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David Hughes has written a further five intriguing short stories put together in this collection, Book Three of Five. In the first, 'Deadly Chocolates', the police are in a race against time to catch a lethal poisoner, who seems to be attacking the general public without rhyme or reason - or is the lack of motivation an illusion? Someone once said that eyes are the windows to the soul, and in 'Hawk Eye' we read of a very different slant to this quote. The next story will have you squirming as you read of a mass exodus of rats from the sewers in 'Rats Overground', and then wondering what on earth can have been the cause. Was it down to nature or was mankind involved somewhere along the line? 'Russian Whisper Black Death' begins with two everyday Russian families living in the same village in Russia, who would never have dreamed that their actions would nearly spark a major diplomatic incident between two superpowers. After you have read 'Serial Conspiracy at the Surgery', a visit to the doctor will never be the same again - always take a friend or relative with you!

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	17 janvier 2018
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780722347881
Langue	English

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Book Three of Five
David Hughes
ARTHUR H. STOCKWELL LTD
Torrs Park, Ilfracombe, Devon, EX34 8BA
Established 1898
www.ahstockwell.co.uk

2018 digital version converted and published by
Andrews UK Limited
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© David Hughes, 2017
All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright holder.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales, is purely coincidental.
By the same author:
Purple Jade
Cloned Identity
Million Plus One
Hellfire Landing
Different Women, Same Love
Man Talk: The Manual, Born to Be Different
Book One of Five
Book Two of Five

Deadly Chocolates

When I was just a small child I was told many things by my parents, especially my grandma, to help protect my life - probably the original early attempt at health and safety - and to teach me what was right and what was wrong. Often these lessons would be enforced with a smack on the back of my legs to ensure I remembered and didn’t make the same mistake again. One that I always remembered from the long list was to never accept sweets from a stranger. Yet in this story you have a young person who lost their life by clearly going against this very old code of protection. Perhaps common sense is not considered a protection against the evil which is all around you these days. Every day in the media are so many typical examples of persons suffering serious accidents, even death, and they could quite easily have been avoided by simple common sense!

