PADS #10

‘Do you think I should text them?’


‘Text who?’ asked Wyse.

‘You know the Society, it being the first time and all. That is if you think this is it?’ said Elms.

In a private moment Wyse may have admitted events had overtaken him and he had already become totally absorbed in the case to forget such a procedure, especially as he had formulated the correct protocol to follow if any member of the society discovered a murder, but this was not the time. If this was to be the first case for the Society then there was no better man to give the nod to open proceedings than the founder himself, taking a deep breath and judging the moment was correct he solemnly spoke,

‘Text the code Elms, we meet tonight in the locker room.’

A grin spread across the face of Elms. Pressing send, the message already saved on his phone flew out into the ether and winged its way to the other illustrious members of the Society.

‘Er, do you think we should have a quick snoop around before the old bill gets here?’ asked Elms.

‘The police won’t be here quite yet Elms. It’s coming to the end of their shift and the last thing they want to deal with is another dead body. Go speak to the friend and see what else you can find out, I’ll secure the scene.’

‘But, I...’

‘I understand Elms, but time is of the essence and we must all perform our duties no matter how insignificant they may seem.’

The door closed and Wyse found himself completely transformed. The victim lying at his feet had been the catalyst for this change, one for which he would forever be indebted to. The fellowship would have by now received their messages and be busily honing their own specialities in preparation for the challenges ahead and all of them would be relying upon him for his leadership qualities. He was disturbed from these thoughts by an unexpected appearance.

‘Sorry.’ said Elms, creeping back into the room and departing with a more satisfied grin upon his face.

He really would have to talk to Elms and his predilection for film noir which required him to add extra atmosphere wherever possible. The unadorned bulb suspended from the ceiling had now been sent into a frenzied swinging motion casting demonic shadows to spin manically around the room.