Coming March 21, 2018, from author L.S. Fellows: Casualty of Court, a courtroom drama with unexpected genre-bending twists. Available for pre-order until March 21 at Casualty of Court. Interview with L.S. FELLOWS From far-away Spain comes my mystery author friend, L.S. Fellows, to share with us the inside story on her newest novel, Casualty of Court, that […]
We’re having a change of venue this week, since Dr Ed Case has own office in a rather affluent location in the City Centre. Much to Annie’s relief – she gets her space back, although she has requested a full steam clean to get rid of the lingering fragrances from CeeCee’s incense sticks. I think the Cedar wood was a step too far for her.
Anyway, Dr Ed’s therapy suite is on the thirteenth floor of the auspicious Rizzolo building, with spectacular views of the city and the River Rizzle. It should make the characters feel relaxed, unless they have a fear of heights, that is.
First up, as is the norm, we have Fern. She’s taking the lift right now and will be with us shortly. She won’t be alone, however. Dr Ed has asked Raven to join her. He has an altogether different approach to his questioning; his focus being on what drives the two young woman in this case and beyond. Eddie, as he’s asked to be called when the duo arrive, wants to be sure they’ll both come through this trial experience unscathed, and for that they’ll need to rely on and support each other.
So, while we wait for them to arrive, let’s take a tour of Dr Ed’s chambers and, if we have time, we can check out his credentials as well.
A steel door opens into a room bathed in natural light as a result of the floor-to-ceiling window directly opposite. The remaining walls are painted in a soft shade of green – I’d hasten a guess at a pistachio blend – with grey fixtures and fittings. Overstuffed armchairs – upholstered in a grey, paisley print circle a low, glass-topped table to the left, another chair and couch, in the same fabric, sit to the right. A steel desk and black, leather chair take the centre stage, with the cityscape in the background.
It’s rather low-key, but nonetheless elegant. Nothing like CeeCee’s makeover of Annie’s office at all.
Dr Ed Case, MD, Psy. D, sits at his desk, reading case notes, I imagine.
A knock on the door alerts him to their arrival. We’ll have to check his credentials another time.
EC: Come on in (He stands and walks to the door as Fern enters, followed by Raven) Welcome, ladies. please, make yourselves comfortable (he directs them to the grey armchairs)
RH: What a stunning view (she wanders over to the window – it’s the artist in her – always a sucker for a view)
FM: Hello, Dr ..
EC: Call me Eddie. It’s not as though you’re here as a client. (He smiles, revealing a dazzling display of expensive veneers)
FM: Thank you, Eddie
Fern’s voice is rather faint. I’m not sure she’s comfortable in this environment. Maybe she’s seen too many doctors in the last few years.
(Raven joins them, and takes a seat, sinking into the well-upholstered seat with a sigh. Fern shakes her head and pulls up besides her.)
FM: I’ll stay in my wheelchair, if that’s alright with you, Eddie.
EC: Of course. Whatever you’re most comfortable with. Now, would you like coffee, tea?
(Fern shakes her head – again) Someone is determined not to relax.
RH: I’d love a cappuccino, or failing that a simple white coffee. (she catches Fern’s disapproving look and mouths “What?” to her)
EC: No problem. This machine can handle that. It’s why I bought it – bit of a coffee connoisseur myself. Fern, would you prefer a cold drink?
FM: I’m fine.
That’ll be a “no” then!
(With coffees poured, Eddie sits opposite them and takes a sip, discreetly observing the two women during a moment of silence)
EC: So, I understand you’ve met with Annie and CeeCee already? What did you make of those sessions? (He directed his question at Fern)
FM: Annie was professional, as you’d expect. CeeCee was … well, let’s just say, we didn’t hit it off.
EC: Why was that?
Oh, Eddie, you’re pushing it now.
FM: I don’t believe in “magic”, Eddie.
Air quotes too. Well, you asked for it, Ed.
EC: Really? And, you, Raven, what’s your experience been like?
