two wouldn’t go unnoticed as it had in the past.

“Typical, Sam, what, have you gone yellow since settling down with a houseful of women?” Jeff taunted the portly man as his sharp glance fell on the old school teacher.

“You got the stomach for it, Jenny? Your old comrades would be highly delighted if you pulled off another mission.”

Jenny thought to say where were their old friends and members of the party that promised so much and had been unable to deliver. They had never baulked at any task no matter how difficult or dangerous. Now, though things were different, Sam was right, in that respect, but they still had to clear up the problem. “Couldn’t we ignore them and it might all go away?”

Ben looked at his old adversary, in their minor power struggles in the old days at any rate. Age had diminished her abilities and perhaps it was time to pension her off completely. “You tried that, remember, it didn’t work. Time to clean up the mess, with no loose ends at all!”

“I’m with you, Ben, when?”

“I knew I could rely on you, Jeff, as always the willing foot soldier. Sam, are you in this to the end?”

“Do I have any choice?” Sam asked his eyes shifting from Jenny to Ben. At one time the power struggle would have been intense, not so now. If he didn’t go along with the other two, that would create a stalemate and knowing Ben and Jeff as he did, that wouldn’t stop them. Barring he and Jenny confessing all to the police, what could they do to stop it? “Yes, I’m in. Is it going to be tonight?”

Jenny placed her head in her hands. This was ridiculous! They were going to be found out surely, they could see that? “Doesn’t my vote carry any sway anymore?”

Seething at the injustices of time and the body’s inability to cope with the passing years. Why had she been left to suffer the agonies of growing old quicker than her male counterparts, it wasn’t fair!

“No, it doesn’t. As far as I’m concerned, we three will clean up the mess and when you get up tomorrow, it will all be over.” Ben dismissed the woman’s remark sarcastically.

“You want me to go home, to bed…now! You don’t want my help at all?”

Ransome sniggered, “help! You’re more of a hindrance, go home to bed, old woman, we men will ensure that no one else comes knocking at your door.”

Pushing herself out of the chair with more strength than she thought possible, she glared at them, all muttering under her breath, as she exited the bar without giving them a second glance.

“That was a bit harsh, wasn’t it?” Sam asked intrigued. Even if Jenny couldn’t contribute, she was always involved. It had been their pact. That way, no one single person was responsible for any of the deaths or treasonous behavior they executed.

Ben narrowed his eyes the graying bushy brows moved like a rabbit in the undergrowth making him appear twitchy, though he was completely under control of his emotions. Riddle had a mean streak that, in the early days, was a useful tool. Now, it could be their undoing.

“Have you a problem with my decision? Jenny is long in the tooth and cannot be trusted. It’s through her slips of the tongue that we have to do anything at all.”

“Point taken. Aren’t we all a little long in the tooth for this kind of work these days, I know I am.” Sam responded, his smile frozen, as he was pierced by two sets of eyes boring into his normally jolly features.

“Do you want to join Jenny?”

“No! Of course not! I was just…oh forget it. What’s the next move?”

“Pleased to hear that. The next move is, we kill the detective and dispose of her as we have our previous executions. No stupid car accident that brings up out all the dirty laundry years later.”

“Want me to go to her room and take care of it?” Jeff spoke with relish, the prospect making his mouth water. When he’d been assigned to this type of work, it fitted his profile exactly. Having been an abusive, violent womanizer in his early days, they’d only released him from the military prison if he’d agreed to the covert operation. What did he have to lose, it was a brilliant opportunity and one he made sure didn’t backfire. Over the years, there had been the odd girl in the village who hadn’t enjoyed his lovemaking practices. To avoid any problem on home ground, he’d moved his excesses out to the city where people were strangers and no one seemed to care if you took your pick from the less desirable areas. Those women asked for all they got, in his opinion and to his way of thinking, they were still the enemy and always would be.

“How quick can you arrange the disposal, Sam?” Ben turned to the butcher who frowned for a moment then answered.

“Give me an hour then bring her body to the shop. I’ll have everything ready by then.” Sam stood up leaving the two men without another word. Far too much had been said already. Now, he would just do what he’d done in the past and no one would ever know.

“You think he’ll go ahead and do it, Ben?” Jeff stood poised to silently ascend the back stairs to the detective’s guest room when the order came from his superior.

“Too much water under the bridge for him to do anything else. Sam was always efficient in his dealings, I doubt he would let us down now. He has more to lose than the rest of us, if you count that he has a family now.”

“Okay, I guess that’s true enough. Shall I kill the woman now, what’s the room number?” Itching to make a kill. He’d not done so for sometime and loved the feeling of watching his victims die, an adrenaline boost far superior to sex.

“Leave it for now, I’ve given her a sleeping drought. She’ll never wake up it could down a carthorse. I’ll pour you a pint and we can discuss how to take care of Bootle. She’s going to be the fly in the ointment, if we don’t plan that properly.” Walking behind the bar, the old publican pulled a perfect pint for his comrade.

“And Jenny?” Ransome grinned as the dark liquid with a creamy top was placed in front of him. Nothing like decently pulled ale.

“I’ll take care of Jenny. I think it’s called a bonus after all those years of having to change my plans because she didn’t like them.” Pouring himself a shot of whisky he toasted their newest campaign. If only things had been different and Hitler hadn’t buckled under the allies.

“Great! When do you propose we terminate Bootle, did you drug her as well?”

A hearty laugh was answer enough as they toasted another mission.

* * * * *

Charlie had walked home in a daze. All her old insecurities had literally stomped all over her when the detective had offered her a nightcap in her room. It should have been so easy to say yes, have a nightcap then go home. She hadn’t dared. Her feelings for Pru were becoming more and more difficult to handle. She couldn’t exactly say she was in love with her, attracted yes, definitely, love, well no; something didn’t quite fit that romantic scenario, at the moment anyway. Perhaps she’d read too much into the invitation, but the expressive eyes had been devouring her. She knew that look; Milly had often looked at her that way in the early days. Not so the last couple of months of their relationship, putting that down originally to the precarious lifestyle they were living. Always on the edge should anyone find out about their relationship, not to mention the war and their constant separations.

Now, a quarter to midnight, she was tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep! Her mind full of what could have been and she’d been there way too often in the past. Milly’s death for one, her guilt at not having been at the station when her lover came home late that Friday had constantly nagged at her, even though she hadn’t known. Normally, Milly would leave her a message, but not that evening. With the transport system precarious at times, Milly didn’t always make it back until Saturday morning and not at all some weekends if the bombing raids had been particularly atrocious. That, above all, had been the one question she wanted answered, why Milly hadn’t asked to be picked up at the station. If she had, then the chances were she would still be alive. As to if they would be together now, that was a question neither of them could possibly know. When a person dies suddenly, all their faults become lost in a mist, leaving behind only the good points and the need to put the person on a pedestal in as untarnished a position as possible. She’d done a great job of that, probably too good of a job.

Maybe that was why she’d never allowed herself to look for anyone else to love. If it were being offered on a plate to her, she probably wouldn’t see it. Although this feeling she had for Pru seemed to have settled into her blood and each hour in the company of the woman made her want more and more of her time. Perhaps she was lonely and wanted a chance to remember what it was like to spend time with another lover before life totally passed her by. At forty-four, coming back from the brink wasn’t so easy and until she finally let Milly go, both in mind and heart, there was no way she could reach out to another soul for love.

That was it!