Introduction
This story is based on the evil that can be sitting right next to you whenever you travel about using buses, trains and planes and you should be totally aware that you could lose your life just as easily by any means that could simply occur without any valid reason. As you could by an accident caused by the collision of your method of transport or by other means which you probably could never imagine
I feel it is important for the reader that they have all the relative information and all the relative details so they can understand the how accurate the information and the details actually are. I can assure the reader that the contents of many of my stories are based on real live happenings from my very own situations and are actually based on happenings and real-life personal encounters, often of the extraordinary kind. To the normal person they are probably well beyond actual belief!
So at the start hopefully you can imagine the collating department at New Scotland Yard in London (I was actually in the building in 1960). The collating department is made up of many persons, not all actually police officers but many being public support staff under the watchful eye of some retired former police officers - usually of sergeant or inspector ranking. Their job is to examine all the data and information which arrives by the minute from police stations in the London area as well as from other police forces through the UK and Ireland. Let’s not forget information from the world outside the UK.
So we have information from all of the emergency services and not just the police forces. Even from all of the events going on, such as music festivals. Typical information would list persons arrested and the offences, persons who have received medical treatment on site and at hospitals. Hopefully you can imagine the vast quantity of information entering the collating department, not just in a single day but every single hour. This information will take a considerable amount of time as it is sifted and placed in the correct section so it can be assessed by police stations and police officers no matter where they are, as long as they have access to a computer no matter where they are located.
So you could have two pieces of information from two entirely different locations which could be and should be connected together and logged in the same folder, but the time it actually takes to combine the two and collate could be weeks or months and might only happen by being spotted by a person who can remember a similar situation. Sometimes an investigation can be caused by somebody’s own initiative and may be started by an event which is not actually related to the core event.
Chapter One
Our story actually begins and was caused by a situation that really depended on a family day out using the London Underground to and from their destination.
A nine-year-old girl was admitted to the A & E department of the Northwick Park Hospital at Harrow, North London! She had been collected by emergency ambulance from the home she lived in with her eleven-year-old brother and parents. Because the girl died the local police force were alerted and they attended, and support was offered to the family. It was some days later after the post-mortem that the local police force became involved at a higher level because it was stated the girl had died from a poison being administered in some form! The major concern was that the type of poison was unknown and not readily able to identify, so the origin was actually unknown. Because the rest of the family were tested and found to be OK, the house was searched by the forensic team but no source was found.
So it was an amazing breakthrough when a WPC was having a casual chat with the family and the mother was tearful as she spoke about the last time she was enjoying time with the daughter. It was the afternoon and early evening when she started to convulse in agony and was rushed to hospital. The happy time was when they went by Underground Tube to the West End in London to visit the cinema to see BFG on the big screen, a special treat which could help the daughter with her school project work. The WPC asked the mum if anything happened which was out of ordinary on the trip?
Mum answered, “Not that I can recall!”
“How about you, Adam, did you observe anything?” the WPC spoke to the son who was also on the same trip.
“Well just as Mum said, but a difference was that old lady, Mum!”
“What was that about Mum?” asked the WPC.
“Well nothing really, I mean just some elderly person who was sitting opposite. She took a package out of her bag and opened a card stuck to the top and then she laughed and made a comment that it was her birthday. She then opened the box, which was chocolates, and she scoffed a couple, and then I think she must have noticed we were watching her so she passed the box of chocolates over and asked us to join in on her celebrations!”
“So did you all take a chocolate?” asked the WPC.
“No not all, Susan and Adam did, but I didn’t as I have type 2 diabetes and chocolate is not good for me, but the chocolates must have been OK because Susan and Adam both had them and Adam is OK!”
“Mum!” Adam spoke with tears! “Mum I never ate mine! I was full up from lunch! I never ate mine!”
Adam was heartbroken and was comforted by his mum.
“Adam what did you do with your chocolate? Did you throw it away?” asked the WPC.
Drying his tears Adam spoke, “I didn’t eat it I just put it in my pocket for later, but because of all the trauma with Susan I forgot all about it!”
“So you still have it?”
“Yes, it’s still in my jacket pocket - probably all melted by now!”
“Adam can we go and see please?” the WPC and Adam went to his room and the WPC turned the pocket inside out.
“Is that it Adam? You didn’t unwrap the paper?”
“Yes, that’s the only one; I just put it straight in my pocket! I remember Susan unwrapping hers! She always liked chocolate and probably would have eaten mine if she knew it was in my pocket!”
The WPC scooped the chocolate inside an evidence bag and sealed it, and they went back to the front room and confronted an emotional mum.
“Do you think that could be the source?” the mum asked.
“I cannot be sure, it will be sent off to the laboratory and analysed so won’t know till we have the results!”
* * *
Some days later when the results were received it was revealed that the chocolate had probably been laced with the poison by the use of a hypodermic needle as the wrapping was intact and it was difficult to locate the tiny hole in the wrapping paper.
The family, Mum and Adam, were questioned about any details they could remember about the elderly lady, but the information was very spasmodic the details sketchy. The police concern was that the elderly lady could be lying dead somewhere as she had eaten at least two of the chocolates, so a major search of London was ongoing. From the details regarding the Underground train system, the police could narrow the search area and asked railway police to search their CCTV to see if anything would show up. The police were concerned that the lady may have thrown the box of chocolates away or given them to somebody else, so at all the hospitals with A & E departments, the ambulance services were contacted but nothing showed up on the radar. The idea was the lady could have been a cleaner at a business and they had given her a present as it was her birthday, so small businesses were asked whether anybody was missing. But nothing was happening despite the search - it seemed like just a one-off, so the investigation went cold turkey.
Chapter Two
It would be some nine months later when the chocolate killer would surface again and the event would develop into a broader and more concise enquiry!
This time the information was collated within the collating departmen