RH: Much the same. CeeCee’s attempts to connect with my dad were just too ridiculous for words. when she started talking through Blanche, her spirit guide, I knew it would end in disaster.
EC: Did it?
(Raven furrows her brow)
EC: End in disaster?
RH: Well, she certainly didn’t make any sense. Just spouted some nonsense about it not ending with the trial.
(Both women laugh – at CeeCee’s expense. Dr Ed gets up and fetches his notepad, then sits again and scribbles away. The women exchange glances.)
EC: Then you must have plans. After the trial?
RH: Too right we do. Once this is over, we’ll be focusing all our attention on a new business venture. Won’t we, Fern?
(Fern blushes) Is she as on board as Raven is with this?
FM: Correct. (she straightens her posture – a tad too much, possibly) Once this trial ends, and that creep is behind bars for good, all this will become a distant memory. Despite what CeeCee says, it all ends here, and I – we – get to return to normal.
Methinks she doth protest too much.
EC: Have you worked together before?
RH: (she jumps in to answer) No, but we have complimentary skills. I’m trained as a PI and Fern has the business brains. We’ve got this sorted.
EC: That’s good to hear. All too often, people who have been involved in a crime and subsequent court case, particularly those who are attacked, they struggle to rebuild their lives. Haunted by memories. It takes some people years of therapy to get over it.
FM: (laughs) are you touting for business?
EC: Just stating facts, Fern. You’re lucky to have such great support.
FM: I know that. And we will make this business work. Trust me.
Hmm, famous last words, maybe.
EC: (he bows his head in acknowledgement) Raven, you’ve given up your time to accompany Fern. You must be firm friends?
O-oh. Eddie’s messing with fire now.
RH: (fidgets in her chair) We’ve not known each that long. Certainly not as long as I’ve known Nessa.
(Fern scoffs. Ed makes more notes)
RH: As I was saying, (she glares at Fern) despite that, we have lots in common. We’re both fighters for justice.
EC: You sound like a new superhero duo. (He smiles, but the comment stuns the two young women)
FM: I’m not sure where this is going, Eddie. I assumed you’d be questioning us about the case, not about our future plans.
EC: My role is to examine your reasons for taking on this case, Fern. And to ensure you have adequate support once it’s over.
RH: What business is it of yours to examine her reasons? She was assaulted, left to drown, abandoned. What more reason could there be?
Mother Justice strikes again.
EC: You’re right. But not everyone has the fortitude to pursue a case like this. Especially in person. We all know Fern need not have travelled to Portugal to present her case. The system allows for her to work through a legal practitioner. I’m merely curious why she chose to re-live the assault – your words, not mine.
(Fern remains silent throughout this exchange)
RH: Tell him, Fern. You are doing this because you want to see justice done. Not to hear about it from your solicitor. Tell him. (She is staring hard at her friend by this point)
Fern’s silence speaks volumes. Is she regretting giving her account in person? She has to face him in court to do so. I wonder if she’s really as ready as she thinks.
FM: (She coughs, clearing her throat) That’s it exactly. I want to see the man who left me to drown, who tried to kill me despite only being on an assault charge … I want to see him found guilty.
EC: And you’re sure of the outcome?
RH: Of course she is. What other outcome could there be? I think we’ve answered your questions anyway. Thanks for the coffee. (Raven stands) Fern, are you coming?
FM: She’s right. You know my reasons and future plans. I think we’re done. Goodbye, Dr Case.
(Both make for the door)
EC: (stands and watches them leave) Thank you for coming, ladies. It’s been most informative.
Summary: Fern is more scared than she cares to admit. Raven, however, is determined to see this through to the end. Which is fine, considering she’s not the one in the hot seat, giving a statement. As for the future, can they really work well together. Only time will tell.
Dr Ed will see Nessa and Stefan together for his next session.
His approach certainly set the cat amongst the pigeons this time. Does that mean more fireworks to come?
Thanks for reading 🙂
In the meantime, you can read The Fifth Wheel – A Prequel now and find out what happened last summer.
