are involved in this then bringing in the civil police is probably a good idea. I met someone the other night that might be able to help us. She had just been promoted to head up the Bristol CID. I will have her card back at the office.”
“Ok, you could be right, let’s go” We jumped on the next ferry across the harbour and were soon back in Alec's office.
“Here it is,” said Alec “Chief Superintendent Alice Fleet. I will call her now.”
While I stood looking out of the window at the superb view Alec made the call.
“Can I speak to Chief Superintendent Fleet please? Yes, I met her a week or so ago and would like to talk to her.”
“Chief Superintendent Fleet, Alec Bell, I don't know if you remember me, we met at that Scouts fund raising night a week ago.”
“Yes it was a successful night. Look to get to the point, my colleague and I are being threatened and believe we should talk to the police, perhaps you can help us.”
“OK, you are at College Green, is that right? We could be over there in say 30 minutes would that be convenient? That's good of you, see you then.” He hung up and said, “let's go”.
Half an hour later, after waiting for a few minutes at the police desk, we were shown up to a meeting room on the second floor. A slim striking woman in her mid to late forties with greying hair met us as we came out of the lift. She introduced herself as Chief Superintendent Fleet and showed us in to a room just down the corridor where there was a man waiting whom she introduced as Inspector David Lloyd. We all sat down round the table.
“Now Mr Bell how can we help you?”
Alec went through the details of our story with me adding in bits as necessary.
“I think I saw something about you on our crime sheets this morning” said Lloyd looking at me. “You're the guy who stole a car from outside Frenchay hospital?” I nodded.
“We understand that the car was recovered undamaged, but it was still a serious offence,” he said. “You could be charged but no doubt the local police will be in touch with you. I assume the theft was all part of this story you have been telling us about?”
“Yes, I felt I had to get away from the hospital in any way I could. Since then I have calmed down a bit and Alec here has talked some sense in to me and persuaded me that we needed to talk to you.”
“We'll come to the car later,” said Fleet. “In the meantime we had better see if we can find out a bit more about your threats. With your permission we will h ave a look at the company's phone records to see if we can identify the caller who made the phone threat and also pay a visit to Mr Plavsic. We will follow up with the local police and see what they have on the ownership of the Volvo you describe as in your crash. In the meantime Mr Bell, can you see if that threatening letter can be found, perhaps the rubbish has not been thrown out. Over and above that there is not a lot we can do unless more evidence surfaces or something else happens. In the meantime I would suggest you are both careful and report anything to us that seems suspicious. Inspector Lloyd here will be in charge of this, so talk directly to him.”
We exchanged cards with Lloyd and after thanking Fleet for her time and seeing them so promptly we left.
Out in the street I said, “We didn't get much out of that, did we?”
“What did you expect? The whole story does sound a bit unreal.”
“What!”
“Don't over react.”
“It’s not you who they keep beating up!”
“We both know that there is a problem Martin, but we didn't really have much for them to act upon, lets see if they turn up anything new. In the meantime I have a mountain of stuff on my desk and I suspect you do as well, so lets get back to the office.”
I had a meeting of the technical department heads that afternoon which went on all afternoon. Afterwards I was sitting in my office making a few meeting notes when Alec popped his head around the door.
“Just been talking to Lisa, she asked if you would be free to come over to dinner this evening?”
“Would love too, although I won't stay late. I think a reasonably early night is called for.”
We left about half an hour later. I followed Alec's 7 series BMW in my little hire car that I had arranged to be delivered earlier in the afternoon. A small sporty hatch back that was probably a lot more sensible than a Range Rover in the dense evening traffic. Alec lived in a penthouse apartment in Clifton village, an affluent suburb of Bristol, and only a short walk to the gorge and downs. After guiding me in to a vacant visitors spot in the secure car park beneath the block we went up to the flat.
“Look, no need to tell Lisa the gory bits yet, no need to alarm her, OK?”
I nodded.
Lisa met us at the door and greeted me by grabbing me and giving me a big hug.
“Haven't seen you for ages Martin, how are you?” I winced and it was all I could do to contain a scream as the hug generated a shooting pain up my right side.
“Oh, sorry Martin, I forgot, is it bad?”
“No not really, I have always been a coward when it comes to pain.”
“Come and sit down,” she said. “Alec get him a Scotch, I think he needs one.”
“That sounds a great idea but only if you two are having something as well.”
Alec went across to his drinks cabinet to do the necessary and handed me a glass of his best malt, no water no ice, neat, just as he knew I take it. “Lisa what would you like, a white wine?”
“Yes please darling,” she said as she gave him a peck on the cheek, “there is a bottle open in the fridge” and went out to the kitchen followed by Alec.
He returned a few minutes later and we went and sat out on the balcony. It was a pleasant evening now, not exactly balmy but tolerable and with the fresh air and the view I started to relax for the first time in several days. The lights of the sprawling city spread out to the left and open country to the centre and right.
“You have a great flat,”
“Yes, we like it, although with the float coming up I haven't seen much of it in the last few weeks, it has been just a place to eat and sleep recently. On a clear day y ou can see as far as the Mendip Hills.”
“Do you remember hiking and camping down there?”
“Yes, they were great days, when it didn't pour with rain and water got in to absolutely everything! ”
“Don't seem to have time to do that kind of thing these days,” I sighed.
After a few moments silence we moved on to talk around some of the recent events, trying to make sense of them, until Lisa came out and joined us.
“Let's have no more business tonight, dinner will be about half an hour, so lets have another drink,” she said looking at Alec, who obediently got up and went off to refresh all of our glasses. “So Martin how is the social life at the moment? I know you have all been very busy, but you must have some time off. Whatever happened to that girl who came with you to dinner last time, she was very nice, Jackie wasn't it?”
“Jasmine,” I said. “ She’ s OK, I think. I had an email from Egypt a few weeks ago. You will remember she is an archaeologist, and is out there on a dig at the moment. No idea when she will be back. Apparently they have used US spy satellite technology to identify vast areas of hidden ruins that have been swallowed up by the desert. A combination of high-resolution satellite photography and infrared scanning can detect the ancient mud bricks under the sand. She could be out there for the duration as far as I know.”
“Don't be so blase,” said Lisa, “don't you get lonely?”
“Too busy,” I replied, anxious to change the subject. Fortunately Alec returned to say that there seemed to be things going on in the kitchen and with an exclamation she was gone.
It was a pleasant evening, but feeling very tired and still sore I made my excuses and left early. Alec came down with me to the parking garage to let me out of the secure gate. “Thanks for dinner, see you in the morning,” I said out of the window before driving the car up the ramp.
Turning right as I came out of the garage I saw a set of headlights come on to my left. The streets were quiet and driving along I thought back over the evening. ‘ I wo nder what Jasmine is doing now? P robably sitting
