In the last post: Chief Inspector Dobbs was off to breakfast, leaving Dick Charmer and Bert handcuffed to their polls...
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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 35
"Tie a knot in it," said Chief Inspector Dobbs, and spun to leave. When he returned, the two delinquent lawbreakers might be ready to talk. If not, he couldn't care less, he'd soon have them in the clink for interrogation.
Talking of knots, his hollow stomach had tied one of its own. After downing some food and dressing, he hoped his mood would improve, although he doubted it. Right now, he hated the world and all those who infested it.
Behind the scarecrow dangling from its neck, Olive's front door opened and his wife, Florence, guided Olive around the gruesome effigy. Olive still looked ashen after the shock of finding what she imagined as a man hanging by his neck right outside her house.
“I’ve invited Olive to breakfast,” said Florence.
Chief Inspector Dobbs did nothing to hide the disapproval that flashed across his face. He hated Olive. She was as big a crook as Dick Charmer and Bert, and he ought to handcuff her along with them. He couldn't have been more displeased even if Florence had told him she was pregnant.
Florence, a plump woman, whose soft wrinkle-free skin made her appear younger than her years, clicked her tongue and wagged a finger. “Now then, Poochy, Olive has had a nasty shock. She’s such a frail and gentle creature.”
“You bastards,” shrieked Olive, and flailed her handbag around her head like a bludgeon. “Which of you two creeps did this?” Her handbag socked the scarecrow’s head with such force that it shot off like a cannon ball and rolled into the road.
Dick Charmer and Bert turned pale and glanced at each other, both shaking their heads vigorously. "It was him," they said.
To be continued…
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A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
At long last I got around to reading about Ove, pronounced Oover. Brilliant story: amusing, heartbreaking, and so true to life. My main problem with the book is that I think they modelled Ove on me! When my wife read it, I heard repeatedly, "That's just like you."
Minus half a star for shoddy translation in places (from Swedish).
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