Dragging the bedclothes from around her, Charlie clambered out of bed picking up her working clothes. Quickly dragging on her denims and the heavy plaid shirt, buttoning it up as she left the bedroom and entered the small hallway. Shadows sprang from every recess in the area as the moonlight filtered through the small portal window near the door. Ghostly would be a good impression and right now, that was exactly what she wanted, a friendly visit from Violet in the disguise of Pru. All she needed now was Pru. She glanced at the clock on the mantle piece in the lounge, the door partially open as she picked up her coat from the coat peg. It was a couple minutes to midnight. What the heck, she’d have to wake up the inn!

* * * * *

“I believe you require a solution to a problem?” Violet jumped as the person the Custodian had advised was his superior appeared from out of nowhere, virtually seconds after the ‘Angel’ left her side.

“Yes, I told…”

“I’m aware of who you told. Why didn’t you ask me first, that is the proper chain of command?”

“I didn’t know and I wasn’t being sneaky going behind your back, if that’s what you think. I wouldn’t know how. You don’t exactly have the rules and regulations posted on any boards for newcomers, like me, to follow, do you?” Why was it all her fault? All she wanted was the quiet life. Nothing complicated, a nice room with a view would suit her fine.

“Enough! We haven’t much time…you haven’t much time. I, on the other hand, have all the time in the world and more.”

Violet shot the man a puzzled look. Did all the people who frequented this place constantly talk in riddles? “I agree, I haven’t much time, but they won’t place me anywhere. What do I do?”

Pulling at his pointed chin, the senior Custodian narrowed his eyes, “Yes, an unfortunate situation although, as we explained before, you and Millicent Packer are entwined until she returns and accepts her death. A most disconcerting situation and one the Custodian should never have allowed!”

“Hey, look, I know all that, but I was doing…” Violet trailed off. What could she say without involving the Custodian in a difficult predicament?

“Doing?”

Turning her gaze to the floor replying quietly, “I thought maybe you would have changed your mind. Packer will be back in a few hours. The Custodian said that was all the time we had.”

“Oh he did, did he, well he was wrong. Millicent Packer has to ask to be brought back in the correct manner or she remains earthbound in her current state until such time as she finds the correct path.”

“Where does that leave me?”

“Right here waiting until such time as she accepts her death and finds her way back. Quite simple really and not beyond your intellect.” His tone vaguely sarcastic and she was tempted to pop him on the jaw, she felt that out of sorts. Life on earth was far simpler, her mind ruefully acknowledged.

“You know, I always thought that when I died, all the red tape would be gone and it would be a simple process. How bloody wrong can you get! There’s more red tape here than getting an audience with the King.”

“Be that as it may, I suggest you meditate and wait for your partner to accept her fate.” The senior Custodian was about to leave, however not before Violet placed a restraining hand on his crimson robed arm.

“Can I go back and bring her here? She’ll listen to me and then we would both be settled and out of your hair.”

“Listen to you? I think not! Her attitude to you earlier would not signify such trust. If you return, you and she will have to work out the answer to getting back here on your own. I cannot provide you with the answer to the correct path. You have used up all your chances, as far as I’m concerned. You will be on your own. Is that what you want?”

For a split second Violet wondered if meditating for a few centuries wouldn’t be a bad thing, “Yes, it’s exactly what I want.”

“So be it.” As the senior Custodian disappeared from her sight, she felt as she had on the earlier journeys. Total disorientation as the blackness appeared and she could feel herself falling into a deep abyss. Her last thought a private prayer, please God, not too much further into the future.

* * * * *

Milly was certain she’d fallen asleep since the moon appeared to be in a different position, than the last time she’d glanced at it. Neither she nor Violet had ever wanted to sleep since arriving back on earth. Nor a few of the normal day to day things you never think about like eating, changing clothes, bathing and most of all, the trip to the bathroom for the usual bodily functions. They did appear to have all their memories in tact and could still feel emotion though not physically, that was all a thing of the past.

She stretched her arms above her head, not because she had aching muscles, just merely an old habit that was going to be hard to give up. It had often been her way of coming away from a problem at work and trying to gather her thoughts. Her muscles would spasm from time to time when she was huddled in her small area of the office poring over her secret papers.  Her one regret in that area had been that she never found out how significant her discovery that evening had been. Fortunately, she had noted everything for her supervisor. She was sure the woman would have carried on with her breakthrough; she was able in many ways, which didn’t just mean the office. Removing the torrid thought, she tried to wrack her brains to remember her final discovery. It was like dredging up a long forgotten memory when it had been mere days, in her calendar, since she had actually undertaken the task.

Hmm, yes, I recall it now. Something about a spy ring inside England. That hadn’t been significant at first because everyone knew that the German’s had infiltrated the Country as they had theirs. This had been different, but why was that…her thoughts hummed away trying desperately to remember every word she’d captured from the code.

Before she could picture her last transcript, her body was jolted back against the tree as an excruciating pain past through her. Damn! Weren’t they supposed to be immune from pain? Her eyes closed in reaction to the onslaught then it was miraculously gone!

“What the hell!”

“Packer! My, you haven’t changed a bit since I’ve been gone.” Violet grinned impishly as she stood over the taller woman who had sunk to the ground with the painful sensation.

“You! You caused me that pain, how?” Milly glared at the smaller woman. Her eyes reflecting the agony she had experienced for a few short moments.

“Hate to upset you, but it is me! And what pain, we can’t feel anything on this side, can we?” Violet inwardly chuckled. There was something deliciously appealing about having Packer at her feet.

Wrenching a hand through the tumble of her hair, Milly stood up glaring at the spy. Her first instinct was to shake her until her teeth rattled, but at the same time, hug her for coming back…a real mix of emotions clambered inside. As she fought the battle, her lips gradually pulled into a smile, “Seems you can hurt me if you pop in like that. Where have you been, I’ve looked for you everywhere?”

“Have you really, why that’s nice.” Grinning even wider at the admission from her usually dour partner in death.

“Nice is hardly the word I’d call it. Just where did you go? It’s late, we don’t have long left to discover what’s going on, but I do know a few things and we need to act quickly.”

“Mine’s a long story in a short space of time and we do have time.” Packer didn’t know that the ultimatum to leave in the morning was now a thing of the past. They could be stuck here longer than even they wanted.

“No we don’t!” Milly paced. Why couldn’t Violet, just for once, let her be right, did she always have to have the last word?

“Yes we do. We don’t have to go back in the morning, see we do have time.” Violet refused to be talked down to by Packer. For once couldn’t she just let her speak freely and leave it at that? No, she always wanted the last word.

“If we don’t act fast, we’ll be seeing Charlie and the detective in the same position we are in.”

“What! Why didn’t you say that, we’ve been wasting time arguing over nothing again? Tell me what’s going on as we track them down,” exasperation, the order of the day with Violet. If it wasn’t up there, it was down here with Packer and they had to be a team. Some winning team they would be if they dropped the ball and it was lost forever.

“God give me strength!” Milly breathed out. She informed the small woman of all that had transpired in the barn and where it was all heading. Included in her revelations were the other mystery party members involved.

“Captain Riddle! Ben Riddle is the power behind all this. He’s an old man for goodness sake, are you sure?”

“As sure as I am that you will continue to argue with me every time we have a discussion.”

“Oh…that, sure.” Violet’s eyes lifted upwards. Maybe she should have stayed up there. What if her interference now caused the other two women to be murdered also? That would be hard to live with in any shape or form.

