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Table of Contents

By Sally Spencer

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Author's Note

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Epilogue

By Sally Spencer
The Charlie Woodend Mysteries

THE SALTON KILLINGS

MURDER AT SWANN'S LAKE

DEATH OF A CAVE DWELLER

THE DARK LADY

THE GOLDEN MILE TO MURDER

DEAD ON CUE

DEATH OF AN INNOCENT

THE RED HERRING

THE ENEMY WITHIN

A DEATH LEFT HANGING

THE WITCH MAKER

THE BUTCHER BEYOND

DYING IN THE DARK

STONE KILLER

A LONG TIME DEAD

SINS OF THE FATHERS

DANGEROUS GAMES

DEATH WATCH

A DYING FALL

FATAL QUEST

The Monika Paniatowski Mysteries

THE DEAD HAND OF HISTORY

THE RING OF DEATH

ECHOES OF THE DEAD

BACKLASH

LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER

THE GOLDEN MILE TO MURDER
A Charlie Woodend Mystery
Sally Spencer

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First published in Great Britain and the USA 2001 by

SEVERN HOUSE PUBLISHERS LTD of

9–15 High Street, Sutton, Surrey, England, SM1 1DF.

This eBook edition first published in 2012 by Severn Select an imprint of Severn House Publishers Limited

Copyright © 2001 by Sally Spencer

The right of Sally Spencer to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988.

A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

ISBN-13: 978-1-4483-0052-5 (epub)

Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.

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Acknowledgements

Thanks are due to the people of Blackpool who helped me with background to this book, especially the staff of the Central Library. As always, I am grateful to my webmaster, Luis de Avendano, for all his splendid work in maintaining my website –
www.sallyspencer.com
.

Author's Note

This book contains many real locations and buildings, though some of them appear under different names. The characters and events who populate them, however, are entirely products of my imagination.

One

B
ehind them shone the bright lights of Blackpool, ahead of them lay the darkness of the Irish Sea. The iron struts of the Central Pier were above their heads and under them was the warm, friable sand. Perfect, Derek Thomson thought. Bloody perfect!

He turned to the girl sitting next to him. ‘Happy?' he asked.

The girl shrugged awkwardly. ‘I'm all right, I suppose,' she admitted. ‘But isn't it time we were gettin' back?'

Derek forced himself to laugh, as if the very notion were preposterous. ‘Gettin' back?' he repeated. ‘But it's only half-past ten, Mavis.'

‘I know, but me dad always says—'

‘Your dad isn't here,' the boy reminded her. ‘Your mam neither, for that matter.'

It was true – gloriously true. Though they had taken some convincing, both their sets of parents had finally agreed they could go on holiday together – or at least Mavis's had agreed she could go with a bunch of her mates, while his mam and dad had let him off the leash with some lads from the factory.

‘Me mam warned me to be careful,' Mavis said.

I'll bet she did! Derek thought. Whenever he went round to their house, he felt Ma White watching him like a hawk, as if she suspected that within this shy, bumbling boy, a secret sex fiend was lurking. It wasn't like that at all. He loved Mavis. He really did. Hadn't he been going out with her for nearly a year? Wouldn't he probably end up marrying her? But he was still only nineteen, and until he finished his apprenticeship, in another two years, there was no chance of them getting wed. And was he expected to wait that long before he satisfied his ever-stronger urges? Was he to be content with the occasional unsatisfactory fumble outside the youth club until he had served his time and become a craftsman like his dad? That might have suited the older people, but this was the start of the 1960s, and it was old-fashioned to wait.

‘I think I should be goin',' Mavis said. ‘The other girls'll be wonderin' where I am.'

‘They'll
know
where you are,' Derek said. ‘An' I bet they're wishin' they were here in your place.'

‘What? With you?' Mavis asked, a hint of jealousy and suspicion suddenly evident in her voice.

‘No, not with me,' Derek said hastily. ‘With some lad who cared about them like I care about you.' He lowered his voice a little. ‘An' I
do
care about you.'

‘I know you do.'

‘I care about you, an' I want to go all the way with you.'

Mavis shifted slightly away from him. ‘Nice girls don't do that.'

‘Nice girls don't
sleep around
,' he countered. ‘But if they're with somebody they love, somebody they're goin' to spend the rest of their lives with . . .'

