Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Are you sure you want it quickly?This maniac needs to be caught and quickly. Call for DI Frost of the yard I say ...
Are you sure you want it quickly?This maniac needs to be caught and quickly. Call for DI Frost of the yard I say ...
Hmmm you make a valid point PrPr - let's keep the esteemed DI South of the border for the time beingAre you sure you want it quickly?
A chapter with less 'action' but one that I loved simply because the narrative left the reader unsure as to who of the protagonists was in the greater danger, Alex and Jess or the monstrous Graeme ... looking forward to the next piece.[Episode 23}
“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?”*
The first thing Graeme had heard dumfounded him, “This is Graeme’s cove.” What the blazes, He thought! Who were these people? How did they know his assumed name?
He moved to the edge of the rock to stay out of sight and yet maybe hear their conversation.
He did a quick peek around and realized he recognized the girl. Jessie McTaggert. He'd scoped her out, even entered her place twice. She was a tempting target, attractive, fit, very intelligent with some hidden submissiveness. She could make an excellent trophy for the right customer. Hell, he'd love to put the bitch through his training. She seemed just his type. But Graeme rarely snatched girls anymore on speculation or to gratify his personal preferences. Also, he’d just harvested that other girl, Sorcha, from near where Jessie lived. Two girls missing in the same area in a short time would be a stupid move. Graeme was careful – he planned his actions – he wasn’t stupid like all the others who got caught!
He looked again. The man was not familiar. He didn't live with Jessie. Graeme knew that from seeing her place. Yet, they seemed quite close. She had her arm around his shoulders and rested her head on his shoulder. If only Jessie would do that with me!
Enough of appearance, Graeme told himself as he moved around the rock. I've got to hear some of their conversation.
“Whit wey? This is Graeme’s Cove?”
“Yes, I’m positive. Remember that iron ring?”
“Aye, aw roostie, wi nae sign o use.”
"It was meant to look that way. But if you looked underneath, a bolt sunk into the bar set in the rock. It's black metal to blend with the rocks and placed so that the old ring covers it. No one would suspect it was there. That is just Graeme's kind of work."
“A'd nivver hae spied yon.”
“Nor would one in a thousand. But I’ve done this a lot, and I knew what to look for. A wide soft beach to ground a dinghy, the seclusion, the secret mooring set. It’s his cove.”
Graeme heard about every other word but picked up that they were looking for him and knew he used the cove for something.
“Sae whit wey are ye settin and staarin out to sea for?”
"A new moon and high tide is coming up in three days."
"Och, ye're right, a spring tide."
"A moonless night and a short shingle beach. That will probably be when he loads the cargo.”
“Och ma Goad! An Sorcha tae?”
“Undoubtedly. I’m sorry to say, Jes.”
They knew about Sorcha? This was a disaster. It didn't seem that they had told anyone. The beach was a discovery of just a few minutes ago. But how much did they know? How the hell did they know he called himself Graeme?
His first thought was to kill them both. But that would be unplanned and stupid. He had none of his usual tools. He was larger than the man, but who knew what kind of a fighter he was. And one against two was never sure odds, even if one was a girl. He’d have to find out who the man was and then separately grab them both. Once he had them back at his place, he could find out who they’d told, if anyone. The thought of forcing the information from the sexy, well-conditioned Jessie stirred his loins. Calm, he told himself. Don’t be stupid.
Alex stirred himself, “We have all we need here. We should head back.” They stood up and walked quickly up the beach.
Graeme cursed to himself. They were between him and his path back to his van. He’d have to wait until they cleared the beach and were up into the overgrown garden of the old Gordon house. Once they were out of sight, Graeme sprinted up the coast and toward the path to his cottage.
When he had taken possession of the estate two miles further inland, he had also acquired the abandoned former gamekeeper’s dwelling on the way down to the cove. The worn but intact stone cottage with cellar was about half a mile from the cove. Graeme ran his main operation out of the manor house. The cabin provided a remote and non-suspicious place to store and stage his cargo for the ship. He had installed a crude but all-weather gravel drive leading down to about a hundred yards from the beach. From there, the crew could take the cargo from the van and carry it to the dinghies for transportation out.
