Meeting at Monty’s

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Chapter 20: Meanwhile continues from Monday

Then, finally, they could go out for a walk. She didn’t have a lead but that was okay because Sammy was determined not to let her out of his sight. In recent months he had come to trust her almost as much as Andy.

Velma knew the most shadowy, unsurveilled routes to Muriel’s place and that’s where she was headed. She could only hope there would be no police presence there. It was risky. That may well have been why they let Muriel go home, so that they could catch her when she visited. But what choice did she have? She went via the churchyard, just in case Andy had had a chance to tell Muriel about Monty’s.

When they arrived at the crumbling grave of poor Montgomery Endcliffe who died in 1872 of consumption (aka Tuberculosis – thanks very much dairy industry), Muriel was already there, sitting on an adjacent bench.

Sammy barked excitedly and ran to her. “Oh Sammy,” she reached out for him, “I’ve been so worried about you! Yes I have, yes I have,” she crouched down and nuzzled him. “Thank God you managed to get him Vel,” she was so relieved to see their friendly faces. “Thank you.”

Velma reached down and squeezed her hand. “I’m so sorry I got you and Andy into this.”

“We wanted in,” she replied, “it’s not your fault.” Muriel sat back on the bench and patted the space next to her. “What are you wearing by the way?”

Velma sat down. “Butcher’s jeans,” she told her, “butcher’s shirt and butcher’s jumper.”

Muriel pulled a face.

“Well he doesn’t need them anymore,” Velma smiled. “They’re clean! Smell me – eau de non-bio.”

Muriel laughed. “No thanks.”

“Margaret was looking a bit shabby and I couldn’t change at my place could I?”

“Oh. I guess not. What are you going to do then? Stay every day in your prey’s home?”

“I’d rather not, no. My days are numbered in this town. Time to get outta Dodge.”

Muriel was shocked. “What? You’re gonna leave us?”

“Not you, no, this town.”

“And I’m in this town! I’m stuck in this town!” She lifted the hem of her right trouser leg. “With a bloody high-tech ball and chain round my ankle!”

Velma closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “So I’ll get you out of it.”

“The ball and chain or the town?”

“Both if you want. It’s up to you.”

Muriel breathed again. “Okay, good,” she said with visible relief.

Velma smiled and nodded. “So, what’s the situation with you?”

Muriel told her about the curfew and the ankle monitor’s GPS. “They know where I am right now Vel, I don’t think we should meet here again.”

“Agreed. Okay, tomorrow, half an hour after sunset, we’ll meet at, erm …”

“McDonalds?” Muriel suggested.

“Yes, good thinking, I will need a drink by then.”

“Okay, well, I’d better get home before my curfew – do you want me to take Sammy?”

“Yes please. Then I can go to the prison to talk to Andy.”

“He’s in prison?! Oh no, poor Andy! Why did they send him to prison and let me go?”

“Who knows. Different judges I guess. What did they have on you anyway?”

“They knew I’d worked your shift to give you an alibi. Accessory before the fact they said.”

“Yikes. I guess once they knew who we were it was pretty easy to retrace out steps.”

“Unfortunately. Hey Vel, I left my phone at home but you don’t think they can hear us through this ankle thing do you?”

Velma’s jaw dropped. I hope not, she mouthed silently. Bring a pen tomorrow. We’ll write things down and she mimed writing.

Muriel nodded. “Come on Sammy,” she said aloud. “It’s okay to say some things out loud I think,” she whispered almost inaudibly. She smiled and waved at Velma as she began to walk away, then turned back suddenly. “I forgot to tell you,” she whispered, “I found out the other day – Tom was the one who complained about you!”

That sleaze! Velma mimed a dramatic shocked expression followed by a fist shake and a silent I’ll kill him!

Muriel gave out a short laugh and then her face dropped. You’re not really going to kill him are you? she asked silently.

Velma grinned. Probably not she mouthed. She rubbed Sammy’s head then looked at Muriel and pointed at the church clock. Muriel nodded, gave Velma a quick hug, and set off home with Sammy.

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