Who Killed The Mince Spy?: A Food Crime Investigation
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When Mitchell the Mince Spy is horrifically murdered by being over baked in a fan oven, it falls to the Food Related Crime team to investigate this heinous act. Why was Mitchell killed? Who is the mysterious man with a long white beard and why does he carry a syringe? Why is it that the death of a mince spy smells so good?
Detective Inspector Willie Wortel, the best food sapiens police officer, once again leads his team into a series of crazy escapades. Supported by his able homo sapiens sergeant Dorothy Knox and his less able fruit officers Oranges and Lemons, they encounter Snow White and the seven dwarf cabbages as well as having a run in with the food sapiens secret service, MI GasMark5.
With a thigh slap here, and a thigh slap there, the team know Christmas is coming as the upper classes are acting strangely - why else would there be lords a leaping, ladies dancing and maids a milking?
And if that wasn't enough, the Government Minister for the Department of Fisheries, Agriculture and Rural Trade (DAFaRT) has only gone and given the turkeys a vote on whether they are for or against Christmas.
Let the madness begin!
This short story by Matthew Redford follows his deliciously irreverent debut Addicted To Death (Clink Street Publishing, 2015)."
Matthew Redford
Matthew Redford is the author of Addicted to Death: A Food Crime Investigation.
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Who Killed The Mince Spy? - Matthew Redford
1
The no fan of fan ovens fan club
The soft sound of castanets drifted across the morning daybreak as effortlessly as a butterfly meandering over a garden in summer.
Except this was no summer day.
It was a cold, brisk December morning. A frost had settled overnight, not too thick to be troublesome, but thick enough to mean that car windscreens needed to be scraped with whatever device the driver had to hand. For Mitchell it was the back of an unused library card which he had found lurking in his wallet, not that he could actually remember signing up for one in the first place. No matter, it was coming in useful now.
Silently cursing, he stretched across his hire car and scratched at the frost. In his own car he knew he could slip into the drivers’ seat, flick on the inbuilt heating system, sit back and wait for the frost to melt away. But he was undercover and needed to make do with the hire car his bosses had provided. An old, two bob, all-expense-spared rust bucket of a car. Not only had it seen better days, Mitchell thought that the car was probably around when the engine was first invented.
With that thought in mind, Mitchell chuckled to himself and put all the effort his little shortcrust frame could muster into shifting that last piece of frost. And as he reached out he never noticed the approaching figure from behind, syringe in one hand, castanets in the other.
**********
He was awake now. A groggy conscious, but consciousness nonetheless.
He looked around trying to get his bearings. There was a stillness to the room with just the morning daylight streaking in through the skylights reflecting, glistening, off some tall metal units which seemed to adorn most of the walls. He closed his eyes and told himself to focus, his training for such events taking hold. Opening his eyes he was able to get a better sense of where he was being held.
A kitchen.
A sense of panic hit him causing bile to rush up his throat. Swallowing hard he tried to move and realised he was tied down. A sudden sense of nakedness overwhelmed him as Mitchell felt cold steel touching his pale, shortcrust back. His aluminium tin coat had been removed, discarded on the floor next to where he was bound.
From the shadows appeared a tall, well-built male, dressed in a long white downy coat. His stature dominated the room and Mitchell found that he could not take his eyes of the impressive figure that had blended so elegantly into the darkness just a few moments beforehand.
I am the last bastion of freedom, whereas you prefer to play the game of espionage.
Although the tall figure spoke directly to Mitchell, it was as though he was talking to a wider audience.
I know all about you. I have watched your every movement. You tried so hard to infiltrate my group, but to no avail. For I know you are a mince spy. A failed, pathetic mince spy who in a few short minutes will tell me what I want to know.
Mitchell watched the tall figure step back into the shadows, all the while hearing the rattle of castanets reverberate around the kitchen. He knew he needed to act fast in order to try to save himself and he valiantly fought against the straps which held down his arms and legs. With each movement, they dug deeper into his crust, the pain intensifying as mincemeat and spices began to seep out of his wounds. Mitchell stopped struggling and craned his neck forward to see what was holding him down. Freezer ties. Two per limb. He rested his head back against the cold metal to which he was tied. There was no escape.
The last bastion reappeared from the shadows, a childlike smile on his face. In his hands he held a long, plastic tube with a rubber top that was filled with what seemed to be a yellowish cream. With a few strides he stood before the mince spy, towering above his captive. He stooped low and eyeballed Mitchell, savouring the fear which shone through in his victim’s eyes. He raised a surprisingly soft hand to Mitchell’s face and gently caressed his latticed skin. With seemingly no effort, he gripped Mitchell’s jaw and forced open his mouth inserting the plastic tube in one fluid motion. A short squeeze on the rubber nozzle and Mitchell felt the cream ooze into mouth, filling his throat and airways.
The taste was unmistakable.
He was going to drown in brandy butter.
And then, as he felt himself start to fade, the tube was removed and discarded to the floor next to his aluminium tin coat. Gasping for air, his lungs burning, Mitchell tried to refocus on the last bastion. He had taken a step back and was watching Mitchell closely.
Now my dear mince spy, one question to save your life. Who sent you?
Mitchell knew that regardless of his answer he was not going to escape with his life. His years of training meant he took one final dignified stand and he refused to answer, taking this information to the grave.
The last bastion was not remotely surprised. He clicked his fingers and from deeper within the kitchen appeared two accomplices, one wearing a sombrero and one shaking the castanets which Mitchell had been hearing throughout this ordeal. Seeing a look of confusion cross Mitchell’s face, the last bastion felt a warm glow rise inside of his body.
Not many people realise that we originate from Mexico. You see that was your mistake too, and it has cost you your life.
The last bastion’s two