He let the sentence trail off, leaving her to fill in the rest of the details herself.

‘We could get married now, instead of waitin',' she suggested.

‘Your mam an' dad would never allow it. An' even if they would, I don't want to spend the first few years of our married life in their back bedroom, listenin' to your dad snorin' all night long. I want to do things properly. When we tie the knot, it'll be to move into a house of our own. But you see, I can't wait that long. I've got these . . . urges.'

‘If you really loved me, you'd wait.'

‘It's because I really love you that I
can't
wait.'

She fell unnaturally quiet, and he wondered if he had gone too far – pushed her too hard. He was almost on the point of telling her he was sorry for making the suggestion and begging her to forgive him when she said, ‘All right.'

‘All right?' he repeated, hardly able to believe his luck.

‘But you will be gentle with me, won't you?'

‘Of course I will,' he assured her, though since what was about to happen was almost as big a mystery to him as it was to her, he was not entirely sure what being gentle entailed.

‘I won't get pregnant, will I?' Mavis asked.

‘No, of course you won't. I've taken precautions.'

She giggled. ‘You mean you've got a packet of them things from the barber's?'

‘That's right.'

‘Well, you'd better put one on, then, hadn't you?'

He recalled all the Sunday afternoon conversations he'd had with his brother, Fred, when the older lad had come back from one of his heavy lunchtime drinking session at the pub.

‘You have to be careful with birds,' Fred had told him, as they lay sprawled across the beds in the room they shared. ‘Thing is, they want it, but they don't want it at the same time, if you see what I mean.'

‘I don't think I do.'

‘They might quite fancy the
idea
, but it's the whatjamecallit – the reality – that puts 'em off. So you have to keep the reality at bay until it's too late.'

‘An' how do I do that?'

‘Well, for starters, don't stand in front of 'em while you're slidin' the rubber on your John Thomas. Do it in the lavvy.'

But there was no lavvy under this pier.

Derek climbed to his feet. ‘What's the matter?' Mavis asked. ‘Have I said somethin' to put you off?'

‘No. I just thought I'd better go an' make sure that there's nobody else around.'

‘That's a good idea,' the girl agreed.

He walked away from her, towards the sea. The pier rested on cast-iron pillars, and between their bases ran thick reinforcing bars, so that every few yards he was forced to take a high step. It was going to happen! he told himself. His little Mavis was actually going to allow him to put his thing in her – like a proper grown-up.

He reached into his pocket and took out the packet of prophylactics which he had bought – after much hesitation and embarrassment – a few days earlier. He extracted one, lifted the tin foil wrapper to his mouth, and gently bit along the edge. Experience would have taught him to stand still while he performed such a delicate task, but instead he kept on walking and, his mind on the wrapper, he misjudged the position of the next reinforcement bar. He felt his ankle slam into the bar, and a split second later he was flying forward. Too late, he put his arms in front of him to break his fall, and his chest hit the sand with a heavy thud.

Lying there, gasping, he assessed his situation. He was winded, though not too badly. The rubber had flown out of his hand, but he still had two more in the packet – and nobody did it more than twice in a night, did they? What really had him bothered was that his right hand had landed on something hard and sticky. He wondered what it could be. Had a dog crapped on one of the rocks, or was his hand resting in some drunk's vomit?

He gingerly removed the hand from whatever the sticky substance was, and felt his fingers brush against something which stuck out above the gunge – a triangular outcrop which could almost have been a nose. He raised his head and gazed in horror at the black shape which lay in front of him. At one end of it was the round bit which his hand had explored. At the other end, there was what were undoubtedly a pair of feet pointing up to the sky.

All thoughts of carnal knowledge disappeared from his mind. Derek pulled himself up into a crouching position – and emptied the contents of his stomach out on to the sand in front of him.

Two

I
t felt strange to be in Whitebridge again after over twenty years away, Charlie Woodend thought as he made his way down Cathedral Street. Very strange indeed. It was in this town that he'd signed up to fight Hitler back in 1939, a course of action which had led him to the burning deserts of North Africa and from there to the D-Day landings and the horrors of the Nazi death camps. It was true he'd been back a number of times since then, but it had always somehow seemed as if he were a visitor, rather than someone coming home. Well, now it
was
to be home again. The new job – which had been thrust on him rather than sought – had ensured that.

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