“Yes, now come on. I’ve been waiting for you to get here for ages, together we might be able to stop them.” Milly strode ahead as Violet stopped in her tracks at the last comment. A glow replaced the feeling of guilt that had previously been beating her up. Packer actually said she’d been waiting for her. Maybe they did make a good team after all.

Quickly increasing her short stride to catch up with her taller companion, Violet placed a hand on Packer’s arm to stop her rapid pace for a few moments, “Thanks.”

Puzzled at the gratitude in both the word and tone, “For what?”

“Waiting for me, of course.”

Smiling indulgently as she would have at a child, “No problem, come on, let’s go to the pub first and check out the detective.”

Violet was surprised, responding immediately, “Not Charlie first?”

“No. It’s going to happen tonight and Riddle runs the pub. The detective is a guest there, remember, I call that easy pickings unless she’s warned.”

“How are we going to do that, may I ask?” Milly grinned tapping a secretive finger to her nose.

“Oh, we aren’t…you are!” Winking as she saw the look of shock cross the ex-spy’s face.

“I am?” Violet chocked out unable to comprehend the message relayed.

“Yes, you did it once before. You have to do it again, but now it’s more important than ever.”

“Don’t we need Charlie as well?” Milly knew that went hand in glove with Charlie being around, but she’d work on that.

“Yes, but let’s take one step at a time and keep Pru safe.” Violet let a small smile of satisfaction pass her lips Pru now was it? Well, that was a sure sign Packer was coming around to her fate. Maybe there was hope they could return up there after all, she would explain all that to her sleuthing partner later.

“I’m right with you on that.”

 * * * * *

Charlie was half way to the Forest Green and was surprised when a female voice shouted to her from across the street.

“Hey there, Charlie, what are you doing out this late in the evening, one of those farm critters giving you a hard time?” Mary, the barmaid from the Pub where she was heading, cheerily asked.

“I couldn’t sleep, thought I’d take a walk. What are you doing out so late yourself?” If the pub hadn’t closed until late maybe Pru was still awake, there was a chance.

“Oh, Harry’s sixtieth and you know what happens when they get together. Ben let them stay as a private party a little later than normal, must be the night for people not sleeping.” Mary rummaged in her handbag for her door key. Her parents wouldn’t be too happy if she woke them up at this hour, a few minutes after midnight.

Curious at the remark, Charlie asked what she meant.

“I saw Sam Crossly, Jeff Ransome and would you believe, Miss Gilmore, all going into the pub a few minutes ago. How strange is that, do you think? Sam and Ransome, sure, I can cope with that, but Gilmore! Heck, that’s pushing the imagination somewhat. Anyway, I’d better go or the folks will wake and I’ll be in trouble.”

“See you later, Mary, sleep well.” She watched as the young woman entered the house with a wave of her hand.

Thoughts churning like mad Charlie did the only thing she could, she ran like a bat out of hell towards the side door of the pub. If Jenny Gilmore was in the party, something was going down and that something spelt trouble with a capital T.

Her breathing was ragged as she hit the side door, almost colliding into it in her enthusiasm to get to Pru and speak with her, mostly to make sure she was safe. If anything happened to her…it was way too scary to think about. Positive thoughts, Charlie, that’s all you, can do now.

She took in a deep gulp of air that would make anyone think she was about to submerge herself in water, as she tried the back entrance door praying that it would open. A faint click, the release of the locking mechanism and the door opening with a creak, answered her prayers.

Summoning her courage to face whatever might greet her, Charlie walked inside. The numerous beer barrels were the only occupants of the long stone hallway. She had never been to this side of the building and wasn’t sure if there was another way to the stairs that led to the guest bedrooms. If there wasn’t, that meant going through the main bar, potentially where the others were doing their plotting.

Trying her best to be as quiet as possible, which wasn’t easy in this narrow lobby, her bulk and the large beer barrels, proving interesting obstacles on her way to her goal. Muttering under her breath, “Why did I have to be endowed with such large breasts? They do nothing but get in the way!” She pulled and pushed herself through a very small gap, which she thought only a sparrow could get through or maybe Pru, allowing herself a smile as she thought of the detective.

Voices could be heard from the direction of the bar. Charlie froze on the spot and waited a few minutes to try and hear what was being said. However, the sounds just got louder and louder especially when the female talked and that could only be Jenny Gilmore.

Then she heard someone leave and the voices continued. Time, she felt, wasn’t on her side; she needed to get to Pru now! Clambering over the final crate of ale, she scanned the small entryway. One door obviously led to the bar as the voices emanated from that direction. To her left were two doorways and her immediate right one she surmised to be the lounge. Decision time, which one did she try? A fifty, fifty chance. Closing her eyes briefly, she held out her hand and walked forward hitting the furthest left doorway. Trying the handle it opened easily.

Trying desperately to make no noise, which was virtually impossible in such an old building as the stairs, creaked ominously. Managing to get to the top of the steps she looked around. This was Riddle’s part of the building, his home. Damn, she’d made a poor choice. Oh well, there was only one-way to go. Back down the stairs and to the other doorway. Turning at a cramped angle, she felt a muscle in her lower back spasm causing a spell of agonizing pain as she swiveled around. She bit down on her lower lip until she felt that sensation and the taste of salt as traces of blood touched her tongue overrode the throbbing in her back, preventing her from crying out. That’s all she needed…back trouble! Last time she did that, she ended up laid out flat on her back on the hard floor of her bedroom for three weeks, doctor’s orders.

Schooling her face to block out the pain, she negotiated the stairs hoping that no one had left the bar and she would be safe to try the other stairway. As soon as she closed the door behind her she tried the other, which also opened easily. This time the creak was muted, thank goodness for that. Looking up towards the top of the stairs she hoped this was it, these old buildings could be like rabbit warrens.

Managing to make the top silently, her face contorted by the pain in her back, what a time to chose to let her down. Her features cleared slightly as she realized that this was the guest area, now what was the number of Pru’s room? The detective had mentioned it briefly when they had talked that first time here.

Charlie leaned against the wall wanting to sink to the floor and laying there until the pain in her back diminished. Summoning up her remaining strength she began moving forward towards room three. She was sure that was the number Pru had mentioned yesterday.

Here goes nothing, knocking on the door softly at first. When there was no answer, she rapped louder. If the woman didn’t wake up, she might alert the people in the bar. Sounds traveled when you least expected or wanted them to, especially at night.

Once more she rapped her knuckles against the dark oak door, silently wishing Pru to hear her.

* * * * *

Jenny looked over her old photos, at least the ones that she displayed in her home for anyone to see. Her special ones were locked up in a strong box along with several of her journals, a poignant reminder of the old days; in her case the good old days. As she saw it now, her life was drawing to a close in many ways. She no longer garnered any respect from her comrades, the opposite in fact! What remained of any power base she had, had shredded before her this evening. What could possibly have been brought to the detective’s notice to pursue an investigation into something that was a relic of the past…of no importance anymore to anyone or anyone of note? Bootle didn’t really count; she wasn’t an official in any capacity to hurt them.

Her eyes traveled over the pictures of schoolchildren that had attended the school. Many still lived in the village and those that didn’t, who were few and far between, had gone onto successful lives in other parts of the country. Even some had managed to make it abroad. She smiled, knowing she had been instrumental in them being where they were now. It was a matter of record and something she had to admit a growing pride of, especially in her later years. She might not have always thought so in the early years when she was teaching the English youngsters. Over time that had changed, a subtle irony she always thought.

