Flowers for Mercedes
()
About this ebook
Will Mercedes Drew ever find true love? Will Detective Inspector Flowers solve the mystery of the missing cat? Who is stealing the covers off the drains? Why won't Mr Chatterjee say who set fire to his restaurant? Who is Dogtooth? Where is the lead from St Stephen's Church roof?
Answers to these questions and more in Flowers for Mercedes (volume one)
Barnaby Wilde
Barnaby Wilde is the pen name of Tim Fisher. Tim was born in 1947 in Hertfordshire, United Kingdom, but grew up and was educated in the West Country. He graduated with a Physics degree in 1969 and worked in manufacturing and quality control for a multinational photographic company for 30 years before taking an early retirement to pursue other interests. He has two grown up children and currently lives happily in Devon.
Read more from Barnaby Wilde
Grow Your Own Man Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChameleons Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVertigo (tales from the Vertigo labs) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Women Furies (Tales From The Poachers Inn) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSharp Edges Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThere Still Be Dragons Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLove Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThere Still Be Dragons (book 2) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBarnaby's Bigger Book of Shorts Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDavey and the Holey Oak Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThere Still Be Dragons (Vol 3) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTheme Park Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Out of Time Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Flowers for Mercedes
Titles in the series (5)
Free Running: The Mercedes Drew Mysteries, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFlandra: The Mercedes Drew Mysteries, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFlowers for Mercedes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSmile for the Camera Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMercedes Drew the collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related ebooks
Pursuing Pretenses: Pursuing Pretenses, #1 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Lip Service Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5That Summer in Silver Lake: Silver Lake Cozy Mysteries, #3 Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Tales of the Arcane: 0316 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCastle Cay Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Pear Shaped Tone Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSinging in the Forest Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Somebody Murdered Maggie Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeadlock Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Mountains of Dawn Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Two Tales of Terror Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeneath a Thousand Apple Trees Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Second Chance Rose and Other Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPaper Man Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/512 Days under the Mistletoe Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Going Postal Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPirate Legacy Blessings and Curses Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Frightful Move Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Case of the Flashing Fashion Queen: A Dix Dodd Mystery Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Stripped Bare: Symbiotics, #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Words Can Kill (Ghostwriter Mystery 5) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Cat's Tale: Of Murderous Mystery Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThings Left Behind Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMalone Mystery Novels Box Set: Come What May, Fair Is Foul and Foul Is Fair, Cold Comfort: Malone Mystery Novels Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBlack Cat Tales: Black Anne and Other Short Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Turning Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Girl in the Wood: A Ghost's Story: Off-Kilter Tales, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Case of The Dead Domestic: A 20th Century Historical Cozy: Adele Gossling Mysteries, #6 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Chicken Rescue League Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAn Educated Death (The Thea Kozak Mystery Series, Book 4) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Mystery For You
The Stories of Ray Bradbury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5None of This Is True: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Last Flight: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pretty Girls: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Hallowe'en Party: Inspiration for the 20th Century Studios Major Motion Picture A Haunting in Venice Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Good Daughter: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Hunting Party: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Short Stories Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5How to Write a Mystery: A Handbook from Mystery Writers of America Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Still Life: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Life We Bury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Paris Apartment: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Murder of Roger Ackroyd Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Big Sleep Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pieces of Her: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Pharmacist Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5False Witness: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Devil in a Blue Dress (30th Anniversary Edition): An Easy Rawlins Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Pale Blue Eye: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The People Next Door Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Murder Under a Red Moon: A 1920s Bangalore Mystery Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Did I Kill You?: A Thriller Novel Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone: A Murdery Mystery Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Summit Lake Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Jack Reacher: A Mysterious Profile Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Club: A Reese's Book Club Pick Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Kept Woman: A Will Trent Thriller Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Dark Side: A Collection of Mysteries & Thrillers Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Flowers for Mercedes
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Flowers for Mercedes - Barnaby Wilde
Flowers for Mercedes
(Contains Parts 1 to 3 of the Mercedes Drew Stories)
By
Barnaby Wilde
Copyright 2012 by Barnaby Wilde
Barnaby Wilde asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
Published by Smashwords
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Cover picture: Girl on a motorcycle, public domain image.
Other published works by the author.