Every two months or so, I cook up a few book-related morsels and serve them up to a faithful few – actual real people who have signed up voluntarily to receives my “goodies” – in the hope of entertaining and enlightening them on my writer’s life.
This time, in the bleak mid-winter season of flu and sneezes, ice and snow, freezing fingers and toes, I thought it called for a dose of Vitamin C.
Here’s what unravelled eventually. You, too, could be in receipt of such a treat if you were to sign up to my newsletter. There’s a link in the sidebar, on the right … just over there.
Down a bit.
Yep, that’s it. 🙂
I’ve been busy picking up oranges and lemons as they drop from my trees in this cold spell.
What on earth would I do with them all?
. Have no fear. Help was at hand in the form of José Luis, a little Spanish chap who arrived, armed with a carrier bag, asking if I had any lemons to spare.
“Sí, Sí,” I answered readily, telling him to help himself.
He passes regularly to admire the abundance of fruit. Each time he tells me he has a tree in his garden and hasn’t had a lemon on it in four years. I don’t like to ask if it really is a lemon tree. He used to be in the Guardia Civil (police force), so I don’t fancy offending him.
Anyway, citrus fruit aside, the launch day for Casualty of Court is drawing ever closer, and many of my author friends have been helping me with its promotion. I’m not a keen marketeer, would much rather be writing.
So, instead of pushing it on any of you who might actually read this newsletter (I figured if you were interested, you’d clink the link above – you would, wouldn’t you?), instead of that, I thought I’d give you a glimpse at where the series is heading from here on.
Sound good to you?
I can’t hear you, but I imagine you’re nodding along … or just skimming through looking for the special offers 😉
Well, Casualty of Court introduces The Blackleaf Private Investigations Agency where my trainee PIs launch their new business. The next book is titled:In Heirlooms & Heiresses, after finding several missing dogs, lost cats, and straying husbands, they finally get their first serious case: a painting has been stolen from a guest’s room at the village’s only hotel. With the ‘thief’ soon revealed as the guest’s brother, you might assume the case is over. But, this is just the start of an adventure that takes Raven and Fern to The Netherlands. Tracing the painting’s provenance uncovers a link to WWII and some underhand dealings in the art world.
To further challenge them, a close friend calls upon their help to find her baby. But is it really a case of kidnap if the child is with her father?
Clearly, they have their hands full. As do I – and not with lemons anymore.
Heirlooms &Heiresses is two-thirds complete, and my mind is already on their next case.
You can tell I love a good mystery, particularly ones relating to art and culture crime. But I am also a big fan of beautiful settings and scenery, hence my reasoning behind these lovely locations in Europe. Casualty of Court is set in Portugal and Heirlooms & Heiresses in The Netherlands (apparently, Holland only covers 2 of the 12 regions within the country) The next adventure – Druids & Drachmas – is off to Ireland & Greece for a huge family celebration and an archaeological dig.
I’m having way too much fun, aren’t I? It only seems fair, then, that I offer you some reward for having got this far. Here are a few treats, made available to you by some dear writer friends of mine.
Who fancies a dark mystery set in Hawaii? I, for one, could do with some tropical sunshine right now.
House of the Hanging Jade offers just that.
“A dark presence has invaded the Jorgensen’s house. On a spectacular bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean, something evil is watching and waiting …”
If that not’s for you, how about Twelve Stories for Spring.
I love a short story collection. It’s perfect for those times when you have half an hour to spare. Whether you’re stuck in a waiting room or cosy on the sofa, a little escapism helps in any circumstance.
American author, Linda Mansfield, offers a baker’s dozen of seasonal, fictional stories, suitable for all age groups. These quick, light reads were designed for stress relief in today’s busy world.
Well, that almost makes me a doctor – prescribing stress-busters to you all 🙂
My last treat for you is free until Feb 11th, so you might have to hurry up and grab your copy quickly. Unclaimed Baggage (US link) is a heart-wrenching story that will have you gripped from the very first page.
