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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 18
Bert closed his eyes and sighed. Perhaps suicide was too drastic and he ought to consider Alf's idea for a Plan B. The only problem with Plan B was the time and effort it would take.
He’d need to climb down from the scaffolding, find a saw, climb up again, saw through the rungs, climb down to find some grease and mud, climb up again, and then smear dirt over the cuts to hide them. He didn’t know how much time he had before Dick Charmer came home, and he didn’t want to be caught in the act.
Best to wait until after he’s sneaked into Olive’s house. Yes, there was no hurry with Plan B; he could take all the time he needed. Dick Charmer wouldn't be climbing the ladders until morning. So he stretched out on the scaffolding, put his hands behind his head, and felt sure he'd made the only sensible decision.
Wondering what the time was, he glanced at his wrist and cursed when he remembered his watch was missing. Everything had gone wrong since Dick Charmer had come to The Stables. He'd lost his fiancé, and he'd lost his Rolex.
Blood as thick and black as treacle ran through Bert's veins. Sod Plan B, he thought. I’ll hang him anyway. Once again he arranged the wire noose through the gap in the scaffolding floor and took a resolute grip on his end. Just like fishing, but this time the catch will be a whopper.
Any moment now. Come on lad, your days of ruining lovers’ affairs is over. But still Dick Charmer didn’t come, and with thoughts of torture and murder on his mind, Bert dropped off to sleep.
To be continued…
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