A heavy sigh escaped as she touched a long bony figure to one frame in particular, a rather special one. The first full academic year after the war and she had tutored one particular pupil for over a year to enable him to attend university, almost two decades later, that man was running for parliament, he even kept in touch! Had things been different and espionage still one of their strong points, Ben Riddle would not be giving the orders…she would, especially with a Member of Parliament who chose her as a confidant.  All that was now a pipe dream and there was a chance that they would finally be found out. After all these years under deep cover, it simply wasn’t fair play!

Walking over to the small cupboard under the stairs, she opened it switching on the light which shed light into the darkness allowing her to spy what she wanted immediately, her strong box. It had been a long time since she’d allowed the contents the light of day as the dust exhibited, wiping away the thick layer heaving the heavy container out of its recess. Lifting a chain from around her neck, placing the gold tiny key in the lock and hearing the snick as the mechanism opened.

Kneeling on the floor beside the box, knowing that later she would pay for this action with aches and pains, but it was worth it. Flipping back the steel lid her eyes glazing with unshed tears, as she saw the numerous photo’s she hid from view. Clutching several, she reminisced for a few minutes over each one. Her family, friends, colleagues and her pride and joy, the day she was given her first medal of merit by Hitler himself! What an honor that had been shortly before she had been given this assignment. She suspected it was because of the medal that she had gained the recognition for such a plum role in the early strategy of the time. Picking up the velvet case, she removed the medal gently, fingering the pattern with inner pride. If things had turned out differently, she would have had more than one medal for her efforts here in this country they called home but had no allegiance for.

Her eyes strayed to the journals and private papers, including her birth certificate. Inspecting the name printed there, such a long time since she’d been called by that name…Gilder Bruamere.

Dropping the item back in its case, she pulled over one of the journals dated nineteen forty, dates, details and explicit secret documents sent to verify the plan’s undertaken. If anyone found this information, it would be the end. Everything was here. From the first message they had back in the early thirties to setting up the school as a refugee camp to enable them to carry out their mass killings, down to the final message informing them of their great leader’s demise and to await further instructions…they were still waiting.

Pulling out the journal that planned the demise of Violet Reed, having been given a clear command from their superiors. The spy had been instrumental in giving the resistance in France their first major breakthrough on the intelligence front. Finally allowing the underground force credence and hope and faith that there was always hope of a chance to come back from the edge to the people of that beleaguered country. It had been easy to arrange. The woman had a contrived conversation between one of their spies at the government office she attended from time to time and their spy had, ironically, also been a lover of Millicent Packer who had talked with great relish about her small backwater village, if not her work. How easy it had been to push that into the conversation with the spy falling for it, and then coming here for a break thinking that she would be safe in Snagglenook. Looks can be deceptive and that had been the case in this tiny country village. This was another reason why no one in the government had looked for Violet. Her records had been forged, Millicent’s superior had seen to that, presumed missing on a secret mission.

They had always known of Millicent’s involvement with the records coming into the country and while she was tight lipped about her job, it had been easier to have her watched by other operatives rather than have her killed here in the village …at first that was. Then she had finally cracked under passion. A day before her death, she had let it slip that she was working on a secret cell in the country; tied to a spy in the government and that she was close to understanding the code. There was no way she could be allowed to do so. Devising a plan to kill both of the women with marvelous English weather played right into their hands.  Ransome had fixed the brakes on Violet’s car to fail with repeated use and in torrential rain that would be the case, especially coming down the hill to the village. The message from Millicent to Charlie to advise she would be on the late train had been diverted in London, the farm worker hadn’t known Millicent was going to be back that evening. The spy had been given a message that there was an urgent package for her on the train due in that evening and it was for her eyes only, she should personally collect it.

No one, but Millicent ever alighted from the train at the station in the late evening and Violet was the only one from the village, other than the stationmaster, who would be there. It had all worked out to perfection. Or had it? Re-reading the notes, Jenny tried but failed once more to find out how anyone could have known about them…unless, perhaps Monique had finally confessed to her part of the plan, it was a remote possibility. She was clutching at straws; she knew it, however that was all she had to go on. It had to have been…her mind worked furtively over the information. Suddenly recalling Monique had been killed in forty-four in an air raid over London, her cover had never been blown!

Pushing all the things back in the box she closed the lid locking it up and replacing the key around her neck. She shut the cupboard door switching off the light. Her secrets again in darkness, buried until the next time.

Struggling to stand, her bones creaked causing pain as the arthritis kicked back with a vengeance. Unsteadily, she walked back to her favorite chair and the hot drink she had prepared earlier.  She knew it was time to leave, it had been a long time coming and now it was here. She felt relief, yes, relief. A lifetime of deceit was hard on the best of them and she had, in her time, been the best!

* * * * *

“Packer, let’s make it easy on ourselves and walk up the fire-escape, it’s the quicker route.” Violet wished she knew how to fly. That might have helped, but they didn’t know how, and each thing they learned in this new after life of theirs was at a price.

“Good idea, Violet,” Milly made for the wrought iron steps and ran up with the spy moving as quickly as she could to follow her.

“Did you run for miles in your spare time, Packer, because you sure can beat me a hundred times over.”

Grinning at the backhanded compliment, Milly turned back to the wheezing smaller woman, “Remember, we don’t have the same physical boundaries we used to have. How is it you’re out of breath?”

“Habit,” Violet muttered a step behind the taller woman.

“The detective’s room is the one immediately next to the steps, want to go inside unannounced?” Without waiting for an answer Milly walked through the wall and with an exaggerated sigh Violet followed, cannoning into her as she entered the room.

“Damn, Packer, that hurt!” the pounding on the door quickly attracted Violet to the situation in the room. “What’s wrong, are we too late?”

“No. She’s sleeping heavily though. Maybe she’s taken something to sleep. Isn’t this the time you try to contact her and we tell her everything then we can all get out of this place for good.”

“Not as easy as that, Packer. Anyway, we need a third party and no, that isn’t you! Charlie we need Charlie.”

“Easier said than done. Who the hell is knocking on the door?” Milly’s face contorted in annoyance as she moved away from the almost corpse like woman in the bed, who was snoring like a trooper, to check who was knocking.

“Who is it?” Violet saw the look of astonishment on Packer’s face that quickly put her head through the door and then pulled it back just as quickly.

“I’ll give you two guesses.”

“Oh don’t play games, Packer. Is it Riddle, are we too late to save her?”

“No Charlie. It’s Charlie outside the door. Now to get her inside, any suggestions?” Milly glanced at the ex-spy who was, she had to admit, a very beautiful woman, if you liked them petite, which she didn’t, not usually that is.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Milly asked innocently knowing exactly what she meant.

Shrugging her shoulders Violet gazed pointedly at the door, “what about Charlie?”

Lifting up her hands. Milly literally didn’t have a clue what to do; it wasn’t in her knowledge span. “I don’t know. As I said, you’re the expert in these matters, you work it out!”

“Don’t be so damn…awkward, Packer, it doesn’t become you. I haven’t a clue either. You can be so exasperating, did you know that. You were looking at me as if I was waiting to be picked up like a common whore. Is that what you did when you were in London alone without Charlie?”

Milly felt her cheeks grow hot, not through embarrassment, but anger, what had it to do with her anyway!

“I’d no more than pick you up from a bar or anywhere come to that. Even if you were the last woman on the planet, stick that in your pipe and smoke it.”

