Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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184 Kerry Greenwood<br />
He had not been able to search every nook <strong>and</strong> cranny of<br />
the market, either, not without attracting attention which might<br />
warn the murderer off. He was fairly sure that no one was hidden<br />
there, but he was not certain, <strong>and</strong> he liked to be certain. Also,<br />
he was hot. There didn’t seem to be a lot of air in the air.<br />
Bert <strong>and</strong> Cec had done this sort of thing before. They were<br />
not fazed by darkness or heat or suspense. Cec wondered, sometimes,<br />
if they would ever be really astonished or really afraid<br />
ever again. They seemed to have worn such emotions out, at<br />
Gallipoli <strong>and</strong> in the mud of Poziéres. Still, it made no odds. He<br />
only wished this murderous bloke would make his move. He<br />
could do with a smoke.<br />
He sank into dreams of his wedding, with only one whisker<br />
alert for action.<br />
He’d already bought the ring.<br />
999<br />
Above, the Eastern Market closed. Phryne saw the last of the<br />
trucks leave. The returned soldiers parked their fruit barrows,<br />
covering their cargo against dust, <strong>and</strong> filed out into the street,<br />
talking <strong>and</strong> coughing. The last of the cleaners slid his or her big<br />
broom into its place. Rubbish bins were filled with the detritus<br />
of the day’s trading. This enriched the already heavy air with an<br />
overlay of sweepings. Phryne suppressed a sneeze.<br />
She also had things to think about. Where, for a start, was the<br />
irritating but beautiful Simon? His mother had not found him <strong>and</strong><br />
he had not been seen since he had left Kadimah before lunch. It<br />
would be just like Simon, thought Phryne, to go to a deserted warehouse<br />
after dark <strong>and</strong> tell no one where he had gone, just because an<br />
anonymous note told him to. He would probably also burn the note.<br />
But surely no son of that remarkably durable couple, the Abrahams,<br />
would have entirely missed out on a certain inborn cunning? Surely<br />
he must have learned something from his parent’s stories?<br />
On the other h<strong>and</strong>, he could still be sulking. In which case,<br />
after his mother had scolded him Phryne would take him out<br />
to dinner.