The Disappearance of Natalie Firth
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When all the bodies have been filed away, and the killer of the Home Secretary’s son apprehended, Larry must cope with being inundated with the request for work, having become a household name and a knight of the realm. But then unaccountably he starts having dreams...
Harry, the eight year old son of Malcolm and Natalie Firth, engages Larry Dexxman to find his mother, but he has no idea of the can of worms that he is about to open. Larry is astounded to realise that he knew that Harry would be coming.
His wife Penny, Neil and Denise his two new assistants, and Sally, a tiny shih-tsu/Yorkshire terrier cross, embark on a mission to find her. With the help of MI6 they delve into the murky depths of Malcolm’s life and are astounded and horrified to find that he has links with Vincente Vasquez, a known villain, suspected of drug smuggling and murder.
When Special Branch shows an interest in his case, Larry finds that he has unwittingly become embroiled in an ongoing espionage investigation, which seems to be inexorable linked with Natalie’s disappearance.
Whether Natalie is alive or dead is a moot point, when keeping himself, his friends, and Harry alive, becomes the order of the day.
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The Disappearance of Natalie Firth - Robert A.V. Jacobs
Children’s fiction, ten years of age and upwards:
Daisy Weal
Daisy Weal and the Monster
Daisy Weal and Sir Charles
Daisy Weal and the Last Crenian
Dauntless
The Adventures of Daisy Weal (Omnibus edition, containing four of the books in the series)
Grandpa’s Shed
Short Stories in the Daisy Weal series
(Available as ebooks):
Daisy Weal and the Grelflin
Daisy Weal and the Weenies
Daisy Weal and the Millions
Daisy Weal and the Face
Daisy Weal and the Secret
Daisy Weal and the Disaster
Daisy Weal and the Ghost
Daisy Weal and the Figment
Young Adult and Adult Fiction:
The Lost Starship
The Star Queen
Speaker (A collection of 31 short stories)
The Yellow Dragon.
The Diamond Sword of Tor
Cardoney (Omnibus edition containing both The Yellow Dragon and The Diamond Sword of Tor)
Adult Science Fiction:
As a Consequence
Taldi’na
Adult Detective/Murder Mysteries:
Dexxman
Time to Die
A Promise to Doreen
Almost Enough
Non-fiction:
Sudoku, Food for the Mind
Table of Contents
Also by
Author’s Note
Dedication
Foreword
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Why not write a review?
Character List
Time to Die
About the Author
Author’s Note
This is my second venture into an Adult Detective/Murder Mystery, and I hope that you enjoy reading it. This is the next novel in the Lawrence Dexxman Mysteries
series, featuring the seventy-five year old Private Detective Lawrence Dexxman, his wife Penny, and Sally, his Yorkshire Terrier/Shih-tsu cross.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to Victor Nelson M.D., and Tom Morrison, my friends and fellow authors. Without whose encouragement it might not have been written.
Foreword
When all the bodies have been filed away, the killer of the Home Secretary’s son apprehended, and the infiltration of MI6 resolved, Larry must cope with being inundated with requests for work, having become a household name and a knight of the realm. But then unaccountably he starts having dreams. At first it is a frightening experience, but when he realises that the dreams are warnings, and those warnings have saved his life on several occasions, his intended visit to a psychiatrist is put on hold.
Harry, the eight year old son of Malcolm and Natalie Firth, engages Larry Dexxman to find his mother, but he has no idea of the can of worms that he is about to open. Larry is astounded to realise that he knew that Harry would be coming.
His wife Penny, Neil and Denise his two new assistants, and Sally, a tiny shih-tsu/Yorkshire terrier cross, embark on a mission to find her. With the help of MI6 they delve into the murky depths of Malcolm’s life and are astounded and horrified to find that he has links with Vincente Vasquez, a known villain, suspected of involvement in drug smuggling and murder.
When Special Branch, in the form of Dennis Lancing, shows an unusual interest in his case, Larry finds that he has unwittingly become embroiled in an ongoing espionage investigation, which seems to be inexorable linked with Natalie’s disappearance.
Whether Natalie is alive or dead is a moot point, when keeping himself, his friends, and Harry alive, becomes the order of the day.
Chapter One
I woke up wondering why Penny was licking my nose, only to discover that it was Sally standing astride my chest and trying her best to drown me. I spluttered something like ‘Blurggg’ and lifted her to one side, and then the reason for my rude awakening became apparent as the sound of the office phone impinged upon my consciousness. I could hardly hear it through the quite solid door of the bedroom, but Sally had no such problems, and felt that it was a human thing that needed human intervention.
I had been wrenched out of the middle of a weird dream, and the fact that I was having one was weird in itself. I don’t normally have odd dreams. My dreams are invariably of me, much younger and sandwiched between two naked beauties that are bent on jumping my bones fatally. But this dream had only just started and Sally’s licking had pulled me away from it. I had been dreaming that I had just got up, and there was a timid knock on the door. I looked over to the monitor and could see no one there, but then the tap came again. I opened the door to see a young boy of about seven or eight standing there. At that point the dream was interrupted by Sally waking me up. As I say it was very odd, but I was not going to knock myself out trying to analyse it.
It had been several months since the debacle of the Home Secretary and things in the world were slowly getting back to normal. The US had been given permission to re-establish a single base in the UK, even though Britain was no longer a part of NATO, and happily agreed to all of the new restrictions that had been applied. The UK had stepped back from actually withdrawing from the UN, but had resigned from the Security Council. The date for the referendum on Europe had been fixed, and the British Justice bill, had been passed, compelling Judges to only consider British law in their deliberations.
But right now, I had no time to dwell on politics, because the phone had been ringing for an inordinately long time. Penny had become the object of Sally’s attention, as I had slipped out of bed and was struggling to pull up my trousers and operate the door handle at the same time, and she also spluttered into consciousness.