Anger emanating from both women the sparks evident in every corner of the room, “Take a hike, Packer, I wouldn’t want you if you were the last person living on the planet, down here or up there!”

“Planet, down here or up there…” Milly and Violet looked around as the exact words she’d uttered in anger came from the heavily sleeping woman who was struggling to revive herself.

“You’ve done it, Violet, speak to her again, now!” walking over to the woman sleeping in the bed. It was hard to tell if she was going to respond again but she had to, she really did, or there would be no hope for either her or Charlie.

“Damn you, Packer, if only…” her eyes caught and held her unwanted partner in this ectoplasm world.  Focusing now on the task at hand, she urged Pru to wake up and answer the door. Several times she cajoled and pushed her along in the thought process and although they could hear her repeat the mantra, her body refused to move out of the bed.

“For Charlie, Pru. You must let Charlie inside, she needs you, now!” the urgency or maybe Charlie’s name had the desired effect as the detective groggily repeated the large woman’s name over and over again.  Scrambling to free herself from the covers on the bed, she finally unsteadily moved towards the door, unlocking and opening it a fraction.

That was all Charlie needed as she heaved a sigh of relief, pushing herself inside and closing the door quickly behind her. “Thank God you heard me Pru, I thought you were asleep.”

As the words left Charlie’s lips, Pru collapsed on the floor in an untidy heap. That never happened in the movies; usually a lover’s willing arms saved the damsel in distress from the unglamorous fall. In this case, Charlie was too late to react and gave out an oath as she knelt beside the spindly younger woman.

“Are you okay, Pru? Come on now, I need you to talk to me.” Under her breath Charlie whispered several unsavory words not suitable for a lady, as her mother would say, although to her mind totally in keeping with their current situation.

“Time for you to do your thing again, Violet, now is a good time I do believe.”

“I can’t. It isn’t easy to keep that kind of anger going indefinitely and especially now that I know how it works. Can’t you try? You get angrier than me most of the time and in fact, you get downright rude.”

“When I get mad, things move around in the room. You appear to speak through people. Guess they gave us those special talents, if you can call them that.” Milly considered the situation carefully. Violet wasn’t the irate type of woman having shown that in the short time they had been together. Usually her fits of temper were provoked by something she said. Now that the spy knew how it worked, she conceded it could be difficult to keep up for a long length of time. So what could they do about that?

“That’s true I suppose. We could try that if all else fails.” Glancing around the sparsely furnished room she realized there wasn’t much to move around. Unless they spun the bed around and that would take some concentration and a level of anger she wasn’t willing to see not when she was this close up.

They both watched Charlie trying unsuccessfully to revive the detective. It was very clear to all in the room she had been drugged. Milly’s thoughts turned to one thing that perhaps would take the spy by surprise and make her mad. They had few options left and time was in even shorter supply. Taking in a deep breath she stared at Charlie then placed a hand on Violet’s arm turning her sufficiently to take her by surprise. Pulling her into a warm embrace she kissed the woman in what she thought was a tender yet passionate encounter, which to many of her old lovers, usually had the desired effect and they fell into her bed. Here she was going to be lucky if she didn’t come away without a black eye.

However, it did have the desired effect as Violet spluttered and pushed Packer away, shouting at her with such force she was sure the glass in the windows shuddered at the impact.

Angry for lots of reasons, some she didn’t even want to dwell on, Violet screamed at Packer to never touch her again. What also happened, Charlie was startled by the aggression from Pru who simultaneously shouted those very words to her.

“Whoa there, Pru I wasn’t doing anything…I would never! All I wanted was for you to wake up, I’m sorry.”

Milly congratulated herself on a job well done as she waved a hand towards Pru with an irritating smirk on her face or so Violet thought.

“Charlie, don’t be sorry. This is Violet, Violet Reed, do you remember me?”

Stunned at the question, the large woman could only gaze at the mumbling heavily glazed eyes of the detective. Oh no, not again, was she having hallucinations, this wasn’t the time or place.

“Violet, the Violet Reed who was murdered?”

“Yes that one and I have Pack…Millicent with me too. She wants you to know that she’s grateful for your help in tracking down the killers.” Milly glared at Violet. She could have said something warmer than that. It sounded so…so cold!

“Couldn’t you have…”Milly was shocked by the next words uttered from the ex-spy.

“Shut up, Packer! When I’ve finished here, you and I will speak then and only then.” The words were spoken only to her in a whisper and were not repeated by Pru.

“Is she okay? You know what I mean.” Charlie had trouble with this as anyone who considered himself or herself a straightforward practical type of person.

“Yes, she’s fine now. You need to listen to me carefully, Charlie and please, no matter how ridiculous it sounds, you have to believe me. Can you do that?”

“I can try.” Wondering what was coming next.

Relating all that they knew to Charlie, even to her ears it sounded preposterous, even though they knew it was true.

“I don’t believe that Sam Cransky is involved, he can’t be!” Charlie wasn’t surprised at Ransome or Riddle and even Gilmore’s involvement. However Sam, no, that wasn’t possible! He was always so nice and jolly, a true Countryman. They had to have that wrong.

“I’m sorry, Charlie, but he is. We don’t know where he comes in to the scheme of things. Although if you wait around much longer and don’t get Pru out of here, you might find out by being on the receiving end of whatever they have planned.”

“What have they done to her?” Charlie tenderly stroked away the stray hair that had fallen over her face. She looked so young and no one would have thought she was a private detective.

“We’re not sure. Perhaps she’s been drugged maybe they spiked her drink. All we know is that you don’t have much time, can you carry her out of here, Charlie?” Violet sensed that Charlie didn’t quite believe her and as she glanced in Packer’s direction a concerned look came over the tall woman.

“What’s wrong?” Milly gave Violet a strange stare and disappeared through the door. Damn that woman, she never just came right out and told her things.

“Will she be alright, she’s not going to die is she?” A note of desperation flooded Charlie’s voice.

“No, Charlie, not if we can help it. Now please, we need to leave this place now. I think the sooner we get to a police station the better, don’t you?”

As she answered the woman, Milly arrived back in the room. “Where did you go?”

“For drinks with the boys downstairs, where did you think I went? We need to leave now or Charlie will be found out, they’re finishing their drinks.”

“Now, Charlie, we need to go now! Pick her up and get out of here as fast as you can.”

Charlie hearing the tempo rise dramatically picked the slight detective up with ease and walked over to the door. Listening intently before she opened it she went down the back stairs.

“Damn, I should have told her to take the fire escape!” Violet admonished herself as the large woman with her precious cargo negotiated the narrow stairs leading to the small hallway she had earlier entered.

Just as she reached half way down the passageway, Ransome walked through the door from the bar intent on his criminal purpose and saw Charlie, “what the hell! Ben, get over here with that gun. We have a couple of fleeing customers,” his evil laughter ringing in the small hallway.

“Shit, what do we do now?” Violet turned to Packer, panic in her tone.

Milly had seen the potential problem, especially when he was talking about harming her ex-lover. No one did that, not while she was within earshot. Seething inside like mercury bubbling ready to explode, she did just that as the man increased his speed, which would easily have allowed him to catch up with Charlie.

Venting her anger the only way she knew how in her current appearance, Milly tilted all the barrels in front of the man toppling them over and crashing them around him causing him to trip and fall. Each time he got up to chase after Charlie and Pru, she did it again until finally the door closing behind Charlie heralded the end of Ransome’s attempt to catch up with them.

