Co-Vid 2020: Amelia Hartliss Mysteries, #21
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Melia is facing yet another change of boss. Somehow the governments doesn't seem happy unless they're shaking up British Security Services and making the agents uncomfortable and insecure. Captain Gibson isn't around. Some say he has been sent for 're-education'. Meanwhile, a jumped-up little toerag from London has been sent up north to Salford to show the natives how to do stuff. So far, according to all reports, he has been a miserable failure.
Meanwhile, an older woman from Melia's past, Jan Branch, re-appears after many years away. Jan's mother has died and she is there to clear her old house and tidy up loose ends. Unfortunately, she is not the same person she was when she left town. Where she lives now, in the East Indies, they call her the 'Gun-running Granny', for that is her new profession. She hadn't planned on staying long, but two things delay her departure. One, there is an Arms Fair in the city and she sees an opportunity to do some deals and make some money. Second, she hears that a successful property developer, Jimmy Batter, has amassed a fortune which he intends to divide amongst his ungrateful family. Unluckily for them, the 'Treasure' is hidden, and although various relatives are falling over themselves to find the money, Jan thinks she has a much better chance than most. After all, she used to be a film-maker, and captured Old Jim on video, back in the day. Those films, made by the group known as 'Co-operative Videographers', maybe provide all the clues necessary to unearth the fortune.
Melia might care, but she has other things to do. After the trauma of the last few months, a holiday in Spain led to a liaison with a young man who wants to save an unfairly imprisoned journalist. Melia is eager to help, and for one reason only - she is in love. She doesn't want anyone to know, but John Lewis has stolen her heart. She would do anything for him, and before long, we find out exactly what that is.
Mike Scantlebury
Mike Scantlebury is my author name, which I chose once I'd decided to use my real name on the outside of books. I was born in the South West of England, but after a lot of roaming, found a new billet in the North West, across the river from Manchester (England). I've written dozens of books and you can find them on the shelves of online bookstores everywhere. They're mostly in the world of Romance and the smaller world of Crime Fiction and Mysteries. Mostly, the novels are like the great Colossus and straddle both sides of the stream. The thing that makes me interesting is that I also sing and write songs and you can find them on social media and the corners of The Web. Which is pretty good. I'm a bit old for the internet, really. Happier with an abacus
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Co-Vid 2020 - Mike Scantlebury
Chapter ONE
You friend Melia can't help you now!
the angry young man yelled threateningly.
Jan Branch sighed.
She had seen lots of adolescents like him in her travels around the world. They were full of energy and bluff. It was all bluster. They had no skills, no fighting prowess. Of course, here in Salford, in North West England, they didn't need the actual martial arts. Most 'fights' turned into a lot of pushing and promises, in her experience. Where she'd been recently, east of Java, people often ended up dead.
It was a wholly different experience. It was real. This kid knew nothing.
Let's go into the living room,
she said helpfully.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror over the mantelpiece. An old lady. Grey hair, slightly stooped at the shoulders. Thin build, and taller than average. Jan Branch looked frail, a Senior Citizen approaching her seventieth birthday in December. Everybody would think that.
They would be wrong.
Where she’d been, they called her 'The Gun-Running Granny', which was unfair. She'd never had children, let alone grandchildren.
They were in her mother's house. Her mother had died earlier in the year, right at the start of virus Lock-down. Jan had managed to get a flight back to Singapore, but then the airline had simply withdrawn all travel and she was trapped. She checked into a nice hotel, not too big, not too expensive - although she could afford it - and made all the funeral arrangements over the internet, talking to people via the Broom app.
Now it was summer and she'd managed to get a plane to Manchester, at last. The house - the place she'd grown up in - had been locked for months, and was dim and dusty. She'd spent several days working her way through the accumulated clutter, and had chosen the things she wanted to keep. Then she booked a Clearance service. They were coming tomorrow. They'd take the furniture and sell the stuff, but everything else would go in the bin and end up at the tip. She had no regrets. Her mother's house had plenty of bad memories and no real treasures.
Just artefacts.
Being far away, spending most of her time in the jungle, Jan Branch couldn't resist the temptation to send her Mum the kind of tat that local people produced for the tourists. It was exotic, but mostly fake. There were carved face masks, in wood, and tapestries and hangings for the walls, bright colours and jagged designs, which anyone knowledgeable would recognise instantly as being copied from Muslim models, not tribal art from head-hunters and cannibals, (as local people liked to call themselves).
