Today’s
excerpt is from Whodunit Did It, Book #1 of Bader Trilogy. Elmer, Greg, and Ruth on way to Berlin make a
stop in England for fuel. Elmer tells
Reggie about their treatment during a refueling stop (it was at the secret SAS
base the Asps often used). Enjoy and have a wonderful
day.
m.j.
Reggie asked
about the flight. Elmer replied, “Oh,
great. This plane is plush—we’ve been
treated like heroes of some sort for our mission.
“First we
stopped for refueling at Scott Air Force base outside St. Louis, then Greg
called a number he was given to get us refueled in England. We stopped at some evidently top-secret base
there. Greg called the number, which
turned out to be MI6—you know, the British Secret Intelligence Service. He told them what we were doing. All of a sudden you’d have thought we were
the most important people on the planet.
He said some fella in the background said something about Admiral
Crimmins being a Navy SEAL in his younger days, so we should be allowed to land
where we did. You should have seen the
hard cases all over the place.
“While we were
refueling, standing around out of the plane stretching our legs, a bunch of
them came by in full gear. Not a one of
them looked like he had an ounce of fat.
They were all carrying sniper cases.
I’ve seen a few of those in my day.
Then there was this C-130 doing touch and goes—man, what a pilot. I mentioned to a guy refueling our plane that
the pilot sure know his stuff. This Brit
told me it wasn’t a guy, but a woman—a Yank.
Said she had a bit of age on her, because she had been flying that
particular plane, which had been given to the Brits, for ten or fifteen years. Oh, speaking of her being American, Greg said
the guy who suggested we land at the base also sounded like he was American.
“Besides all the
stuff at the base, we managed to go over this damned case, from beginning to
right now, trying to figure any new angles…including the one Ruth came up with
on costumes. Speaking of which—anything
happening on that yet?”
“Yeah, got one
rather sound lead. Called a costume
place in Thousand Oaks. It seems they
work with the movie industry, so they have photos of all their stuff. When their salesman saw our pictures, he was
able to pick out two of the disguises for sure.
Told us some of the others may have been sold there, too. He told me they no longer carried any of
them, but the one our killer wore in the jewelry store was the most
recent. They stopped selling it about a
year ago. Anyhow, the owner—who would be
able to help us more—is on vacation in Costa Rica…won’t be back for two
weeks. Alan and I were thinking it might
be worth a trip down there. Maybe when
you guys get back we could talk Greg into letting us use his plane to go check
the owner out.”
“Nice try,
Reggie. Anything else?”
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