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The still air was stifling the room, Shaw looked at the notes in front of him. Ezra ? Ezra Jones ? 

Nothing moved no sound.

He started at the hooded figure seated across the table. Trying to peer into the black eyes watching him. The monks hands were cuffed to the table in front of him.

PC Roberts had informed him before he entered that when they tried to take the cuffs of the monk he fought and had injured PC Dreyfus. So the desk sergeant had adviced to keep him cuffed.

From our database here it say you are Ezra Jones and you are the landlord of the 15 grey friars lane .

Your two “Tennants” are stiffing you for the cannabis growing factory in the upstairs apartments. They deny any knowledge of the caged girl in the basement​ though!

Nothing, not even a slight shoulder shurg.

If you don’t say anything, well it’s up to you and we can provide you with legal aid of you require it?  I have read you your rights but at the moment Mr Jones it so looking bleak for you.

…….

Who was the girl ?

Why was she there?

Knock knock

Come in, it was Roberts.

The hospital has called the girl from the house is being released and is coming here to give a statement. Considering her ordeal she is described as fine.

01159691777

Excuse me 

01159691777
 Shocked Shaw look at the monk did you say something?

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Why should I call the number Jones ?

01159691777
 Why Jones you have not helped us.

The monk moved sharply back and jerked his arms up in a swift motion breaking  the chain connecting him to the table. He stood to his full height.

CALL THE FUCKING NUMBER. 01159691777

As the door slammed, she began to cry. They had never argued like that before. She reached for her mobile. Opening the message app, she type in Okay?

The phone dinged, it was the message sent confirmation. She threw the phone on to the sofa next to her. Taking a tissue from her clutch purse. Drying her tears she stood and and walked to the drinks cabinet.

It was an old oak cabinet, it had been on the family for years. The key was always in the lock, opening it she picked up a bottle of teachers whiskey and poured a shot. She picked up the glass in he left hand a raised it  towards her.

“cheers, saluté’

As she sipped it ….

KaBOOM.

Me: Pete Maguire Ashlar Lodge

Table neighbour(TN): Malcolm pleased to meet​ you.

me: so are you in the chair

TN : no no just a hanger on

David: don’t believe a word he says

John : hi pete, Malcolm Dave

TN: so are you in RAM

Me: unattached

TN: how come

Me: starts at 5

TN: FAIR ENOUGH, so John are u at Hyde tomorrow ?

John: yes

Me: is that Athelstan order..

TN: yes are you interested?

Me: no making conversation

So on went through dinner, with goodbyes said .

Walk to the car park ..

Me: Night Guy, have a good day tomorrow.

Guy: So  I will get you a form for Athelstan then…

“OK, let’s get this straight you were walking down the road, when you turned a corner when you saw….”

PC Kicka checked his notepad.

“A man dressed as a Clown walking towards you, and on passing you, you proceeded to Slap the clown across the back of the head and he went down.”

Erm yes officer that is correct.

The policeman looked at the 45year old before him. He scratched his head, why on earth would you hit a Clown.

“Are you not at least going to explain why?”

Err. Hmmm well no.

“You do realise that you are going to be charged with ABH. Which will see you with one night in the cells and a fine and possibly jail time.”

OK.

“Do you have no remorse ?”

Not really.

“What kind of antisocial behaviour is this, you look like a professional Gentleman, but here you are sat in the back of a police car. Do you not think this is strange affair!!!”

Well yes it is a bit odd, I was on my way to a meeting  when he attacked me.

“Whoa hold on there you have just admitted that you Slapped him, without provocation!! There’s no changing your story. We even have witnesses.”

OK yes  but he started it !

PC Kicka ran his hand over his face.

“What did he do?”

He pulled a funny face at me.

The line was short, perhaps the other passengers had not heard the call. I opened the airline app on my pixel android phone, from my left inside suit jacket pocket I pulled out my passport.

Flicking it over to the photo id section, ready for the air steward. 

Next

“thanks!”

I passed over the phone and held up the passport.

Thank you, don’t forget you need to renew your passport before November.

“Cheers!”

I took my phone and passport back and walked through the door on to the tarmac, walking towards thet twin proller plane. It was a Flybe one, the final destination was Manchester.

I saw a member of the ground crew observing the  passengers as they came out.

 I made the way to the back of the plane and up the walkway.

Nothing​ was untoward as i entered the plane, findimg my seat, the usual spiel was done by the cabin crew and we were taxiing to the runway.

As the pilot powered up the engines we where pressed into our seats as the plane raced down getting that fine balance to allow the plane to take off.

As we climbed into the sky I stared out the window looking at the scenery. 

Omph

 I heard the sound and looked up, there was a large bloke stumbling down the aisle towards the toilet.

As he passed by I watched he appeared drunk. Once he’d gone by I returned to the window and got lost in my thoughts.

Bing bong

The captain began speaking over the tannoy, “cabin crew we will be decending  in 10mims”