Ben Riddle, with shotgun in hand, couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw Ransome struggling with the barrels. “How did you manage to knock those over, they weigh a ton?”

With a malicious look, Ransome muttered under his breath, then shouted for the old man to shoot them down in the street. Shaking his head, Riddle declined the offer, turning back to the bar in silence.

“We’d better see where Charlie and Pru have gone.” Violet said quietly as she silently applauded Packer’s handiwork. In an odd kind of way, they had a great partnership.

“I agree.” Both ghosts gave Ransome an impertinent wave that he couldn’t see, pity really, as they walked through the wall leading to the street.

* * * * *

Charlie gasped for breath as she made for the main village street. It was only a hundred yards from the pub, but it seemed like a hundred miles as she realized how close she and Pru had come to being victims to more crime here in Snagglenook. Her heart was beating like a marching drum on parade as she ran to the first row of houses. All the lights were extinguished and she knew that everyone would be in bed. Then she remembered Mary. Yes, the barmaid might still be awake and could help them; she knew she would. She had to or Ransome would eventually catch up to them. Constable Picton’s cottage was on the outskirts of town…she’d never make it. Though how she had gotten out of the pub had been a miracle. When she had time she would reflect on that.

Wheezing at the added burden of carrying the detective, who might be of small stature, but running with what seemed like a pack of wild dogs behind her, the burden became heavier than she could ever have thought possible. No matter, she would never have left Pru behind. They were in this together and would remain so until it was all solved.

Finally arriving at Mary’s parent’s cottage, Charlie looked around. Thankfully no one was following her. She hadn’t dared look behind before and a part of her thought that her ghostly guardian angels had something to do with that fact.

Placing Pru down gently against the door, Charlie knocked on the heavy wooden door refusing to give up her pounding until a few minutes later Mary, dragging on her fleecy nightgown, opened the door. “What the heck! Charlie, what’s wrong?” her anger at being woken from just dropping off to sleep swiftly turned to concern at the breathless woman at her door and giving a curious stare at the bundle placed against the doorjamb.

“We need help, Mary.” Charlie gasped out as she bent over Pru checking that the woman was still breathing. The detective needed to be seen by a doctor.

“Of course, of course, come in, I’ll get mother.” Mary opened the door wider allowing them in as Charlie struggled through the small doorway. Glancing up into the shocked face of Mary’s parents, who, when they saw it was a familiar figure in the shape of the Manor lower farm manager, galvanized themselves into action to help.

Watching the events unfurl, Milly and Violet were relieved. It looked like a happy ending after all, no way could the police not investigate the others.  “Do you think we should go inside?”

Violet shook her head; “No, we’ll keep watch until they leave the cottage.”

“Shall we check on Riddle and his foot soldier? I hate to just wait around?” Milly knew there wasn’t much more they could do and if she were able, she would have loved to kick that stupid handsome expression off Ransome’s face. He deserved it and a great deal more.

“Haven’t you seen enough of them? I can tell you, I have for a lifetime or should I say eternity.” Why couldn’t Packer leave it be? They knew the truth and by tomorrow everything would be in the open. They hadn’t come up with concrete proof true, but there was enough superficial evidence for a preliminary investigation. That would be enough to wheedle the rats out of the dark hole they had ingratiated for themselves.

“I guess it’s that part of me that wants to make sure they are where we think they are. Might decide to run out of town and I want them to pay for what they did to us!”

Violet heard the venom in the statement, “What about all the others as well. Don’t you want them to pay for everyone they murdered?”

A red streak crossed Milly’s cheek as she considered the question, had this all been a personal vendetta? If it had, she was as guilty as they were and they had the grounds of war on their side, initially anyway. War had harsh and tragic consequences. She and Violet didn’t, not now. The war had been over long ago and theirs had been a quest for information and the truth, not outright vengeance. Could she stop herself demanding her own piece of flesh?

“Yes! Yes, of course I do, that goes without saying.” Annoyed that once more this beautiful woman had second guessed her and been right.

Compassionate eyes rested on the troubled woman, “I want them to have justice too, Packer, for all their victims and now they will, I think. We can be grateful that we saved two more from that fate. At least that must make you feel good, it certainly does me.”

“I’m going to check on them, you stay here.” Milly announced leaving Violet, who watched her go. Her whole manner was one of a person struggling with right and wrong and the latter winning.

Oh, Packer, what are we going to do with you when all this is over?

Milly was torn between her anguish over Charlie, anger at the people who had forced her death so early in her life and most of all, her inability to do anything physically about it all. What would happen now that they knew the truth? Would the authorities believe any of this? They hadn’t exactly done well at her and Violet’s inquest. It wasn’t enough, not for her to leave it to others. She had to feel that they got what was coming to them. Surely Violet wasn’t that goody two shoes that she didn’t see it that way as well! Damn the woman for having such a gentle nature even to those that hurt her. Stupid she’d called it and probably why she’d ended up dead anyway, probably trusted the wrong people! Who in their right mind would have given Ransome their car to work on, she was so gullible! Forgetting that Ransome had been the only person you could take your car to since he was the garage owner and the only one in town.

Foresight was a wonderful thing! The thought drifted as she tried to wipe out Violet’s compassionate, understanding of the situation. However, she couldn’t. The woman had a habit of getting under her skin on more than this level.

Gliding through the bricks of the pub she walked into the bar. The light had been extinguished and only the moonlight through the chinks in the curtains shed any light inside. There was no sign of Ransome, had he fled? She wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t hear anyone in the building and normally she did, it was another benefit of being in this condition. The senses were fantastic, remarkable! Where was Riddle? Had they left the sinking ship like all rats did, which wouldn’t have surprised her at all.

She saw a couple of empty glasses left on the bar counter. Yes, they’d been drinking, she had seen that earlier, nothing unusual there then she saw the shotgun on the floor of the room, why leave it there?

Moving towards the gun the bar curved as she rounded the corner, it was apparent why it was there. Ben Riddle was lying in a pool of blood, his own she surmised, as half of his head had been blown off, obviously shot at close range. Had it been suicide or murder and where was Ransome?

Standing over the man, she half expected his ectoplasm to jump out of his body to greet her; wouldn’t she have liked that. Oh yeah, she would. They would be on level pegging then and it would have given her great satisfaction to tell him she had something to do with his demise, even if it had taken twenty years.

A short time later, she had checked every nook and cranny in the building. Ransome wasn’t anywhere to be found. A thought occurred to her, what if he decided that his only hope was to shut Charlie and Pru up for good! God, she should have listened to Violet and stayed behind. Maybe one day she might do that…listen to the ex-spy.

Moving as fast as she could out of the building, she was relieved to see Violet waiting patiently beside the cottage and a police vehicle, containing the resident Constable, about to arrive at the doorstep.

Ransome didn’t stand a chance now, not that he ever had with them on the case! Her smile grew wider as she neared Violet. Strangely enough, she felt better and beamed brighter still when Violet saw her and grinned happily back!

* * * * *

Up there -

“I was remiss in sending you back, it was far too early in your redemption process, and I now realize that. However, it hasn’t caused any major problem, everything is as it should be.”

The Custodian wasn’t sure if that meant what he wanted it to mean or it was merely something that his superior wanted him convinced it should be. His senior had been hauled over the coals for what had happened recently, allowing newbies to go it alone without proper counsel or back up, which had contravened many rules and ruffled even more feathers.

“What of the women?”