I reached the phone and it stopped ringing. I’m not quite sure how that works. It rings for any length of time from a few seconds to several minutes, but then still manages to stop just as you reach for it. It is definitely one of those mysteries of technology that I am far too old to understand. I have examined it carefully, but I can find no hidden cameras, so it’s certainly not deliberate, but probably just the fates having a laugh at my expense. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to the bedroom.
Penny was sitting up in bed, totally naked with the covers around her waist, her breasts were quite beautiful, and I licked by lips at the sight.
Now that Sally’s stopped licking you, can I take over,
I asked.
As long as it’s not my face that you want to lick,
she said.
Certainly not,
I replied.
Good,
she said, and placing her hands behind her head, she leaned backwards and stretched luxuriously in the bed, Please be my guest.
When we eventually emerged from the bedroom, Neil and Denise were already at their desks poring over the files of a number of open cases that we were investigating.
I had suddenly found that I was getting far more cases than I could handle, and making more money than I ever had, leading me to believe that I might just get rich before I died. But it was how to cover the cases that concerned me, so I asked Neil, who was a PI himself, if he would work for me full time, and he agreed. I split the profits, after operational costs had been deducted, to twenty-five percent for each of us. I had found out that clients were happy with whatever I charged them, so I introduced a sliding scale depending on how much they appeared to be worth.
Our last case had been to do with industrial espionage, where a software developer kept finding that his ideas popped up all over the place with no help from him. It didn’t take us long to find out that his partner in the company was making more money from selling his ideas than he was from the company. The damages that the developer got, wiped out all of that, and he was so grateful that we received a cheque for fifty grand even though we had only asked for ten.
There was a timid tap on the door, and I looked over to the monitor and there was no one there, but then came the tap again. It was Déjà-vu. I knew who was there, but I couldn’t believe it, so I just walked over to the door. Penny slipped her hand into her desk drawer and around the handle of the Glock that she kept there. I could have told her that it was OK, but I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t believe that I was reliving a dream. I opened the door and a young man of about seven or eight was indeed standing there looking up at me. For a second, I couldn’t say anything, but then I recovered my composure,
Good morning Sir,
I said grandly, what can I do for you?
Are you Larry Dexyman?
he asked.
Well nearly,
I said, It’s Dexxman with two X’s.
Oh, sorry Mr Dexx..man, I didn’t know people could have two X’s in their names. My name is Harold Firth, but my dad calls me Harry. I did phone earlier, but no one answered.
Well that solved the mystery of the phone ringing, and the length of time it had taken for me to get to it must have exceeded Harry’s attention span and he had rung off.
Pleased to meet you Harry; I’m sorry that it took me so long to get to the phone, but I’m afraid I was still in bed.
I replied, My name is Lawrence, but you can call me Larry. Won’t you come in? Perhaps you would like a coke or something?
Well I would like a cup of tea, and don’t worry about the phone, I realised that it was much too early, right after I had made the call.
he said, endearing himself to me immediately.
Sally is not keen on children as they are too close to her own size, and was eyeing him dubiously, and rumbling softly to herself.
Is this the famous Sally?
he asked.
Yes,
I said, then to Sally, this young gentleman is Harry.
Sally was still looking dubious even though she’d been introduced, but then she seemed to make up her mind, and leapt on him hell bent on licking every bit of skin that showed.
You’d better let him up for breath Babe,
I said, I don’t think he came just to see you.
No sir, I didn’t,
said Harry, it said on the tele that you are a famous detective, and I wondered if you could help me.
Where are your parents Harry, and how did you get here?
I asked.
I may only be eight,
he said, but I know how to buy a tube ticket and get on a train. And I can read the signs. I came on my own. It’s safe enough.
In my mind, I reviewed the many unpleasant things that had happened to me during my life, and thought that it must be very nice to view the world as just somewhere to play. Kids never seem to worry, it’s just us grown-ups that do that.
Won't your parents be worrying?
I asked, Perhaps I should phone them for you?
That's what I came to see you about. My mum is missing.
Penny closed her drawer and came round the desk, took him by the hand and led him to an armchair that we reserved for clients,
Sit here Harry,
she said, and then you can tell Larry the whole story, while I make us some tea.
Thank you, miss,
he said politely.
I sat down in a chair just opposite him,
Ok Harry, go ahead, I’m listening.
My mum has gone away. She didn’t tell me where she was going, and Dad won’t tell me either. He just doesn’t seem bothered. She always said she loved me, but you don’t do that to people you love, do you?
No you don’t, but you do know Harry that I do this for a living, and people pay for my services.
Yes sir, I do,
he said seriously, my allowance is two pounds a week, and I would be happy to give that to you every week if you find her.
Penny came into the room bearing a tray of mugs, which she passed around after first giving one to Harry. She had overheard the last part of the conversation, and was giving me the look. You know, that look that says be nice or no sex for a month.
No Harry, that won’t do,
I said, and then added as Penny’s mouth began to open, it’s far too much money, and I can’t leave you without any allowance. I’ll tell you what. You pay me twenty five pence per week for four weeks, and we’ll call it quits.
Penny face lit up, and she started to grin, the grin that says you’re a lovely man and you get sex at the very minimum of twice tonight.
Yes sir, I think I can afford that,
said Harry.
Alright then, you go and sit in front of that lady there,
I said pointing to Denise, she’s Denise by the way, and she will get all of your information down on paper. Once we have that, we can get to work. But you must understand that we have to ring your father to let him know where you are. Give Denise your number, if you have it, and she’ll phone him when you’ve finished.
Oh yes Mr Dexxman, I have it on a label sewn into my jacket.
Once we had extracted as much information from him as we could, Denise phoned his father. He sat