Humorous Novels
Out of Time (Time travel)
(The Tom Fletcher Stories)
I Keep Thinking It's Tuesday
A Question of Alignment
Every Which Way but East
Quirky Verse
Animalia
Life…
The Blind Philosopher and the God of Small Things
Not at all Rhinocerus
A Little Bit Elephant
Tunnel Vision
The Well Boiled Icycle
A is for Aardvark
Short Story Collections
Barnaby's Shorts (volumes 1 to 11)
Vertigo, (tales from the Vertigo Labs)
Chameleons
Love
Grow Your Own Man
The Women Furies
There Still Be Dragons (volumes 1 and 2)
Davey and the Holey Oak
Detective Fiction (The Mercedes Drew Stories)
Flowers for Mercedes
Free Running
Flandra
Smile for the Camera
Visit www.barnaby-wilde.co.uk for the author's blog and more information about the world of Barnaby Wilde.
Table of Contents
Part One … Flowers for Mercedes
Part Two … A Close Call
Part Three … A Burning Issue
Part Four (taster) … A Window of Opportunity
Other works by Barnaby Wilde
PART ONE
Flowers for Mercedes
The eBay clock ticked inexorably down towards the end of the auction. With five minutes to go, the bid activity finally began to increase. There was a flurry of action in the last fifteen seconds as the snipe bids kicked in, and the auction ended at two hundred and sixty-three pounds. Both buyer and seller would be reasonably happy with the outcome.
Detective Inspector Des Flowers parked his battered silver Mondeo in the only remaining parking space and rested his head in his hands momentarily before killing the engine and wearily trudging up the shallow grey concrete steps at the back of the Wembury Road Police Station. He swiped the pass, which was hanging on a chain around his neck, through the magnetic card reader and pushed through the glass door when the green LED lit.
He passed through the inner door and made directly for the coffee machine situated in the hallway, fumbling in his pocket as he went for a fifty pence coin. The coffee, when it came, was as bad as ever, but it was, at least, hot and cheap. He scalded his mouth, as he did every morning, by taking his first mouthful as he walked along the brightly lit corridor towards his office.
As he passed through the admin office he was hailed by one of the civilian secretaries. Boss wants to see you,
she called.
What's new?
he replied. What time did he say?
He said to tell you as soon as you came in.
She glanced up at the wall clock. That was about half an hour ago,
she added.
He looked down at his own watch. Five past nine. Thanks Janet,
he sighed. He put his three-quarter full coffee cup on the secretary's desk. Keep it warm for me. One day I'll get to drink a whole cup.
As he walked back down the corridor towards the Chief Inspector's office, a voice from behind him said, I see Daisy's as happy as ever today.
Shhh!
said Janet, glancing after the detective. He'll hear you.
D.I. Flowers, snorted quietly to himself. Still calling me Daisy are they?
He shook his head. Could be worse I suppose.
Come,
came the muffled reply to Flower's knock on the Chief Inspector's door.
You wanted to see me, Sir?
The Chief glanced at his watch before answering. Ah, you're in at last. Traffic again?
Flowers knew better than to answer and waited for more.
The Chief took off his spectacles and waved them vaguely in Flower's direction. I've got a rather delicate matter that needs your attention, Desmond.
Flowers groaned inwardly. If the boss was calling him Desmond it could only mean that he had some dirty little job that needed doing.
Sir?
he said, hoping that he sounded more enthusiastic than he felt.
I need you to go and interview someone.
About?
The Chief Inspector looked a little embarrassed and moved a few papers on his desk before answering. He put the spectacles back on and pushed them further up the bridge of his nose.
Um… It's a missing cat.
A what?
It's a missing cat.
You aren't serious, are you sir? A missing cat? Surely that's not a police matter?
I did say that it was a delicate matter, Desmond.
But, with respect Sir. A missing cat? How can that be delicate?
It's not the cat that's delicate, exactly, Desmond. It's the connections.
Flowers waited for more information. If the C.I. was embarrassed then he sure as hell wasn't going to help him by un-embarrassing him.
This has come directly from the Superintendent's office, Desmond. Apparently, the cat belongs to a friend of his wife's and he's promised her that he'll get someone to follow it up.
Flowers snorted with barely concealed contempt. The C.I. busied himself with papers on his desk, which seemed momentarily to have assumed great importance.
Sir,
he said. Couldn’t we just send someone round from uniformed, if we need to send anyone at all, that is?