Today, as usual, when there was no cargo, Graeme had walked to the beach to assure that everything was ready for pick up in three days. However, he now had a hundred yards to the path and a good three-quarter click on to the van. While strong, Graeme was no endurance runner and soon was reduced to a fast walk. When he pulled the van out, there was no sign of the two. He hadn’t seen their car; there was no chance of finding them on the road. He was pretty sure of the route they’d take back, but there was no way his top-heavy van would overtake them on these winding roads.
Damn! He needed to find out who that man was. The bastard talked almost like a copper.
*"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!" was the introductory line from the radio adaptation of The Shadow. Most episodes would end with the same narrator saying, "The weed of crime bears bitter fruit!”
I finished this chapter with a smile. Does Alex know that Houghmagandie means a spot of Rumpy-pumpy, how’s your father, jiggery-pokery (and any other classic English-TV-from-the-70's equivalent phrase) ... or does he think he's been invited back just for doughnuts and coffee lol[Episode 24]
Together, we form a necessary paradox; not a senseless contradiction.**
On the drive home, Alex and Jessie discussed their next steps. It is evident that they now had to find Graeme's lair. Based on Jessie's advice, they would start with Mrs. McTavish's impressive local gossip store, the blether as Jessie put it. They would try to see her as soon as they got back. Looking at his watch, Alex estimated they’d get back to the B&B a bit after four.
“Just in time for tea,” he remarked.
“Ye greedy guts! We’re oot lookin to save the lassies, an a you can think on is yer stamack and Morag’s tea-cakes!” Jessie said, giving him a dig in the ribs. As he cried in exaggerated pain, she admitted to herself that she was looking forward to Mrs. McTavish’s delectable pastries also.
After Jes left Clio by Maxwell’s cottage, they walked to the main house. Morag greeted them with a bit of a knowing look at these two, who always seemed to be together.
She invited them in when they asked, and they went to her sitting room. Alex explained the whole story, with Jessie occasionally translating to Scottish for Morag’s benefit. The widow’s eyes got bigger and bigger as the story unwound.
When they finished, she just sat there, unable to think of anything to say.
Jessie gently spoke, "Sae, that's why fer we've come to you, Morag. Ye'd mebbe ken o somebody new-comed in these laist few years, likely takkin a big hoose in some lanely airt?"
“Weel, let me think on't. Och, ma lorie! A’m a fluistered wi yon crack - tae think sic a bogle’s here amang us! It gars ma rig a-dingle. Can a think a wee bit? A’ll git on wi some wee darg, yon ayeweys helps me tae think.”
“Of course,” said Alex.
“Bit onie sakes, luik at the time! Ye’ll be wantin yer tea. Noo ye twasome juist be awa tae yer cabin thegither, an a’ll bring it reet alang,” she said with a wink to Jessie. The wink made the word ‘thegither’ seem to carry extra meaning. She showed them to the door, and before she shut it, she said, “Jessie, are ye takin yon braw man to the cèilidh the neet in the clauchan? Anither man unner sexty is ayeweys vailued.”
“I..I hadna thocht on't,” stammered Jes, blushing. The talk of being a twasome thegither with a braw man tangled her thoughts. “We’ll see.”
“Aye, dae ye think on it, lassie,” said Morag in a mother’s firm voice. “A’ll hae yer tea doon in a wheen o meenits.”
Back in Alex’s place, they sat and relaxed. Conversation was minimal as Jessie and Alex contemplated Morag’s words. Soon, Alex came up with a starter. “What is a Kailey?”
“A cèilidh,” corrected Jess. "It's a Gaelic word. It really just means a get-together, a wee drink an a spot o craic, but there's always music an dancing an tellin o yarns."
“That sounds fun. Are you interested in going?” Alex tried to sound casual, but his heart seemed to skip as he waited for her response.
“Weel, sometimes I go and sometimes I dinna. I like to support the local community, and this is an important community event. But it’s usually maistly couples, an I havena …” she broke off, not wanting to finish the thought.
Seeing the opening, Alex jumped in. “We could go as a couple tonight. No commitment; nothing official. Just two friends going to have some fun?”
Jessie tried but couldn’t think of a reason to say no. And, secretly, the thought of going to a party with a decent man (Alex could be annoying, but she had come to respect his decency) with very tempting. “Och, whit the hell. Why not?”
