Hello, my Freaky Darlings!
How was your weekend? Did you misbehave horribly? Did you read anything interesting? I’ve just started reading Common Murder by V.L. McDermid.
Anyway … moving along to the reason I hope you’re here … the next episode of The Veil. If you’ve missed any of the previous chapters, you can catch up here.
The overloaded truck trailed its load of sand on the narrow secondary road. Michael tried to see around it, but it took up almost the entire street. Every time he tried to pass, he ended up having to tuck back behind it in a hurry. Who knew these small roads could be so busy? He didn’t have time to sit behind the lorry. Carol was probably already there, and god only knew what he’d find when he eventually caught up with her.
His phone interrupted his mumbled swearing and cursing his luck. While keeping his eyes on the road, his right hand found his phone between his legs. His thumb found the answer button.
“Hello.” He raised his voice so he could be heard over the sound of his engine and the wind blowing through the open window.
“How far are you?” Mark’s voice was a welcome distraction.
“Hello honey,” he said with a smile. “About an hour still to go.”
“Drive carefully, Mikey,” the softness of his voice sent a shiver down his spine. “I’ll miss you tonight.”
“I’ll miss you more.”
“No, you won’t. You’ll be too busy dealing with those two psychos.”
“Sarah’s not psycho, and you know I don’t like that word when it comes to my patients.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I don’t really know Sarah that well, but let’s face it, she’s not that well upstairs. I mean who goes on Carte Blanche and tells the country about that stuff?”
“She was trying to help other women and trying to open the public’s eyes to what goes on in some of those places. You have no idea what she’s been through or what some of those government hell holes are like.” His voice rose an octave higher than he’d intended.
“I’m not going to argue with you, Mikey. I realise I don’t know the full story and that she’s an old friend and you care about her, but you have to admit she attracts trouble and she always drags you into it.”
“No, she doesn’t.” Michael took a deep breath. “You know what, I’m not going to have this conversation with you right now. We’ll talk when I get home.” His thumb slid the disconnect icon on the screen. He missed the days when slamming a phone down on someone was more dramatic and far more satisfying.
His hands shook as he gripped the steering wheel. He knew that Mark didn’t have fond feelings towards Sarah, but it always irked him whenever he voiced those feelings. Sarah hadn’t asked to be raped by her attending psychiatrist. She hadn’t gone looking for any of the things that had happened to her. Sometimes bad things happened to good people and Sarah, unfortunately, had been one of those people and the fact that Mark didn’t understand that was cause for concern.
The truck that had been delaying him and a string of other cars, turned onto a dirt road, lined with Stinkwood trees, leading to an old farmhouse. The way ahead was clear, for now.
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