Annoyed at the question those two women had been a proverbial thorn in the side since their arrival and now, as far as he was concerned, it was all over. “They have their truth, exactly what they wanted.”

“Good news. Is it time for me to return them, after all, they are long overdue for placement?”

“Forget them, they will find their own way back! I have more important work for you, come along now.”

The Custodian looked long and hard down at the physical Earth. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, how could his senior dismiss them placing no importance on their existence, it wasn’t right!

“I can’t, she saved me!” his voice rasped out knowing what this would do to his reputation and chances of a decent relocation in the near future.

“What are you talking about? I saved you from the hell that was tormenting you a long time ago. You are delusional. It sometimes happens when people with your lack of character are sent back…never fear, very soon now you will find peace again. Come, time is wasting we have things to do.”

Closing his eyes for a fraction of a second, which was too long here as his senior disappeared. All he could do was follow and try again to convince him that the women needed help to get back. The only thing amiss with that plan was time truly did pass quickly up here and dependant on the plans his senior had for him, it could be many earth years before that happened…centuries more likely.

* * * * *

The papers had a field day with Snagglenook, as the news leaked of spies, executions and murders running rampant in the village. Even the locals, who were original descendants of those over the centuries, were suspect as traitors to their country. As with all sensational stories, within a week the tabloids would move onto another juicy story line, leaving only the regular authorities to clear up the mess left behind.

Charlie was in shock. Not enough to warrant being in the hospital like her friend who had been rushed there under doctor’s orders and having her stomach pumped out when she’d plucked her from certain death they now knew. Her evidence, as it was, had been required immediately. She had spent hours with the police then government officials who had treated her initially with guarded suspicion eased off as details were checked and verified.  Somewhere in the foray, when she had been floundering, a part of her had felt her hand being held tightly to help her through this. Fanciful thinking she knew, though anything was possible now she thought. Possibly Milly had been with her through it and thinking that way had helped.

Now seventy-two hours after her interrogation and the retrieval of documents pertinent to her claims, she was released and praised for her bravery and fortitude when danger had almost been the death of her also. They even whispered she might end up with a bravery medal in the near future.

To her, that was unimportant, she wanted to see Pru and make sure she was okay. Although she was bone weary, all she could think of was visiting the hospital and here she was, making her way along the corridor to Pru’s room, a bunch of daisies in her hand.

Arriving at the room, the door was slightly ajar and she could hear voices and laughter, presumably Pru’s family. Unable to stop herself she listened to the family banter. There appeared to be at least three unfamiliar male voices and a female one, she knew this was a bad time. Continuing to eavesdrop on the conversations, she heard Pru’s voice, making her smile. All that mattered was her friend was well on the way to recovery and realizing she was in the best hands now, people who loved her.

The thought, although wonderful, had a depressing effect as she turned to leave…she would be no more than an intruder in a family get together. Perhaps tomorrow she would drop by and see her before the detective left the area for good. Tired beyond belief, yawning heavily and her feet feeling like lead, she knew she needed to get some rest anyway. She would miss the bird like woman in her life, whenever they were together it was simply…perfect!

* * * * *

“You can’t let this happen, Packer, I refuse to believe you will.” Violet watched the dejected figure of Charlie turn away from the detective’s room. The woman had been through so much and for the sake of idiotic pride, was going to just turn her back and not say anything. Chances were, she would never return. Human nature always found something else to do when forced into a difficult, emotional situation.

“Give it a rest, please, you have been hassling me for days. If it’s not moaning that I didn’t go to the police station when Charlie was interrogated, it’s this! What the heck do you want me to do, for pity’s sake?”

“You should have been with her through all that! She needed your support, as it was, I held her hand through it all. One of us had to because Pru wasn’t able! I wonder if you do have a heart, Packer, I really do.”

“I have a heart or did, not sure what you would call it now.” Milly watched, in what to her, was slow motion, Charlie walking away from the detective’s room. What did she need to do? Nothing at all! Charlie didn’t want to stay and that was okay by her.

“She can’t share anything with you, Packer. Not your touch, your bed or expressions of your love, though that’s debatable…okay, I’ll detract that, for now.” Violet eyed the woman with a mixture of distaste and pity. Packer was still living in the past. Wonder why she was so bitter with the world the way it was going? She might eventually find out if they didn’t get back up there soon.

After a few seconds of them both watching Charlie move further away from Pru’s room, “Anyone ever tell you that you don’t mask your punches?”

The rush of adrenaline she felt at the inadequacies of her position hit her hard and the small library table slid in front of Charlie, barring her way to such an extent she knocked it over and books flew everywhere.

The commotion caused enough clamor to have people pop their heads out of various rooms to look at what the entire hubbub was.

Charlie, embarrassed at the mess, quickly mouthed sorry to those close to her as she scrambled to pick up the volumes scattered on the polished floor. A broad shouldered man stood at the entrance of the door to Pru’s room smiling kindly at the large woman picking up the books that were strewn along the corridor.

“Want some help?” he grinned good-naturedly and Charlie was struck by something familiar about him.

“That’s okay you keep Pru…company,” the man looked at her closely then his smile grew wider.

“How about I clear up the mess and you keep my sister company. She’s been waiting for you, Charlie isn’t it?” His voice so sincere and friendly Charlie could do little but smile back at him. Placing an errant book in his hands, she left him to clear up her mess walking shyly into the hospital room he had vacated.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Charlie was welcomed as part of the family when she arrived inside the room, especially from grateful parents who thanked her for their daughter’s life. All Charlie could do was gaze at Pru and have the stare returned with as much affection if not more. Perhaps there was some merit in putting your life at risk…you might find someone to love.

“You did good, Packer, always knew you would.”

“You did not!” Milly answered with venom that lasted a fraction of a second until she saw the teasing eyes of her partner in crime or should it be death.

“Have it your way, its time you know.”

“Time for what, exactly?”

“For us to go. We know what happened, we found the truth, maybe that’s the answer to the puzzle.” Milly gave her a concentrated frown. They hoped they didn’t have to spend too much more time together, it would probably end up with them strangling each other, if that would have any meaning, she highly doubted it.

“It couldn’t be that straightforward could it? Nothing else has been.”

“True, we can hope. I think we still have that left.” Violet walked towards the end of the corridor. If they couldn’t go back up there, at least they could leave this place. Their time here was done, everything accomplished, barring Ransome’s capture, but the authorities were looking for him.

“Where are you going?” Milly looked back towards the detective’s hospital room. She hadn’t spoken to Charlie yet and she wanted to, if to do no more than say sorry; and she was very, very sorry for her infidelity in the past.

“Home,” Violet replied as she left the building.

Musing over that single word, Milly wondered what it meant. They really didn’t have a home, did they?

“Hey, wait for me!” she gathered pace and followed Violet out of the building.

* * * * *

Charlie had enjoyed the hour with Pru’s family. They had welcomed her as one of them and over the short period of time, she felt they meant every word. Her heart swelled with pride at some of their comments and she was equally embarrassed when they praised her bravery to which she replied it had been their daughter’s influence that had manifested her courage.

As the family left to go for lunch knowing their daughter was in capable hands, Mr. Sullivan spoke to Charlie on his way out, “Should you ever want to join a detective agency, Ms. Bootle, I’m first in line for your services, okay?”

Charlie grinned in pleasure knowing it was a passing remark, nothing substantial. “Thanks, you’ll be the first to know.”

“I doubt that.” He winked at her and left the room closing the door behind him.

