# 95 - Poster
These characters don’t belong to me - I’m just having a little fun with them.
It was an unusually slow day at
the Yard. I was finally caught up on
reports and thankfully, no new crimes had been committed. It was August Bank Holiday and we were on a
skeleton crew. Normally, I would be
heading to Wick for a week of vacation, but I owed Chief Inspector MacKenzie since he had covered for me when I had taken
extra time in
Looking for something to help
the afternoon hours go by quicker, I logged on to my AIM account
in hopes of finding Jessica online as well.
However, it was the wrong time of day in
That trip was the first time we
rendezvoused in the States. We had met
about a year earlier in
I closed the online photo album
and surfed the net for a few minutes. I found myself drawn to Ebay. I impulsively typed in J.B. Fletcher in the
search bar. Voila! 111 items found! I chuckled at the various items - magazines,
autographs, clippings, photos, a dvd
that contained a talk show interview, audio books, and of course lots of copies
of her books. I perused the books but
there weren’t any that I didn’t already have.
Even though I wasn’t typically a fan of mystery novels - a bit of a
busman’s holiday for me, I’m afraid - I started purchasing all of her books
after meeting her. How could I not? I had to read to work of the beautiful woman
who had captured my heart. Anyway, I
digress. I clicked on “poster.” It was a huge 25" x 38" color
poster of her posing with her book “The Corpse Danced at Midnight.” I simply had to have it. She was obviously younger in the picture
according to the date, but you would have had to convince me otherwise. She didn’t look like she had aged at
all. She was so beautiful, wearing a
pretty blue suit and a big smile. Her
name and the word “Read” was printed in bold letter at
the bottom of the poster. I pictured
the poster, framed and hanging in my bedroom or perhaps my den. I read the rules of the auction. Ye gads,
the auction time was about to expire.
Ye gads! $100
Feeling defeated, I strolled to
the break room and refreshed my cup of Earl Grey. When I returned to my desk, I was rewarded
with a message in my inbox. I won! I quickly logged onto Paypal
and completed the online form. £100. Oh well, it’s a
small price to pay for such a lovely, large photo of my beloved. It was being sent from the seller in
“Sutherland here,” I barked.
“George, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Jessica! Not at all, I was just catching up on some work,” I fibbed, my mood instantly returning to triumphant. “To what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice?”
“Do you have dinner plans?” she asked coyly.
I gulped. “Uh, well even if I did, I suppose I could be persuaded to drop them.”
She laughed. “I thought so. Pick me up at the
“You’re on. And Jessie, will you be here for a few days?”
“Yes, for the next week. Half business, half pleasure. Why?”
“Oh, I was just hoping that you might be in a signing mood in a couple of days.”
“A signing mood?”
“You’ll see. Pick you up in an hour. Cheerio, love,” I said and rang off.