(Click on the cover image for the UK link)
Well, that’s it for. After taking care of your pennies, relieving your stress and – hopefully – bringing a smile to your face, I’ll get back to my lemons – I have a hankering for lemon meringue pie now, so anything could happen. I really hope you’ll enter the giveaway, otherwise I’ll be sucking on those lemons for a long, long time.
It’s all over now 🙂 Well done you for sticking it out until the end.
Stay safe, warm and smiling!
So, that’s what you may have missed. But, you can make sure it doesn’t happen again. You know what to do 😉
Thanks for reading
CeeCee’s confidence is back for this final interview. As is the costume. The sophisticated look wasn’t for her. Detective Dunnitt, however, did compliment her on her report, but he also added that maybe she’d been a little too soft on Nessa. As a result, the old CeeCee takes centre stage once more, ready to perform as only she can, in this her swan song.
She’s out to impress, but whether Stefan Pereira will oblige is anyone’s guess. I’m not holding my breath.
CeeCee lights the incense; she’s chosen Cedar wood this time. Like all wood-based incense, it is fire associative, generally seen as denoting strength or power. She’s making a statement as to who’s in control right from the start.
Here comes Stefan. Let’s not forget, this man has already used a fake name to win over Fern. Quite effectively, too. I doubt he’ll think twice at adopting another personality. Can CeeCee find the real soul behind those piercing eyes?
He steps into the room and strides across the room to shake CeeCee’s hand.
Hmm, so it seems he’s going for the charming and polite gentleman approach. We can only hope CeeCee is not taken in.
SP: Good afternoon, Madame CeeCee. (He scans the room and fixes his gaze upon CeeCee, looks her up and down, and smiles) You’ve done wonders with this room.
Could he be any more condescending?
CD: Hello, Stefan. Please, sit.
SP: (sniffs the air) That fragrance is heavenly. Reminds me of my mother.
Cedar wood? Really?
CeeCee is stunned momentarily into silence. She didn’t see that coming.
CD:Talking of your mother, I understand you’ve chosen the crystal ball and wish to communicate with her?
CD: How nice. How long since she passed? You must miss her.
SP: It’s been a while now, and … yes, I miss her a lot. I was her carer. It was just the two of us for years.
CD: What do you want to ask her?
SP: I need to know if she forgives me? I tried my best to care for her. She was not an easy person to live with.
OMG! Are those tears in his eyes?
SP: (blinks back the tears) I’m sorry, Mother.
CeeCee taps her heart, overcome by his apparent sincerity.
Oh no, this isn’t looking good for CeeCee; she’s falling under his spell.
CD: Why are you sorry? It wasn’t your fault, was it?
Stefan squirms, his right eyes twitches.
That’s more like it. He can’t hide from the truth.
SP: I’m sorry she had to die.
CD: (gasps) Had to die? What do you mean …?
SP: (sniffs) Let me finish, CeeCee.
Uh oh! Who’s in control now then?
SP: I’m sorry she had to die alone. I wasn’t there when she breathed her last. It broke my heart to learn I hadn’t been in time.
CD: (sighs, tilting her head to one side) I’m sure she knows that; if you were so close she would have appreciated you looking after her.
SP: I only ever wanted her approval. She wasn’t very forthcoming with such things. Did I fail her, as a son?
CD: Let me ask ..although I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.
CeeCee runs her fingers lightly over the crystal ball. she hums softly … before snapping to attention.
CD: (blushing) oh, firstly …your mother’s name?
Oh dear, I think we’ve lost her.
SP: Elsa. I named my boat after her.
CD: Thank you (sighs again) Aww, how sweet. (She moans) Elsa, are you there? Elsa, your son is here.
SP: She’s not there is she? She hates me, doesn’t she?
CD: Now, now …it’ll be something or nothing. Don’t fret yourself. These sessions are not always easy. The spirit world is fraught with obstacles.
SP: Mother loved the spirit world …she was very fond of spirits (vodka, gin, aquavit, he mumbles so CeeCee cannot hear him)
CD: (smiles brightly) That’ll be why she’s not here then. She’ll have left you a sign herself. I bet you’ll find a memento soon, a déjà vu, a reminder of her and her feelings for you.