Jan picked up a blackened wooden stave. It was a spear at one end, and the other was like a mallet, a hammer. She spun around abruptly, hefting it in her hand and caught the young man on the temple. He collapsed in a heap. No scream, no sigh. Just unconsciousness.
Jan Branch went back, through the kitchen, and let herself out the back door, going into her mother's greenhouse. There was a jam-jar filled with cable ties, she'd noticed before. She brought the whole jar back into the house and knelt over the captive.
Tie ankle to wrist, she decided. It was a trick she'd learned from the native people. It totally immobilised the victim, and left them in an undignified position for someone to find. Someone would find him, she hoped, after she'd gone, but she wasn't planning on waiting around for him to wake up.
The task done, she sat down in her mother's favourite armchair and played over what the youngster had told her.
I want Jimmy Batter's treasure!
he declared, and you can help me find it.
It seemed such an unlikely story.
He said his name was Timmy, Timmy Batter, and he was a grandson to the great man. Jimmy Batter had been known as The Chip-Shop King when Jan lived in Salford, but that was the problem. Shortly after she left the city, he had called a family meeting and they had all agreed to sell the takeaway empire he had created. They would put the money into property. Building was the new business, Jimmy declared. The future.
It was good timing. Construction had been in the doldrums for a few years, following the great Depression and financial collapse of 2007-08, but things were starting to re-awaken. New money arrived in Manchester, looking for investment. The Batters were across the river, in Salford, and they planned to take advantage. But this new wave of Chinese investors were generous beyond expectation. In the first six months, 'Chip Son Properties', the Batter business, didn't put in any of their own cash. It was all foreign wealth. What would they do with their savings, their profit from chips?
Jimmy called another Family Meeting, and the agreement was that they would bury the haul in a tin box and leave it for seven years. At the end of that time, on November 5th, appropriately enough, they would dig it up and, if the money wasn't needed for building work, they would divide it up between the whole clan.
Timmy, the kid who had arrived on Jan's doorstep said: We need you to help us find it.
Jan was baffled.
Why don't you just ask your Grandad, Jimmy Batter?
He's been kidnapped,
the young man said sadly.
Apparently, according to witnesses, they had seen the old man, Jimmy Batter, being bundled into a large car and driven off at high speed. The perpetrators were muffled in masks and unrecognisable. The car had been stolen, and was found abandoned later the same day. The police had no leads. The patriarch had disappeared from the face of the earth, unfortunately, just as the seven year deadline was about to expire.
The problem, for the Batter family, was that they didn't trust Jimmy. They imagined that he would blab to his kidnappers and tell them where 'the Treasure' was located. They had to act fast, get to the box before the criminals did. (Which was confusing for Jan. She had always thought that the Batters were criminals too. It was that sort of family. Similar to the person she had become, while she'd been away.)
I don't see how I can help,
Jan said sadly, meaning every word.
You made the films,
he said accusingly. You were part of Co-Vid 2013.
The 'Co-operative Videographers'? Sure, Jan agreed. She had been a founder member.
It was all the fault of the BBC.
In 2010 the British Broadcasting Corporation had decided to move from their TV and radio Headquarters in central Manchester. After considering several opportunities, they settled on a site next to the River Irwell in Salford. It was grandly named 'Media Cosmos' in their honour, and was only the start - Independent Television and freelance producers moved in soon afterwards, filling the new office blocks and raising the temperature of the locale to highbrow. Since the area had once been the home to Salford docks, the City Council convinced itself it was moving up in the world.
The BBC wanted to impress. Through 2011, as they began to occupy their new home, they sent out missionaries to the local population to talk Culture. Jan, one such resident, was invited to join a new group studying Creative Writing. They worked on radio plays for the BBC. It came to nothing, and none of their work was ever broadcast.
However, another group, more to Ms Branch's liking, was tutored in the skills of News Gathering. They gave her a sound recorder and sent her out to talk to people. This was more her style. It came naturally to her. She loved it.
Unfortunately, none of the recordings she and the rest of the team made ever reached as far as the BBC airwaves, but the gang found a warmer welcome at the local community radio station. Their interviews, edited and selected into topics, became a regular staple of the station's shows.
Then Jan discovered video.
Again, it was