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Pat Ritter. Books

Post by patritter » Mon Mar 25, 2024 6:02 pm

'The Proposition' (A Bundy Quicksilver Mystery)

looking for a needle in a haystack. We’re hoping you may be able to help us.’ Bundy pleaded.
‘What do you want? I’ll help you as much as I can.’ Norm replied in a sincere voice.
‘Do you have records of trotting drivers dating back twenty-two years to 1990?’ Bundy asked.
‘You’ll have to look through them yourselves, the show starts next week and you know how busy we are before the show.’ Norm explained.
‘That’s okay – point us in the right direction?’ Bundy asked.
‘I’ll take you – ah, you should remember, upstairs above the canteen. You remember carrying those boxes of tickets down the stairs and I told you not too because you had a bad heart.’ Norm reminded Bundy.
‘Yes, I remember. You were only looking after my health. I carried most of the boxes down the stairs and didn’t keel over, if I remember.’
‘You were lucky – what’s this all about?’ Norm asked as they left his office and all three walked to the canteen in the main pavilion.
‘Kate has been investigating the disappearance of a twelve year old boy and we think he could’ve come here to look for his father. It’s only a guess at this stage. We’re clutching at straws. His mother told us she had a one night affair with a trotting driver named Ralph back in 1990. Does it help?’ Bundy explained.
Norm thought about the name ‘Ralph’, ‘not much. Nothing rings a bell. I’ll show you where to go and you can look through the records. You certainly haven’t got much to go on.’
They walked up a flight of stairs to a door on a small platform. Norm put a key in the lock and opened a door. They entered a small room, smelt stuffy of cardboard and stale air...

Pat Ritter. Books

Post by patritter » Sun Mar 24, 2024 4:49 pm

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‘Kate, take us to the Brisbane Exhibition grounds, I’ll introduce you to Norm to see what we come up with.’
Kate drove to Brisbane Exhibition grounds in Gregory Terrace, Fortitude Valley and parked in front of the main office. They entered the foyer and met an attendant, ‘can I help you?’ He asked in an inviting voice.
Bundy didn’t recognize the attendant, it’d been twenty years since he worked at the same front counter of the main entrance to the building, ‘I’m Bundy Quicksilver and this is Detective Superintendent Kate Emerson, could we speak with Norm Thompson, please?’
‘I’ll see if he’s in his office.’ The attendant telephoned a number, spoke to someone and replaced the telephone. He opened a side door and motioned Bundy and Kate through, ‘follow me,’ he instructed. Bundy knew where to go because he’d worked as Norm’s assistant shortly after he retired from the police.
‘Well, if it’s not Bundy Quicksilver,’ a voice echoed from inside of an office, ‘come in – you old scoundrel, haven’t seen you in ages.’ They shook hands and Norm dismissed the attendant.
‘Norm, great to see you again, been a long time, since I worked here, this is Detective Superintendent Kate Emerson. I work with her in the police.’ Bundy explained.
Norm shook Kate’s hand and offered both a seat. He was astonished to see Bundy again after so many years, ‘what brings you here to see me – if the police are involved, I haven’t got anything to hide.’ Norm loved the police presence because throughout the annual show the police was necessary to control crowds and find lost children.
‘Norm, we’re here to ask a favour. We’ve been working on the disappearance of a twelve year old boy reported by his mother missing eight years ago. Our investigations so far haven’t been great. It’s been like...
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Pat Ritter. Books

Post by patritter » Fri Mar 22, 2024 4:24 pm

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‘Wow – this certainly opens a can of worms. Is there anything you can tell us about his identity?’ Bundy asked.
‘Do you think he could have taken Peter?’ Mary asked.
‘We have no idea. If you can give us more information which could help us, we’d appreciate it.’ Kate asked.
‘I’ll tell you the whole story. I went to the Brisbane Exhibition one night on my own. Mom, dad and I always went when I was growing up. I was fascinated with the trots. I loved to see the horses’ race. We’d pick a number on a horse to watch race.’ She looked to her mother for support. Mrs Peacock smiled in agreement.
‘What happened when you went alone to the Brisbane Exhibition?’ Kate asked, ‘on your own.’
‘I sat in the grandstand to watch the trots as we usually did. This time I sat close to the front to get a better look at the drivers. They looked handsome in their coloured helmets and racing colours. One of the male drivers pulled his horse up in front of where I was seated and got off the gig to check gear on the horse. He looked at me and our eyes met. I couldn’t believe he looked at me.’ Mary replied feeling ashamed of her admissions.
‘Go on.’ Kate interrupted.
‘After the race was over the same driver stopped in front of me, came over and handed me a blue ribbon he’d won. He won the race. I didn’t know what to do. Stars sparkled in my eyes, I went limp in my knees when he handed me the ribbon. All I could say was ‘thank you.’

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Pat Ritter. Books

Post by patritter » Wed Mar 20, 2024 2:34 pm

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‘Yeah – I suppose.’ Kate wondered, ‘I’ve never investigated anything like this before. It’s normally facts we look for – not family resemblances.’
‘You never know Kate – this could be a new way of investigating.’ Bundy smiled.
Nine o’clock the following morning Kate and Bundy arrived at Mrs Peacock’s home. They were surprised to see Mary present who greeted them at the front door, ‘do come in. Mom and I have something which may help you find Peter.’ She smiled and guided the two into the house.
‘Good morning Mrs Peacock, here is the photograph you gave us; and you must be Pastor Thrupp?’ Kate asked and looked at the Pastor.
‘I’m pleased to meet you, yes, I’m Pastor Thrupp and you are.’ He cut short what he was going to say.
‘Pastor Thrupp, it’s wonderful to see you again, this is Detective Superintendent Kate Emerson. Actually, you haven’t aged a bit since I last saw you.’ Bundy extended his hand to the Pastor. He had trouble remembering the Pastor. It was long ago since he last saw him.
‘Neither have you – I hope the man up stairs doesn’t mind if we share this moment between us.’ Pastor Thrupp joked and pointed a finger skyward.
‘I’m certain he’ll understand.’ Bundy smiled.
‘Would you like a cup-of-tea or coffee?’ Mary asked.
‘Cup-of-tea would be wonderful thanks Mary, and flat white for Kate.’ Bundy replied with a grin. Normally it was Kate who ordered the drinks.
‘Have a seat.’ Mrs Peacock showed the others to the lounge room...

