Suzy - Gary L Beer (best e book reader for android TXT) 📗

as Sharon unlocks the door and Suzy gets in.

Sharon pulls up outside Suzy's bungalow, Lewis had not shown and Suzy had not spoken a word on the drive back.
“I will see you tomorrow evening, if my day is not too tough.” Sharon tells her as Suzy opens the door.
“Thanks for bringing me back; I hope you have a nice day.” Suzy replies as she gets out and shuts the door.
Watching Sharon drive away Suzy looks up and down the deserted road, with a worried face she turns and opens the gate. Lewis should have met her; she did not think that she had been that horrible to him as Sharon had said she was. Thinking back to the time on the beach she realised that Lewis's attitude had changed towards her. She had been too angry to notice it then.
Now angry at him again for not meeting her she suddenly felt as if she did not want to know him anymore. He was the one who had been seen at the Well and it was him who threatened the Girl Guide's father. If Doug's body was discovered it would be more than likely that Lewis would get the blame.
Smiling coldly Suzy opens her front door and steps inside; it feels good to be alone again.

The alarm buzzing in Malcolm's ear at six thirty in the morning is far too early he decides as he angrily shuts it off. What a way to start the day!
His decision to take the day off work he had kept to himself as he wanted to get to this lady's house early in case she had work to go to.
After a quick cup of coffee Malcolm steps quietly out of the door, the rest of the family are still in bed and that is fine with him. He feels nervous and tense as on waking he considered the bold approach would be the best.
Starting the car he lights a cigarette which makes him cough violently for a few seconds, swearing to himself he puts the car in gear and drives out into the road. Sucking on the cigarette again he smiles in appreciation when he does not cough.

Driving slowly past Suzy's gate Malcolm looks along her path to her front door which fits Paris's description perfectly. All is quiet and whoever lives there appears to be still in bed. Turning the car around Malcolm drives back down the road and turns around at the end so that he is facing the right way. This was the main route into town from Suzy's bungalow and if anyone came out they would more than likely come in this direction.
Sitting comfortably and feeling a certain amount of privacy provided by the high Privet hedge he had parked next to he nervously watches the road. After about five minutes a dog walker comes out of one of the houses opposite Suzy's and walks in Malcolm's direction.
Pulling his mobile phone out of his pocket and putting it to his ear he makes it appear he is in deep conversation as the dog walker, a man in his late fifties ignores him as he walks past.
The next half an hour Malcolm keeps the phone to his ear as many people come out of their houses on the way to work. The school kids are the most curious as they stare in at Malcolm as they walk past; and one even has the nerve to tap on his car!
Soon silence returns to the road and the dog walker along with his Staffordshire terrier appear from around the corner. Noticing Malcolm still sitting there the man frowns and crosses the road pulling his dog behind him. He is obviously suspicious of Malcolm; as he lives on the other side of the road.
Slowing down as he approaches Malcolm's car he stops and looks down at his dog. Malcolm can see him clearly in the passengers' door mirror as he moves slowly forward trying to hear what Malcolm is saying on his phone.
Malcolm smiles and says in a loud voice; “Yes dear, if you do not get off this phone you will make me late for my meeting.”
The man has stopped about a metre from the rear of Malcolm's car and has probably not realised that Malcolm can see his every move. Trying to get the dog interested in Malcolm's car fails miserably as the dog is restless to move on. Frowning angrily at the dog the man allows himself to be led away and Malcolm gives him a 'Yes dear' as he walks past.
Looking at the time and a bit irritated by the nosey dog walker Malcolm sees he has been sitting here for an hour. Not seeing anyone come out of Suzy's bungalow he waits for the dog walker to go back inside his house before he starts the engine.
Driving slowly along the road Malcolm pulls up outside the front of Suzy's bungalow, still seeing no signs of life he puts on the brake and switches the engine off. Wishing he had urinated before doing this he opens the door and steps out onto the road. All is quiet as he shuts the car door quietly and walks around the front of the car.