SP: Do you really think so? I hope I get out of here soon then. I have to make my peace with her.
CD: She’ll sense that, I know she will. Mothers know these things
SP: Thank you, Madame CeeCee, I feel much better. Of course, if I knew how the trial ended, if I knew I’d be free to visit her grave with flowers …I’d cope better.
CD: I can’t do that …well, I’m not supposed to. But, you strike me as such a nice man. I’m sure it won’t be an issue. Let me see …it’s blurry.
He’s not convinced. Then again, nor am I.
CD: (stutters) I, I can see you in a small room. Bars on the door. But, wait …I see a white van. You’re a passenger, smiling, laughing.
SP: I am? Are you sure?
Even he doesn’t believe that.
CD: (indignant) I’m quite sure.
He leans across the table.
SP: Can I see?
CD: (wraps her arms around the ball) Oh no, no. Only those with the gift—
SP: (impatient) I think my time is up. Thank you. You’ve been most helpful.
He stands and approaches the door, where he pauses, turns and smiles. His gaze falls upon CeeCee once more, and his sad eyes seem to bewitch our psychic. She is lost for words.
SP: My mother would have loved this. It’s so sad she never made it. Goodbye, Madame CeeCee.
CD: (gulps) Um, yes, it is. Goodbye, then.
SP: Have a lovely day, and thanks again. I enjoyed talking to you.
Shutting the door behind him, he mutters ‘what a waste of time that was’.
CeeCee stares after him, both hands clasped over her heart. Moments pass. It’s embarrassing how long she sits there, transfixed. A knock on the door shatters her reverie.
EC: CeeCee, my men are waiting to bring in my couch. Are you going to be long?
It’s Dr Ed Case, the psychiatrist, who is the next member of the interview panel to take on the four characters.
CD: Just need to write up my notes, Ed.
That won’t take long, seeing as she never made any. I’m afraid CeeCee blew it, didn’t she? We can only hope Dr Ed is more effective.
CeeCee’s Summary: What a lovely young man. Polite and charming. Very charming. Beautiful eyes. Rather elegant too. His mother would be so proud. Such a shame she wasn’t available. I can’t imagine him hurting a fly.
Please, CeeCee, tell me those are not the notes you’re going to give to Det. Dunnitt, are they? Please!
Thanks for reading 🙂
In the meantime, you can read The Fifth Wheel – A Prequel now and find out what happened last summer.
Join me next time, when the characters are invited to share their innermost thoughts with Dr Ed.
I’m still me – none of those hoity-toity airs and graces to be found here. Just the kid from the council estate with a keen curiosity for something a little different. I don’t know where it came from, though – this sudden love of paintings. It kind of snuck up on me. Although, I do remember feeling ecstatic when my pastel version of Van Gogh’s sunflowers was put on display in the school corridor when I was twelve.
Not that I developed any further skill after that. I may have peaked too soon, resorting to paint by number kits after my family members erupted in laughter at my efforts during a game of Pictionary (Seriously, it was only meant to be a finger …)
A BBC programme – Fake or Fortune – in 2011 triggered something deep in the recesses of my mind, introducing me to a new kind of mystery: art and culture crime. The series featured journalist, Fiona Bruce and art dealer Philip Mould — dubbed “the art detective” — and, together, they investigated remarkable stories delving beneath the surface of paintings. From Paris and Amsterdam to Cape Town, the banks of the Nile, and New York, the team employed old-fashioned detective skills and the latest forensic testing to reveal compelling tales of lost masterpieces, forgers and Nazi-looted art.
OMG! I was hooked.
I had to have more. And more is exactly what I found in the form of a course about Antiquities Trafficking & Art Crime run by the University of Glasgow. (I sound almost cultured now, don’t I? Don’t worry, it’s all a front – as my mum would say ‘you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear’.)
