Daniel has decided he will hire a car for the day and go to the airport. Perry's Vehicle Hire offers cars from £30 per day. He can go online and check the times of arrivals from Ibiza. There should only be a few at the most.
Maybe he could accidentally bump into them and start chatting. How amazed they would be to learn he lives in the same town they are from. Once they are talking, he is sure they will really like him.
He doesn't know which flight they will be on, but he can wait around and watch the passengers coming through from each flight until he spots them.
Perhaps he can find a way to offer them a lift back to Trentbridge in his hire car. He can pretend he was at the airport to drop someone off.
This isn't Mission Impossible, this is Mission Possible. He just wishes his first name was Ethan instead of Daniel, it sounds so much more exciting.
His plans to join MI5 came to nothing but he's now thinking about becoming a private detective. So he decides he will take all his spy devices with him to the airport. Perhaps if he shows them to the girls they will be impressed.
Chapter Eighteen
For Erica and Leona Mitten, winning the TV reality show has been a dream come true.
Because all of the work was in London, they had decided to move from their parents’ house to an apartment in Greenwich in southeast London.
Since then it has been a gruelling four weeks of twelve-hour days undertaking interviews and photo sessions.
Now they are sitting in Miles Tyler’s office, discussing plans for the future.
“Okay girls, we need to be selective about what you become associated with. The worst thing we can do at this stage of the game is for you to become over-exposed. So now is the perfect time to go and get some sun. I’ve booked you a week in Ibiza. Your flight leaves at three thirty tomorrow. I’ll have a cab pick you up from your apartment so you arrive at the airport in plenty of time. I’ve booked you a separate return flight to Birmingham for the sixteenth so you can go home for your mother's fiftieth birthday. You can see all your family and then come back feeling refreshed.
“I’ve also arranged for top celebrity photographer Terry Keagan to fly out to Ibiza for a couple of days and take set-up photos of you relaxing and then gradually feed them out to the media. This way we are in control of everything. Then when you come back we can sit down and set out plans to build you into a highly lucrative online personality brand.
“I’ll make sure nothing stops you from becoming rich, successful and famous. We need to look at the ways to take your brand to the next level. We’ll start by producing your own range of cosmetics and clothing. That is where the BIG money is. After all, it’s what’s made your idol Kylie Jenner a billionairess.”
Chapter Nineteen
For James Sheldon it doesn't matter the 7.42 from Birmingham is running late. He can wait. He hasn't got anywhere else to be. He stands on the tracks with his eyes closed tight, thinking of his family.
I just want to be with you, my darling. Wait for me wherever you are. Losing you and the kids ripped my heart out. I don't want to be alone anymore.
Today is the fourth anniversary of the death of his wife Miriam and their two children, Jack and Abigail, killed in a hit-and-run.
After their funerals, he spent eight months pouring the mortgage money down his throat before the building society got fed up and made him homeless.
Then, by a strange quirk of fate, he won £168 million on Lotto and managed to sort himself out and use the money to help other people.
He set up a charity and invested £35 million buying a rundown council estate of 880 houses and a further ten million improving the properties.
Once refurbished, the charity rented them out to deserving families at half the market rate.
A further £40 million went on building a bridge across the River Stern to connect the estate with the town centre.
He also bought The Albion Hotel to save the jobs of the staff members who’d helped him when he was homeless.
After all of this he still has more than fifty million pounds cash in the bank. Yet it seems all that money can’t buy you happiness.
His car is parked in a lay-by near the railway crossing. On the passenger seat sits a suicide note saying each year gets harder and he doesn't want to live without his wife and kids. In his will, he's left his entire fortune to the MJA Housing Trust charity he set up in memory of his family.
Mick Winner and his wife Tammy have been married for nearly thirty years. Both are in their fifties and like to keep themselves in shape. Earlier this morning they spent time donating blood. Mick has one of the rarer blood types, B-positive, and they both donate four times a year.
After the latest donor session, they went shopping for groceries and Mick called in to Specsavers to collect his new glasses.
They returned home and hitched up their caravan and drove the fifteen miles to Evesham Country Park and into the rear field at the closest spot to the river. It is where they usually come to spend the day fishing. Tammy was the first to take an interest. A hobby they love to share.
But today is not a fishing day. May is closed season so they are not allowed to fish. It means the caravan park is quiet this time of the year with only one other vehicle on site.
That doesn’t matter to the Winners. This is a spot where they love to come and spend some leisure time and it is only