Feeling tense and nervous, with his stomach appearing to be filled with butterflies and really wishing he had urinated, he opens Suzy's front gate. Leaving the gate wide open he walks along the path and pounds on the front door.
The pounding seemed to have the right effect as Malcolm hears something being dropped inside and a female voice swearing. Pressing his advantage he pounds on the door again and takes two steps backwards.
Hearing the door being unbolted, Malcolm rubs his tongue around the inside of his dry mouth to try to provide some moisture in readiness to speak. The door opens slowly and Suzy, who had obviously been asleep by the state of her hair looks at him with bleary eyes.
“Your bloke there?” he almost shouts.
Suzy looks confused; “Bloke, what bloke?”
“The one who has got the same hairstyle as you and wears a camouflage jacket.” replies Malcolm staring at Suzy's dishevelled hair.
Almost subconsciously Suzy flattens her hair as she stares at the angry man in front of her. This is obviously the father of the Girl Guide, the one Lewis had threatened.
“I don't see him anymore, what do you want him for?” asks Suzy regaining her composure as she stares back.
“He paid me a visit to let me know he knew where I lived, I am returning the call; and if I see you or your friend in my part of town, it will not be the police you have to worry about.” Malcolm smiles as he turns and walks away, not giving Suzy the opportunity to say anything in return.
Walking quickly along the path he shuts the gate on his way out and walks around to the drivers' side of his car. As he opens the door he looks back at Suzy's pale face standing in the doorway. Meeting her gaze he gives her what he hopes is a threatening stare as he gets into his car.
Starting the engine he puts it into gear, sighing in relief he drives quickly along the road and away from Suzy's. He only intended to keep quiet for a week or two to give the time for someone else to find what was down the Well; if no one found it the police would be getting an anonymous call.
It was a big mistake on that fella's part to threaten his daughter.

Suzy stares back at Malcolm as he gets into his car and watches him drive away. In shock she stands in the doorway listening to the car engine as it fades into the distance. Suddenly she slams the door shut and runs down to the bathroom, putting her head almost in the toilet she is violently sick. Having had nothing to eat for nearly twelve hours she retches painfully, mainly bringing up bile.
Thoughts rush through her head as she remembers Doug's attack and killing him. Heaving again is painful and she only brings up about a teaspoonful of bile. Standing hurriedly she backs out of the bathroom and walks into the kitchen. Walking over to the sink she fills the kettle with water from the tap and lets it run. Switching the kettle on she returns to the sink and washes her face in the cool water.
Using the hand towel she dries her face and puts a teabag into a cup and sits at the table as she waits for the kettle to boil. Fear flows through her and makes her shake, the kettle finally boils and she walks over and makes the tea.
What is she to do?
She needed Lewis.

Putting her mobile phone in her pocket Suzy opens the front door and steps out into the early morning sunshine. Collared doves squabble in the Maple trees that line the road as sparrows chirp happily. It is a lovely morning but Suzy barely acknowledges her surroundings; she had been trying to ring Lewis for over an hour. It appears he has his phone turned off, as all she gets is the answer machine saying the line is busy; as it eats up her credit.
Stepping out onto the pavement she looks up and down the road and can see no watchers. Buttoning her coat as she walks she decides to go the long way round to see Lewis. Suzy had lived in this area for a long time and learnt her way around; planning the route in her mind she imagines the roads and alleys she is to walk.

It is midday by the time she reaches Lewis's flat and she rings the bell expectantly.
No answer.
Ringing the bell again she looks along the street for Lewis's car, not seeing it she decides to check out his garages at the rear of the building. Looking around, with paranoia filling her mind, she is relieved to see no obvious watcher's; apart from the purvey bricklayer's who ogle her from the building site across the road.
Hurrying around the side of the building Suzy is relieved to see Lewis's car parked around the back. Approaching the lock-up garages Suzy slows down as all the garage doors are shut. Knowing that Lewis has several of the garages here and aware that he may not want to see her, she stands still and listens.
Faintly she can hear music coming from a garage further along and Suzy walks quietly forward. As she approaches the garage a smile cover's Suzy's face as she recognises the song; it is The Faith Healer by The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. Lewis had played it to her over twenty years ago now and she can remember her amazement at hearing such an amazing song. The song and the group had a strong influence on her in her younger days and she taps gently