This course was dynamite, firing off all sorts of explosions in my curious mind. I learnt about the looting of cultural treasures from archaeological sites around the world; smuggling networks; the demand for illicit antiquities; high-end art heists; fraud and forgery; art vandalism and thankfully also about repatriation, recovery and return of those stolen, priceless pieces.
Brain overload … yet, I wanted more … and not just a weekly newsletter about the progress being made in finding these lost works of art, or more awful news of another heist or a site being plundered.
Hey presto, the Blackleaf Agency was born and my newly qualified PIs were thrown into the murky depths of the art world.
It meant I could pursue my love of writing and combine it with my other unhealthy obsession, that of endless, methodical, jaw-dropping, fascinating research into a topic that had inspired, educated, and enthralled me. Not a bad way to pass the time, is it?
Doing something you love is not always an option, so I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
So, to answer my own question: am I arty farty? Not in the pretentious, snobbish way (I hope), but when it comes to a mystery in that scintillating, almost out-of-reach world then I’m in up to my neck – granted that’s probably only waist-high for most people, but it’s a serious immersion for me 🙂 and I’m more than happy to be there.
Thanks for reading 🙂
After a tough few days, having engaged in plenty of self-evaluation, CeeCee is ready to get back to work. Replenished by mindful meditation and yoga, she senses a turning point ahead. Gone are the theatrical costumes; today she wears a soft cream jumpsuit with a wide, tan leather belt that matches the scarf holding back her unruly red curls. This is not the CeeCee we know and love, but a business-like young woman with a point to make.
Let’s hope she hasn’t taken this transformation too far.
Whilst, CeeCee has modified her appearance, the room – although muted – still alludes to her earlier self. Back are the chiffon drapes (yellow rather than pink) and the incense sticks (this time emitting a musky scent to restore balance and order), along with soft-lighting giving the room an altogether sunnier feel.
She seems to have a plan in mind.
Nessa arrives, sniffing the air appreciatively. CeeCee gets up to greet her, as though recognising a kindred spirit, and embraces her visitor, who hugs her back.
NS: This room looks so inviting. I love what you’ve done with it.
CD: It was so dull. How Annie coped, I’ll never know. Please, sit. You seem nervous.
CD: Why, you’re shaking like a leaf. Is everything alright?
NS: Not really, I’m worried for Stefan – he’s not guilty, of course, but even so, you hear stories of innocent people getting locked up all the time.
CeeCee scribbles something on a notepad. This is so not like her, but at least Det. Hugh Dunnitt won’t be able to criticise her again.
CD: You wanted a crystal ball reading, didn’t you?
NS (she nods) Yes, please. I’m anxious to know what my future holds. Well, I think I want to know. Oh, I’m not sure … I’m sorry, CeeCee
CD: Well, do you have a particular question in mind?
NS: Not really. You see, I didn’t know what to expect. I’ve seen a clairvoyant in the past, at the end of the pier in Great Yarmouth, and she just gazed into the crystal ball and told me I’d meet a tall, dark and handsome man. (She chuckles) I reckon she was right, well, almost. Stefan is fair, you see, but oh so handsome and tall. two out of three isn’t bad.
Maybe the ‘dark’ aspect of Stefan doesn’t relate to his hair colour. Just saying! I do wonder what’s going through CeeCee’s mind right now, though.
NS: You’re not exactly what I envisaged either. Much more modern, and more … normal?
I think she took that as a compliment, don’t you?
CD: Hmm, I see. You probably need more time to think about your questions. Are you sure you don’t want to contact anyone from your past. ….someone no longer with us?
NS: No, there’s no one. Unless you know something I don’t. Mother was still alive last I heard, as for father ….whoever he may be.
CeeCee looks shocked, and hastily notes something down.
CD: I’ll take a quick look then, shall I? Can you flick the light switch off, please? (She lights the candles, and draws the candelabra closer)
Nessa jumps up, turns the lights off and takes her seat. The glow from the candles seems to put her at ease, and she exhales softly.
NS: Oh, dear. Is the ball cracked? Is that a bad omen?