Turning back to Pru, Charlie smiled warmly, “your family is nice.”

“Nice! Charlie, don’t be silly. They are concerned for my welfare. They love me and now they love you, nice doesn’t cover it, I’m afraid.” Pru still felt like a thousand horses had trampled her stomach though tomorrow, the doctor had said, she could go home and her mother had been there, bad idea. Home meant that, in the maternal sense, she wasn’t going into any more danger for sometime if her mother had the last word.

“I think that’s going a little far, don’t you? They hardly know me and your Dad was being nice about the job in the agency.”

Rolling her eyes, Pru chuckled softly before reaching out and clasping Charlie’s hand. “My Dad never says anything he doesn’t mean. If you want to be a detective, he’ll be first in line with a contract, trust me.”

“Why? I haven’t done anything. You were the detective, I just tagged along for the ride.”

Pru grinned she loved this woman…wow had she thought that? A tender smile tugged at her lips, God, what an admission, but so very true.

“Tell me what happened please?” Pru clutched the large hand. It was firm, calloused in places, but to her, pleasantly so. This was her Charlie and nothing could change that.

“After I took you from the Forest Green, Riddle committed suicide with his shotgun, at least at the moment that’s the verdict. Ransome has disappeared he might have been responsible. They have put an all bulletins out for him, so far no luck. Jenny Gilmore committed suicide after taking a sleeping draught similar to the one you had, except they were too late to help her. Adding silently, thank goodness.  The police are not ruling out suspicious circumstances. However, she did leave a note, therefore more than likely suicide. They searched her place and found a strong box containing incriminating evidence that involved her, Riddle, Ransome and Sam Cransky! I was shocked, but now I’m sickened. He minced up the remains and sold it to the farms for the animal feed. Can you believe it, Pru; I fed some of the animals on the farm human remains! I…” Her tears fell fast and furious. How could she have lived with herself if Milly had been a victim in that way? Fortunately for her, Milly’s body had been spared such a gruesome end.

As if in tune with her, Pru spoke softly, “Millicent was saved that terrible fate, Charlie, at least we have that to be thankful for.”

Leaning closer, Charlie held onto both of Pru’s hands, “Thank you.” Her tears trailed unashamedly down her cheeks.

“Thank me, for what?” Pru didn’t understand, but knew Charlie would tell her in her own time.

“For understanding everything.” Wiping away as many tears as possible she smiled, “Guess I’m a little emotional right about now.”

Pru watched her with tenderness. No doubt about it, her dad might want Charlie in the business, but she wanted her in her life full stop. “I love you, Charlie, everything about you. You make me feel safe when danger surrounds me…it’s incredible. I want, no, need to understand you. Thank you for coming into my life.”

What could she say? The woman was probably feeling sorry for her. “I…I care about you too, Pru.”

“I think you more than care, Charlie. That’s okay, we’ll work on it, if you don’t mind.”

Charlie looked directly into sparkly eyes, this was all she ever wanted, craved, desired, whatever one wanted to call it. At one time, she had thought she had it all with Milly, but that had been on shifting sands, her lover’s affairs had proved that. This felt different, a dream maybe, but a wonderful one and she would make it happen. Pru was worth it more so than Milly. A part of her knew Pru wouldn’t cheat on her and it felt right, as simple as that. “I don’t mind at all, whenever you want.”

“Really, how about now?” Taking the larger woman’s face in her hands she moved closer and sealed the question with a kiss, a promise for a new beginning.

* * * * *

The old oak tree basked in the sunshine that dappled through its branches shedding light on the two figures sitting next to each other under the boughs. Neither spoke, each contemplating what to do next or what might happen to them next.

“Okay, run it by me again. What did the senior Custodian say?”  Milly couldn’t believe they were trapped here. Better yet, abandoned! They couldn’t do that, could they?

“We have to find the code before we could go back.”

“You accepted that. What aren’t you telling me?” Violet had to be keeping secrets, she was a spy, and they did that kind of thing well.

“Nothing, that’s all he said.”

“Did you have a choice, could you have stayed up there? Is that why you were gone so long? Damn, I knew it!” Milly’s mind rushed on like a steam train.

“What? What do you know or what do you think you knew? Nothing I bet, nothing at all! You are so full of your own esteem. Take a good look at your track record.”

“You are so…God, so bloody pious it’s unbelievable! I doubt even the Pope can hold a candle to you. I confess it all! I made mistakes and I had affairs! I wasn’t perfect. What are you going to do, sue me?” Standing up Milly looked at the village. It no longer felt like home. Nothing did really, except maybe one thing and that was mind blowing in the extreme.

“I can’t believe you said all that garbage! Go back to old faithful Charlie! I hope you both will be very happy together.” The comment was spiteful, but reflected what she thought at this time. Standing alongside the much taller woman she gave her one last look and walked away.

For several seconds Milly allowed Violet to go then realized that she was the only thing in her life that had any meaning anymore, familiar and stable when everything else was fluctuating around them. “Where are you going?”

“As far away from you as possible.”

That simple statement hit Millicent harder than an axe to the head could have done. She didn’t want to be alone, she really didn’t. Her selfish desires would always raise their head she just knew it.

“I thought you couldn’t go back without me.“ A long shot she knew, but what else could she say.

“Ah, that’s where you are wrong. I went back, remember.”

Musing over the comment for a few moments Milly wondered…

“Sure you did, but you came back, why?”

Violet stopped in her tracks, why exactly had she come back? Was it primarily for the truth or was it that underlying feeling that not only Charlie and Pru needed her, but this woman as well? Not that she had any romantic feelings for the woman, she didn’t. Though she could give her a great testimony on her kissing skills.

“What’s so funny?” Milly perplexed at the strange smile that crossed the smaller woman’s lips.

“Nothing, maybe you.” Waiting for the usual irate reaction. She was pleasantly surprised when all she received was a turn of the head and a glint in the eyes she refused to analyze.

“We made a great team, Violet.”

Violet’s back stiffened. Damn this woman, she knew how to press the buttons. “Yes we did, sometimes!”

“I’m sorry, Violet, I’ll try harder. Do you mind if I come too, please?” For the first time in her life Milly did feel remorse for her attitude.

“I have one stipulation you have to meet, otherwise we go separate ways.”

“Absolutely, name it.”

Violet bit down on her lip, she had to say this. It was causing her far too much confusion and they had enough of that at the moment. “When you want me to get angry try another cause and effect, please.”

For a few moments Milly didn’t understand, her frown cleared as it clicked. Violet was talking about the kisses!

“I had the impression…okay, forget it. I can do that.” Grinning as wide as a barn door.

“You better or I’ll leave you.” Violet felt a pang at that comment herself. She and Packer were partners, whatever that meant. All she knew was that it called to her and that was something she had never experienced before. Maybe this was what they called a true friendship.

Milly gasped from the pain that comment caused. Hell, the woman might be more under her skin than she expected. How irony taunted her by having a straight woman as her partner and one she was beginning to like perhaps too much. “Okay, you got it, where to now?”

Violet turned, her eyes sparkling, “I’ve always wanted to see the world. What better way, we don’t have to pay. Are you game?”

The lips curling in an enchanting smile were enough for Milly; she capitulated without a murmur.

“The world it is, any objection if I chose where first?”

“Oh, I knew it, you again…it’s all about you!”

They left the grounds of the hospital on their way to…adventures. Death was only the beginning and who knew if they might find further mysteries to tempt them along the way.

The End