Corona: Part Thirteen

Part Thirteen

Christopher checked his small bag. Water, the cup that Janice had used, the transfer paper. Check. As he turned out of the cul-de-sac where he lived he pulled up the hood on his anorak. Fifty yards ahead he turned into the narrow path between numbers 55 and 57 and headed quickly away from the road. When he was sure no one was able to see him from either direction, he bent and lifted the fence panel. To anyone passing it looked like a normal panel but this one hinged inwards. Quickly he stepped off the path and onto the grass. The panel swung back and clicked in place. Without wasting time but in the knowledge no one could overlook him he crossed the over grown garden of Mrs Tomlins, a woman he had befriended and whose garden had proved a perfect access to the allotment.

It was more awkward, scaling the allotment fence at the back of her garden but the old hawthorns provided enough of a barrier. Once through those the backdoor of his shed could be reached in a step. No one had yet seen him. If they did, all he would do is shake his fly and look sheepish. The male need to pee was an easy excuse to be skulking in some bushes.

“Ok?” The other man looked up as Christopher entered.

“Sweet as the proverbial. Here you go.” He held out the bag. “One perfect set of prints.

“She didn’t notice the oil on the cup?”

“Scared shitless.” Christopher laughed. “Can you sort it?”

The other man looked up and nodded. “Sure. Where will you leave the syringe?”

“In my shed. I’ll tell the notice inspector it appeared. It’ll be such an obvious plant but I don’t think she’s the sharpest knife in the drawer so the police won’t be surprised.” Christopher looked at the table where a small book ‘The Law and Practice of Wills and Estates’ sat. “How soon before we can challenge the Will?”

“Soon as she’s charged. They’ll not let her inherit our money from Roger if she killed him. It’ll come to you,” the man smiled, “us.”

Christopher returned the smile and bent to kiss his brother.

The End

PS. You may have questions and some i can answer and some i can’t like all mysteries. Do ask.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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23 Responses to Corona: Part Thirteen

  1. Terrific series, Geoff. Well done.

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  2. Ritu says:

    Now that’s one heck of an ending!!!!

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  3. OK, so the other brother isn’t dead, and these two set out to inherit Roger’s (mother’s) money after they’d killed him.
    Poor Janice.

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  4. George says:

    Fantastic. I can’t help thinking that Janice is smarter than they think and might yet outwit them. When’s the sequel coming? Oh please…

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  5. Clever clogs! I’ve got so many questions because of course the whole thing has been so convoluted I can’t remember all the previous details – but that’s the dead brother not dead. They killed Roger? Then went to a great deal of bother to frame Janice the twit just for an inheritance that can’t be that big………. Why?


    • TanGental says:

      It’s difficult to know anyone’s motivations but Colin and Chris were treated appallingly by their father, their mother didn’t defend them then she sought reconciliation and her own redemption when it was too late. She promised them they would inherit but they didnt Roger did and they believed he had prevented her keeping her belated promise. They snapped. It was too much for them who had a secret they had to keep from society who would have been disgusted. In the end the money was an excuse, the straw if you like. But i don’t know the whole story because I’ve not spent enough time with them

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  6. Elizabeth says:

    Yikes. Great distraction from the nuptials preparation.

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  7. willowdot21 says:


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  8. willowdot21 says:

    WHY……………….. Stop there I want more😟

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