The C.I. removed his spectacles yet again. Ordinarily I'd agree with you, Desmond, but the Super has asked me to put someone I can trust on it.
Why, Sir? It doesn't make sense. We're supposed to be cutting budgets, aren't we, not looking for stray cats?
That's why it's delicate, Desmond. You see, the woman whose cat is lost is the sister of John Wescott.
The name seemed familiar to Flowers, but he didn't immediately recall why. Wescott?
he said.
Yes. John Wescott. Magistrate and member of the Local Police Authority.
… and general pain in the arse,
thought Flowers. Fortunately, he kept this thought to himself.
I see, Sir. So, this is about politics, not cats?
Yes, Desmond. Well, no, not exactly. It's just that we don't want to do anything to upset Tom Wescott. It's just better that we're seen to be attentive, that's all. These are delicate times. Delicate times.
That word again. Delicate,
thought Flowers. Fortunately, he kept this thought to himself, too.
The Local Police Authorities in the United Kingdom are responsible for ensuring efficient and effective policing of an area and each L.P.A. is made up of a mixture of elected members, who reflect the local political makeup and so-called Independent members drawn from the local community, which must, by constitution, contain at least three magistrates. John Wescott was one of the so-called Independent members, who seemed to have made it his mission in life to be as big a thorn in the side of the local police force as possible. The L.P.A.'s responsibilities are fourfold: Setting strategic direction and priorities, scrutinising performance, achieving results through community engagement and ensuring value for money. John Wescott chaired the subcommittee charged with scrutinising the police budgets, which he did in detail and with obvious relish.
These thoughts flashed through Flower's mind in an instant. He could see why the C.I. considered the matter 'delicate'.
Don't cock it up, Desmond,
added the Chief Inspector. For all our sakes. Please don't cock it up. Just be nice to the woman and find her bloody cat.
Flowers headed back towards his own office, pursued by a secretary bearing a cold cup of coffee. I did cover it up,
she said. But it got cold anyway.
Two miles away, across the city, the worst of the rush hour was over. Traffic was marginally lighter and speeds had picked up from almost static to approaching sluggish. Nevertheless, it was moving. A black leather clad motorcyclist was weaving skillfully through the slow-moving cars and vans. The red lights ahead changed to amber and the stopped traffic surged forward just as the motorcyclist reached the front of the queue. A white van coming from the left shot the red light and streaked across the intersection. There was a squeal of brakes and horns as the newly released traffic stream came to a sudden stop again. The motorcyclist, unsighted by the people carrier in the left lane reacted a little too slowly and, despite swinging the bike sideways, was clipped by the offending van. The rider was tipped to the ground, but fortunately bounced clear of the bike and the other traffic.
Three mobile phone calls were made simultaneously to the emergency services from drivers in the stopped vehicles. In the event, the ambulance was not required.
Flowers looked at the stack of folders on his desk and sighed. There were at least half a dozen cases he should be working on and he was being sent off on a wild goose chase. Or maybe that should be a wild cat chase. Well, he was damned well going to get a coffee before he left. He flicked the switch on his kettle, which almost immediately switched itself back off as the overheat control kicked in. He looked at the transparent gauge on the side and saw that it was empty. He closed his eyes momentarily and wondered, not for the first time recently, if his heart was really in policing these days. Perhaps it was time for a change. Problem was that he couldn't think of anything else he wanted to do either.
He decided to grab a coffee from the machine on his way out and drink it in the car. Maybe stop by the canal and watch the ducks while he drank it. He scrabbled for change in his trouser pocket and came up with thirty pence. Perhaps Janet could change a tenner for him? Sadly, no one in the office had change for a tenner and Janet, not for the first time, lent him the extra twenty pence for the machine.
Inside his dirty Mondeo, Flowers pulled out the cup holder and inserted the cardboard cup of steaming coffee. He had no lid for it, but decided it would be OK if he drove slowly. Unfortunately, the road down to the canal was well provided with speed humps and by the time he stopped, half the coffee was dripping from the cup holder to the carpet. He scarcely noticed the spilt liquid and gazed morosely over the canal to the allotments beyond as he drank what was remaining. Leonard Cohen's Greatest Hits was playing on the CD unit as it had done for weeks, but he was barely aware. He tossed the empty cup into the