Just then, Mrs. Mctavish entered with a tray of tea and cakes. As she laid it out, both Jess and Alex thought that she had outdone herself again. There was a large selection of tempting pastries and breads, along with butter, honey, jam, and marmalade.
After thanking her, Alex asked if she had thought of any newcomer as he’d described.
“Nae, a’m vexed but naebody comes ta min. But a’m gey forgettle these days. Ach there's ane wha'd shuirlie ken, ma frien, Annie, she's the postmistress. She kens ayebody wha flits in or oot hereawa.”
“Can we ask her now?”
"Not the neet, a'm sairie ta say, Sir, she's awa tae Lockerbie veesitin her sister. She'll be back late the neet. Bit we cud ca her in the morn.”
“That’ll have to do,” said Alex. “Thank you so much for the wonderful spread.”
“Yon's naethin. Ye twa enjoy it!” Having placed a knowing emphasis on ‘Ye twa,’ she bustled out.
Alex and Jessie dug in and found the offering every bit as tasty as it looked. As they were sitting later and reviewing the day, Jessie interrupted.
“Ach. Look at the time. We’d best be off to the cèilidh.”
As they walked to the door, Alex asked, “Shall I drive or you?”
“Oh. I think it’d be best if we each tak oor ane. That way’s easier fer us to leave and gang hame.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jessie regretted them. It wouldn’t be so bad to go home together after the cèilidh, even perhaps to share a bed. In fact, it sounded excellent. But words like those couldn’t be taken back without an excess of awkwardness (“on saicont thochts, let's jus tak your car, sae we can win back here efterwairds fer a wee spot o houghmagandie!”)
“OK with me,” said Alex with the slightest trace of disappointment in his voice. “I’ll follow you.”
**“Together, we form a necessary paradox; not a senseless contradiction.” ― Criss Jami, Healology
He doesn't know any of that. Read closer, those were Jessie's unspoken thoughts.I finished this chapter with a smile. Does Alex know that Houghmagandie means a spot of Rumpy-pumpy, how’s your father, jiggery-pokery (and any other classic English-TV-from-the-70's equivalent phrase) ... or does he think he's been invited back just for doughnuts and coffee lol
Damn it yes, I see now! It was the speech quotes that threw me ...He doesn't know any of that. Read closer, those were Jessie's unspoken thoughts.
What's a good romance without a number of missed opportunities for love?
I loved the ending. It is hard to take back words. I know.[Episode 24]
Together, we form a necessary paradox; not a senseless contradiction.**
On the drive home, Alex and Jessie discussed their next steps. It is evident that they now had to find Graeme's lair. Based on Jessie's advice, they would start with Mrs. McTavish's impressive local gossip store, the blether as Jessie put it. They would try to see her as soon as they got back. Looking at his watch, Alex estimated they’d get back to the B&B a bit after four.
“Just in time for tea,” he remarked.
“Ye greedy guts! We’re oot lookin to save the lassies, an a you can think on is yer stamack and Morag’s tea-cakes!” Jessie said, giving him a dig in the ribs. As he cried in exaggerated pain, she admitted to herself that she was looking forward to Mrs. McTavish’s delectable pastries also.
After Jes left Clio by Maxwell’s cottage, they walked to the main house. Morag greeted them with a bit of a knowing look at these two, who always seemed to be together.
She invited them in when they asked, and they went to her sitting room. Alex explained the whole story, with Jessie occasionally translating to Scottish for Morag’s benefit. The widow’s eyes got bigger and bigger as the story unwound.
When they finished, she just sat there, unable to think of anything to say.
Jessie gently spoke, "Sae, that's why fer we've come to you, Morag. Ye'd mebbe ken o somebody new-comed in these laist few years, likely takkin a big hoose in some lanely airt?"
“Weel, let me think on't. Och, ma lorie! A’m a fluistered wi yon crack - tae think sic a bogle’s here amang us! It gars ma rig a-dingle. Can a think a wee bit? A’ll git on wi some wee darg, yon ayeweys helps me tae think.”
“Of course,” said Alex.
“Bit onie sakes, luik at the time! Ye’ll be wantin yer tea. Noo ye twasome juist be awa tae yer cabin thegither, an a’ll bring it reet alang,” she said with a wink to Jessie. The wink made the word ‘thegither’ seem to carry extra meaning. She showed them to the door, and before she shut it, she said, “Jessie, are ye takin yon braw man to the cèilidh the neet in the clauchan? Anither man unner sexty is ayeweys vailued.”