CD: No, no, no, it’s fine. These marks – cracks, as you say – are better for clairvoyance, especially in a natural quartz ball like this. The markings form physical images that help reveal the hidden psychic information within. Please, settle back down.
NS: Sorry, sorry (her voice trails off)
CeeCee rotates the ball with slow, steady movements. Her focus is intense. She mumbles, as though recognising a sign.
CD: Okay, I do see a child. A baby. But …
NS: What is it?
CD: You are looking for something, someone …it’s unclear ….
NS: (panic forces her to squeak out her question) Is Stefan there?
CD: Yes, I see him in your future.
NS: (claps her hands like a child) That’s marvellous …he’ll go free then, I knew he would. His father assured me.
CD: I didn’t say that, but I do see him with a baby and … another woman
NS: What? What does she look like? (She leans forward, looking into the ball herself, until CeeCee shoos her away)
CD: She’s maybe a little younger, but similar in looks.
NS: (sighs loudly) That will be his sister …they’re so alike. Oh CeeCee, this is wonderful. Thank you.
CD: Wait! I see more women. The dark-haired one looks familiar …
NS: Is it Raven? You met with her recently.
CD: (she nods) Yes, I do believe it’s her.
NS: Will I make up with her?
CD: I see you talking to her. A lot.
NS: Really? It’s all going to turn out well then …thank god we can put this behind us and move on happily. So relieved. It’s been hard being the outcast, and I’ve missed Raven so much. But to know Stefan is in my future ..and a child …I am beyond happy. CeeCee, I could kiss you.
CD: Hush now, all your noise has made me lose the connection. I think we’d best call it a day now. But, please, come back again. Maybe with some more specific questions. I’m sure there’s much more that I’ve missed.
NS: I’d love too. But, this is more than enough for now. I can’t tell you how happy you’ve made me. I may just dance all the way home.
CD: Can you turn the lights back on first, please. I wouldn’t want you to fall over.
NS: (laughing uncontrollably) Of course. That wouldn’t help matters at all, would it? And I am such a klutz.
As the lights come back on, CeeCee notices Nessa’s reddened cheeks, sparkling eyes and a smile as wide as the horizon on a clear day in Great Yarmouth.
CD: Take care, then. It’s been a delight to chat with you. I wish you all the very best for the future, and my offer for another reading is genuine.
NS: I’ll be back, CeeCee. You’ve given me hope. Something missing from my life these last few days. I just knew – deep down – it was all going to be fine. I can’t wait to see Stefan walk free. We’re going to be so happy.
CD: Yes, I’m sure you will be. I have to get on now, notes to write and all …
NS: Sorry, I can be a chatterbox, can’t I? Bye then. (She pulls open the door and seems to float out into the hallway)
CeeCee smiles. That went well. Now Hugh will see that her interviews are just as valid as the academics. She blows out the candles and begins her report.
Summary: Lovely girl, not a bad bone in her body. She has a gentle aura, natural, motherly, peaceful. A little scatty, gullible even, but well-meaning. She just wants a simple life, with a loving family and to be surrounded by friends. She deserves it too. She’ll make a great mother, wife and friend. I don’t understand how those other two could have blamed her … she only ever meant to help.
CeeCee’s final session is with Stefan. I wonder how that will go. Villain or hero? How will he come across? I hear he wants to contact his dearly-departed mother. That should make for an interesting encounter.
Thanks for reading 🙂
In the meantime, you can read The Fifth Wheel – A Prequel now and find out what happened last summer.
In a change from the regular schedule (you know the one where I do all the talking!), today I have the privilege of sitting in the guest’s seat over at Gone Writing, an awesome blog run by friend, author and fellow Mysterian, Phyllis Entis.
Pop on over if you get the chance, it would be so good to see you there 🙂
The Gone Writing spotlight went dark for a couple of months, but it’s shining once again. And the writer standing center stage is Lynne Fellows, one of the charter members of Mystery Authors International. Fate determined the path for Lynne who, despite proud roots, bade Britain a fond farewell to follow her heart to Iberia, […]