Chris Beaker
Copyright© 2011 by Wandering Lanes
Prologue
"So let me get this straight. Our source in London calls out for help because a non-entity of hers decided to walk out of her office, when our tame copper in the West Country tries to stop this guy the whole of that side of our company falls. ALL BECAUSE OF ONE GUY? Just who is he?" Marcus Anderson regarded the man quivering in front of him.
"Well you see sir, we're still investigating the -" Perkins said looking at his notes but Marcus banged his hand on his desk.
"I ASKED WHO HE WAS; I DON'T NEED TO KNOW ANYTHING ELSE." Marcus yelled.
"His name is Chris Beaker, lives in Kensington, London and works as a computer programmer." Perkins said and thus incurring the wrath of Marcus again.
"JUST WHAT DOES HE KNOW ABOUT US?" He demanded.
"W ... we don't know, it just seems that he walked into the situation and then it unravelled, when we spoke to Wilkinson she just babbled about being made to dig up her sister, her mind must have gone as she said it was all magic." Perkins gave a stuttering laugh.
"Humm." Was the unexpected response
"Sir? You heard what I said, she thought it was magic that had been used, she must have been mad." Perkins was completely bemused.
"Oh I heard you Perkins, now listen to me I want you to take out this Chris Beaker, make sure that nobody hears from him again, I don't want to hear anymore about him." Marcus said taking up a sheet of paper.
"Of course sir, certainly sir, you know you can rely on me sir, he's as good as dead." Perkins said backing away from the desk and making for the safety of the office door, he was stopped by Marcus's voice.
"Oh and Perkins, should you fail I'll send flowers to your family." Marcus said hearing the stuttered 'yes sir' and the closing of the door. Marcus pressed a button on his intercom.
"Yes Mr. Anderson?" The secretary responded.
"Sally, I'm writing a report for the next hour, I do not want to be disturbed." Marcus said.
"Certainly Mr Anderson, I'll ensure that nobody calls." She said
Marcus switched off the intercom and then started up a tape machine. "Right where shall I start," he said out loud and then the player began with "In the past few years I have brought this company up from the... " and it continued as Marcus closed his eyes and concentrated.
Outside the office Sally Randall - actually Police Detective Constable Sally Randall - listened at the door hearing Marcus Anderson's voice as it spoke. She had already made a note of the meeting between Perkins and Anderson and was going to pass it on later.
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