Pat Ritter. Books

Post by patritter » Mon Mar 18, 2024 2:58 pm

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‘Most certainly, see you in the morning.’ Bundy asked and closed Kate’s telephone.
‘What was that all about?’ Kate asked. She heard part of the conversation but didn’t hear all of it. She was intrigued.
‘That was Pastor Thrupp. He wants us to be at Mrs Peacock’s home at nine o’clock in the morning. Mrs Peacock wants to tell us something about her grandson Peter.’ Bundy explained.
‘Is there anyone you don’t know?’ Kate asked in a gasp.
‘He was the Pastor who sat in on an interview with a witness years ago, when a woman was threatened with a knife by a fourteen-year-old youth. He remembered my name. I suppose there’s not too many Bundy Quicksilver’s around, are there?’
‘Thank goodness.’ Kate remarked. ‘Now back to this family tree.’
Bundy and Kate studied the family tree comparing each face and features to see if any relative looked similar. Bundy explained to Kate his reason for making this decision. ‘Have you ever been to a wedding or funeral and seen the resemblance of different family members? How their features resemble one another through their skin colour, hair, facial features and other similarities?’ Bundy asked.
‘Now you mention it – yes, but I’ve never taken any notice. Did Quincy know about this?’ Kate asked.
‘No – this was my idea. Look at the difference between Mary and Peter, each have similar coloured hazel eyes; Peter’s feature of nose; mouth and cheeks had a slight resemblance to his grandfathers’ features. Apart from those small resemblances, Peter stuck out like a sore thumb; he appears to be a throw back in the family some where. Do you agree?’ Bundy asked...

Pat Ritter. Books

Post by patritter » Sun Mar 17, 2024 4:22 pm

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‘Detective, you may not remember me, however, many years ago I was present when you obtained a statement from a woman who’d been threatened by a youth with a knife. He was only fourteen years old. I’m Pastor Thrupp.’
Immediately Bundy’s mind raced through a catalogue of events thinking about a fourteen year old youth who threatened a lady with a knife, ‘ah, yeah, I remember the incident, he broke into her home, she had a baby asleep at the time and he intended to rape her.’ Bundy explained.
‘Yes – you remember. Anyway, I was the Pastor who sat with you and the lady when she gave you a statement for court.’
‘Okay,’ Bundy’s mind tried to compute the connection between taking the statement from the woman, Pastor Thrupp and why he wanted to speak with him, ‘how can I help you Pastor?’ Bundy asked - his brow frowned in wonderment. He shrugged his shoulders to signal Kate he had no idea what this telephone call was about.
‘You and your offsider visited Mrs Peacock this morning; she telephoned me shortly after your visit and when she mentioned your name – it rang a bell. Mrs Peacock wants to speak with you about her grandson Peter and would like me to be present when she does.’
‘Have you any idea what she wants to tell us?’ Bundy asked.
‘Not exactly, she asked me to make arrangements to meet you and Detective Superintendent Emerson; and I’m to be present.’ He replied.
‘When would it be possible to speak with both of you?’ Bundy asked.
‘What say we make an appointment to be at her home at nine o’clock in the morning? She’s old and frail and it’d be better meeting at her home. Would nine o’clock in the morning be a suitable time?’ He asked...
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Post by patritter » Sat Mar 16, 2024 9:17 am

'The Proposition' - Page 125:

‘Okay – what about you do your thing about loading those photographs onto the computer and see how the family tree is progressing. I honestly think we’ll be in for a surprise.’ He didn’t exactly know what surprise but he knew something wasn’t gelling into place.
Kate worked on the computer, ‘have a look at this – even I can see the difference. How did Quincy know this was going to happen?’ She asked and pointed to the screen of the computer. ‘They don’t look anything alike.’
Bundy looked closer at the screen, ‘would you print it out please and send an e-mail to Quincy.’ He instructed.
Bundy studied each face on the family tree. To his eye he couldn’t see a resemblance between Peter and his father, Les. They were different as chalk and cheese. There was no resemblance whatsoever. Colour of their eyes was different, as were they’re complexions; colour of hair, also shape of their nose with other features clearly identifiable.
‘Kate – can you see what I’m seeing?’ Bundy asked.
‘Even I can see there is no resemblance between Peter and his father. What’s going on?’
‘We need to return to Mary’s house to see if we can have something of her late husband so Quincy can test it for DNA. I’m not a betting man, but I lay you a pound to a London brick on, he’s not the father. We won’t count our chickens yet.’
Kate’s telephone rang.
‘Detective Superintendent Kate Emerson speaking – how can I help you?’ Kate said into the telephone in an official voice.
‘Is Bundy Quicksilver there – may I speak with him please?’ A male voice replied.
‘It’s for you.’ She handed the phone to Bundy.
‘Hello – Bundy Quicksilver speaking.’..

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