Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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1 Kerry Greenwood<br />
Then, possibly, Simon would die because Chaim was too<br />
tired to st<strong>and</strong>.<br />
An hour, perhaps, had gone past. Bert had tried his h<strong>and</strong> at<br />
negotiation. Phryne could not think of anything to say, so she<br />
sent a constable for some water, which she intended to drink.<br />
Chaim must be thirsty by now. If he saw her drinking, he might<br />
be moved to bargain. A glass of water, for Simon’s life?<br />
There was a flurry of feet on the steps <strong>and</strong> a woman’s voice<br />
screamed ‘Simon!’<br />
‘Stay back, Julia,’ warned Chaim. ‘Don’t come any closer.’<br />
‘Simon, you’re hurt…’ Julia came to a skidding halt next to<br />
Phryne. ‘Chaim, what is this?’<br />
‘Julia, you are in time to watch your son die,’ said the murderer.<br />
‘Why, Chaim, why?’ she dem<strong>and</strong>ed, taking a step towards<br />
him. ‘Bubelah, are you all right?’<br />
‘I’m all right, Mama,’ he said valiantly.<br />
‘You chose the wrong man,’ said Chaim. ‘You know it now.<br />
When you had to choose, in Paris, between two poor men, me<br />
<strong>and</strong> my brother, you chose wrong, Julia.’<br />
‘No,’ she said faintly. ‘I chose right.’<br />
‘Wrong,’ he snarled, <strong>and</strong> Julia jumped back from his contorted<br />
face.<br />
‘All right, I was wrong, I was wrong, now let Simon go,’ said<br />
Mrs. Abrahams. ‘You let him go, Chaim, <strong>and</strong> I’ll go away with<br />
you, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll lie down on this floor for<br />
you, let my son go!’<br />
‘Too late,’ said Chaim. ‘Once that would have made me happy,<br />
but not now. Come closer if you want him dead,’ he added.<br />
‘Phryne,’ whispered Julia Abrahams, ‘do something!’<br />
‘I’m thinking,’ said Phryne.<br />
The police marksman would be in position by now. If she<br />
could get Simon away for only a second he would have a clear<br />
target <strong>and</strong> would fire, <strong>and</strong> police marksmen seldom missed. But<br />
Chaim was strong on his legs, had Simon in what looked like an<br />
unbreakable grip, <strong>and</strong> had more grievances to air. She doubted