The Easter Gang & Sinister Mister Fimister

By Rachael Anne Long

Nothing is straightforward... Holly, Ryan and Moggy are three school friends who, over the course of a week during the Easter holidays, find themselves caught up in a plot to recover a haul of stolen gold...

Did the three friends unknowingly stumble across something? Is that why Moggy was injured in a hit and run and left with a broken arm and leg?

How is the village policeman involved and just what is the Brownie troupe leader doing with vegetables? Nothing is straightforward...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachael Anne Long
• Release date: Oct 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301764969

Rachael Anne Long

Rachael Anne Long is the author of several ebooks, including the anarchic animal adventure series, The Lost Forest and the adult short story collection, First Person Singular. Rachael has previously worked for government departments and a national children’s charity. She lives in Somerset, England with her daughter and their orange rescue cat where she writes, bakes, eats cake and enjoys being herself.

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The Easter Gang

&

Sinister Mister Fimister

by

Rachael Long

for Karen who said it was taking too long…

Copyright 2013 Rachael Long

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The Easter Gang &

Sinister Mister Fimister

contents

Chapter one

The Tuesday after Easter

Chapter two

The Wednesday after Easter ~ late morning

Chapter three

The Wednesday after Easter ~ around midday

Chapter four

The Thursday after Easter ~ around 9.30am

Chapter five

The Thursday after Easter ~ afternoon

Chapter six

The Thursday after Easter ~ just after 7.00pm

Chapter seven

The Thursday after Easter ~ sunset

Chapter eight

The Thursday after Easter ~ night time

Chapter nine

The Friday after Easter – morning

Epilogue

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one

The Tuesday after Easter

The Churchyard, Trove Village

The view through the binoculars was blurred.

Can you see anything yet? See what’s going on?

Nah, it’s all… he looked over, fuzzy…and before you say anything, yes I have tried focusing them!

What about wiping them? She smiled, cocked her head to one side and blinked her eyes slowly.

Funny! Here! He thrust the binoculars at her. You see!

Holly took the binoculars and wiped them all over. See, she said smiling at Ryan, this lens is all scratched but this one, now that I’ve given it a wipe, looks to be fine. If we use them like a telescope, she held one side of the binoculars up to her right eye, perfect!

Ryan snatched the binoculars back and muttered something under his breath.

Well I still don’t see him, he complained.

That, began Holly, speaking very slowly, is because he hasn’t appeared yet!

Oh yes, I have! a voice called out.

Holly and Ryan looked down from the tree they were perched in.

Moggy! exclaimed Ryan. Come up and join us.

Moggy looked up and waved his right arm and left leg as best he could.

Ryan, said Holly, you are such an idiot. You know he’s got a broken arm and leg!

Ryan muttered to himself that when he broke his collarbone last year, he didn’t let it stop him from riding around on his bike…

Holly climbed down from the tree and smiled at Moggy then nodded up at Ryan; he thinks he’s the lost bear-man-cub-thing of Trove village or something…perhaps Big Mouth rather than Big Foot. Although I’m not sure if the real Big Foot would climb trees…

Ryan half swung, half jumped down from the tree and, landing behind Moggy, slapped him lightly on the back. Gotcha!

Moggy spun round and knocked Ryan playfully on the head with his plaster-cast-covered right arm. Gotcha back!

Holly tutted, is this what they call male bonding? I suppose you’ll want to go off now and talk about how rubbish last night’s football commentary was.

Moggy smiled, it was a bit lame actually…

Before Ryan could give his thoughts on last night’s game and football commentary in general, Holly snatched the binoculars from him and passed them to Moggy. I’m afraid your binoculars are completely wrecked. You could use them as a telescope though; one side seems fine but a real telescope would be much better.

Moggy held the binoculars up to his eyes. Mmm…I see what you mean. Even the good side isn’t really that triff. Triff was Moggy’s latest buzzword – short for terrific. But, in Moggy’s mind, it could mean lots of different things; boring teas could be un-triff or not very triff as could people, clothes, TV programmes and yes, football games and commentaries. If something were exceptionally bad, Moggy would brand it as being trifflessly untriff! He handed the binoculars to Ryan.

My dad’s put in a claim for them on the insurance, he said beginning to rummage inside his fleece.

Ryan turned the binoculars over in his hands. Why don’t we, he said, smiling, donate them to the church jumble sale? Can you imagine some old toffee chewer buying them, then taking them home and getting all jiggy ‘cause one side’s busted!

Holly shook her head and laughed, you are so cruel, Ryan, you should know that most toffee chewers would be too blind to notice!

Moggy finished rummaging in his fleece and pulled out an e-tab. Ta-dah! My mum and dad bought me this, mainly for Easter but mostly because I got run over. Oh, and also because they have decided, he put on a dull voice, to go off to Europe for a week for a romantic holiday, he shook his head and made an ‘urgh’ sound before continuing. It’s the latest e-tab model; ten inch screen, super-thin, twin speakers, can use it like a big phone too.

Ryan and Holly nodded, cool, smart and very, very triff! they said.

And, Moggy added, touching his finger to the screen, it has a really double triff zoom cam, look. He pointed the e-tab at the school across the road, their school: Trove Village, Church of England Primary School, and zoomed in on the school office.

Wow, that is a zoom! exclaimed Holly.

Watch out! Ryan said suddenly, It’s the vicar! Better hide or he’ll moan about us using his graveyard as a playground. The three friends ducked behind a tall gravestone next to a yew tree that the previous year the churchwarden had tried, very unsuccessfully, to cut into the shape of a cross. So bad was his attempt that the yew tree was now referred to by almost everyone in the village as the cactus…

The vicar passed by the cactus-cross yew tree, humming and singing to himself, Twas God that brought me to the tree. Although as he passed, he tripped and muttered under his breath something about churchwardens and shears…it was not polite…

Out of site behind the gravestone of

Elmer Bussey

Taken peacefully in his sleep

3rd May 1833

Holly, Ryan and Moggy spoke in hushed voices…

Likes a good curse, doesn’t he, grinned Moggy as the vicar’s footsteps grew fainter.

I thought he was meant to be leaving, said Ryan, you know, off to be a missionary somewhere?

Holly gave a little giggle, you started that rumour last year!

Ryan shrugged and laughed, must have been a good one, even I believed it!

You know, said Holly, checking it was clear to come out, I can’t believe the Easter holidays are half over.

"Well at least we