G. Baxter & Flint Case: Perjury by Proxy

By Violetta Antcliff

James Bellamy has been to hell and back. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, he fights tooth and nail to prove his innocence. In desperation, he turns to the services of G.Baxter and Co, private investigators and is shocked by what they discover. A vengeful, jealous woman, whom James only met briefly, is prepared for her own daughter to commit perjury if it means he ends up in jail.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gypsy Shadow Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Oct 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781619503182

Violetta Antcliff

Violetta Antcliff has been a member of the Nottingham Writers' Club for over twenty years. A winner of numerous short story competitions, her work was area short listed in Waterstone's Wow Factor story competition. Took first prize in Nottingham County Council short story competition with a story called "Irish Mouse Tales," which was published by Gypsy Shadow Publishing as an eBook in July of 2012. She has had her poetry and short stories read on local radio. Violetta is a prolific writer of short fiction, having written and published more than 40 short stories with Gypsy Shadow.

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Contents

Copyright Page

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

About the Author

G. Baxter & Flint CASE: Perjury by Proxy

by

Violetta Antcliff

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Copyright © August 23, 2017, Violetta Antcliff

Cover Art Copyright © 2017, Charlotte Holley

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ISBN: 978-1-61950-318-2

Published in the United States of America

First eBook Edition: October 1, 2017

Chapter 1

James was looking for a secretary, someone capable of keeping his appointments diary up to date, sorting the mail, answering the phone.

He had inherited a thriving business—import and export of fashion footwear—from his father, and up until recently he had seen to everything himself. Now, at the age of 38, he thought it was about time he afforded himself the luxury of a secretary.

He’d placed an ad in the Nottingham evening post: Wanted male or female willing to work irregular hours, pay negotiable. He received a couple of replies that looked promising the day following.

The sun was shining in through the office window. Sat behind his desk on a comfortable chair, James Bellingham leaned back and waited impatiently for the first person he had invited for an interview to arrive. He had a lot on today and couldn’t afford to waste time.

He glanced at his wristwatch; the applicant was already fifteen minutes late. Not a good start, he mused.

He got to his feet, strolled over to the window and looked out. His personal parking space was empty, his BMW was at the garage being serviced.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door.

Come in, he barked.

The girl who walked in had dark shoulder-length hair, blue eyes and a trim figure. She was also disturbingly beautiful.

James tore his eyes away from her, told her to take a seat and asked if she had brought her CV with her.

I didn’t think I needed one, she said in a husky voice.

"Well, I am afraid you