“I..I hadna thocht on't,” stammered Jes, blushing. The talk of being a twasome thegither with a braw man tangled her thoughts. “We’ll see.”
“Aye, dae ye think on it, lassie,” said Morag in a mother’s firm voice. “A’ll hae yer tea doon in a wheen o meenits.”
Back in Alex’s place, they sat and relaxed. Conversation was minimal as Jessie and Alex contemplated Morag’s words. Soon, Alex came up with a starter. “What is a Kailey?”
“A cèilidh,” corrected Jess. "It's a Gaelic word. It really just means a get-together, a wee drink an a spot o craic, but there's always music an dancing an tellin o yarns."
“That sounds fun. Are you interested in going?” Alex tried to sound casual, but his heart seemed to skip as he waited for her response.
“Weel, sometimes I go and sometimes I dinna. I like to support the local community, and this is an important community event. But it’s usually maistly couples, an I havena …” she broke off, not wanting to finish the thought.
Seeing the opening, Alex jumped in. “We could go as a couple tonight. No commitment; nothing official. Just two friends going to have some fun?”
Jessie tried but couldn’t think of a reason to say no. And, secretly, the thought of going to a party with a decent man (Alex could be annoying, but she had come to respect his decency) with very tempting. “Och, whit the hell. Why not?”
Just then, Mrs. Mctavish entered with a tray of tea and cakes. As she laid it out, both Jess and Alex thought that she had outdone herself again. There was a large selection of tempting pastries and breads, along with butter, honey, jam, and marmalade.
After thanking her, Alex asked if she had thought of any newcomer as he’d described.
“Nae, a’m vexed but naebody comes ta min. But a’m gey forgettle these days. Ach there's ane wha'd shuirlie ken, ma frien, Annie, she's the postmistress. She kens ayebody wha flits in or oot hereawa.”
“Can we ask her now?”
"Not the neet, a'm sairie ta say, Sir, she's awa tae Lockerbie veesitin her sister. She'll be back late the neet. Bit we cud ca her in the morn.”
“That’ll have to do,” said Alex. “Thank you so much for the wonderful spread.”
“Yon's naethin. Ye twa enjoy it!” Having placed a knowing emphasis on ‘Ye twa,’ she bustled out.
Alex and Jessie dug in and found the offering every bit as tasty as it looked. As they were sitting later and reviewing the day, Jessie interrupted.
“Ach. Look at the time. We’d best be off to the cèilidh.”
As they walked to the door, Alex asked, “Shall I drive or you?”
“Oh. I think it’d be best if we each tak oor ane. That way’s easier fer us to leave and gang hame.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jessie regretted them. It wouldn’t be so bad to go home together after the cèilidh, even perhaps to share a bed. In fact, it sounded excellent. But words like those couldn’t be taken back without an excess of awkwardness (“on saicont thochts, let's jus tak your car, sae we can win back here efterwairds fer a wee spot o houghmagandie!”)
“OK with me,” said Alex with the slightest trace of disappointment in his voice. “I’ll follow you.”
**“Together, we form a necessary paradox; not a senseless contradiction.” ― Criss Jami, Healology
He did a quick peek around and realized he recognized the girl. Jessie McTaggert. He'd scoped her out, even entered her place twice.
Still time to change your mind Jessie, please, I'm going to worry about you all night.“Oh. I think it’d be best if we each tak oor ane. That way’s easier fer us to leave and gang hame.”
Don't give up hope. The night is still young and magical things can happen at a cèilidh!Still time to change your mind Jessie, please, I'm going to worry about you all night.
Jessie drove the short way, asking herself similar questions. What was her feeling for this man? Was it crazy (and stupid) to fall for a man here on a two-week vacation? Her independence and fear of being hurt made her terrified of getting closer to Alex. But she couldn't help thinking of him night and day. And she couldn't ignore the fact that as she did, she frequently felt a tingling in her loins. Even now, with these thoughts, she found it hard to sit still on the car seat.
Am I the only romantic on this entire Forum?
Well ..... ummmmmm .... uh ....... yep .... just might be.Am I the only romantic on this entire Forum?
Follow him!! ya silly.........the Range Rover had already backed out and was heading for the exit...........each drove off home alone.