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May Day -- part Twenty-three
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“Should we bother to lose Tom?”
Bodie glanced in the mirror. “Do we need to right now? White’s not as obliging as Murphy is—”
“You stole his girlfriend Bodie—”
“Well she was very obliging—”
“Bodie!”
“Right. We either lose White, which I can do of course—”
“Of course.”
“—And risk the Cow sending someone better, or we just let him follow us for now.”
“We’re only going to Bagley Road. It’ll be a nice little outing for him.”
“You are so considerate, Ray,” Bodie lisped.
Ray punched him in the arm. “Cretin!”
“There is something bothering me though…”
“Look, Foley and—”
“I wasn’t actually thinking about your inexplicable past attraction to Hitler Youth types, I—”
“You bug—”
“C’mon Ray, he looks just like an Aryan recruitment poster.”
“He does at that.” Ray tried to stifle a snigger. He didn’t succeed.
“You came to your senses fast enough once you met tall, dark and handsome me.”
Doyle gripped Bodie’s knee briefly. “You forgot modest.”
“That too. Quality goods speak for themselves.”
“… So what is bothering you?”
“Is your Foley part of some idiotic scheme to make us think Cowley’s involved in this?”
“You don’t think he’s involved either?”
“Course not. Why would Cowley have bothered to tell us to look for the photographer if he was the one who hired him? It’s stupid, plain and simple. So either they don’t know Cowley wouldn’t just dismiss us without suggesting we find the photographer or—”
“Our path has been crossed by more than one older dignified gent with a limp.”
“Right fortune telling Gypsy Ray Lee you are!”
They drove in silence for a while, Ray amused by Bodie going around one roundabout twice in order to avoid losing White who was making a very bad job of tailing them.
“Maurice bloody Seaton!” Bodie thumped the driving wheel.
“What?”
“Your friend Foley got it wrong, heard it wrong. Maurice bloody Seaton!”
“Wasn’t he the man from the Ministry who kept droning on and on at the Embassy Ball about how we have to save England from declining moral standards?”
“One and the same. While you were talking to Denton he asked me if I’d dance with his wife—”
“I thought you’d suddenly developed a taste for much older women—”
“I prefer much older men—”
“Watch it!”
“Point is Ray, he wanted me to dance with her because he was shot in the leg at Normandy and he walks with a limp to this day.”
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“Should we bother to lose Tom?”
Bodie glanced in the mirror. “Do we need to right now? White’s not as obliging as Murphy is—”
“You stole his girlfriend Bodie—”
“Well she was very obliging—”
“Bodie!”
“Right. We either lose White, which I can do of course—”
“Of course.”
“—And risk the Cow sending someone better, or we just let him follow us for now.”
“We’re only going to Bagley Road. It’ll be a nice little outing for him.”
“You are so considerate, Ray,” Bodie lisped.
Ray punched him in the arm. “Cretin!”
“There is something bothering me though…”
“Look, Foley and—”
“I wasn’t actually thinking about your inexplicable past attraction to Hitler Youth types, I—”
“You bug—”
“C’mon Ray, he looks just like an Aryan recruitment poster.”
“He does at that.” Ray tried to stifle a snigger. He didn’t succeed.
“You came to your senses fast enough once you met tall, dark and handsome me.”
Doyle gripped Bodie’s knee briefly. “You forgot modest.”
“That too. Quality goods speak for themselves.”
“… So what is bothering you?”
“Is your Foley part of some idiotic scheme to make us think Cowley’s involved in this?”
“You don’t think he’s involved either?”
“Course not. Why would Cowley have bothered to tell us to look for the photographer if he was the one who hired him? It’s stupid, plain and simple. So either they don’t know Cowley wouldn’t just dismiss us without suggesting we find the photographer or—”
“Our path has been crossed by more than one older dignified gent with a limp.”
“Right fortune telling Gypsy Ray Lee you are!”
They drove in silence for a while, Ray amused by Bodie going around one roundabout twice in order to avoid losing White who was making a very bad job of tailing them.
“Maurice bloody Seaton!” Bodie thumped the driving wheel.
“What?”
“Your friend Foley got it wrong, heard it wrong. Maurice bloody Seaton!”
“Wasn’t he the man from the Ministry who kept droning on and on at the Embassy Ball about how we have to save England from declining moral standards?”
“One and the same. While you were talking to Denton he asked me if I’d dance with his wife—”
“I thought you’d suddenly developed a taste for much older women—”
“I prefer much older men—”
“Watch it!”
“Point is Ray, he wanted me to dance with her because he was shot in the leg at Normandy and he walks with a limp to this day.”
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