The Cop Killer

They climbed into the rear of the vehicle, the seats of which were more plush than they had ever seen.

Once the luggage was loaded Doris sat by Carl in the front of the vehicle. She was impressed with the very nice summer dress A

The vehicle was soon moving, Jack was impressed with the silence, no engine noise at all, the silence was interrupted when Carl a

“Madam, Sir, On behalf of British China Aero Industries I welcome you and I hope you have a very pleasant journey to Manchester airport.

Doris smiled, turned and said, “I had a word with father in view of the short notice. He agreed to let us use one of his drivers and cars.  I have arranged the flight so nothing for you to do just sit back and think of the very warm weather in Daram”.

Having done so well so far, Jack and A

As they drove through the village Jack nudged A

She nodded and smiled, “Pantry, yes why not we are in Cheshire after all what better than having a pantry.

They arrived at the airport; the car stopped outside the main entrance but there was a delay whilst Carl left the car to walk inside presumable to make some enquiry.  He arrived back after ten minutes with two porters and trolleys. He then supervised the removal of the luggage from the car for onward transmission into the airport building

As A

“Heavens”, said A

“They must be going away whilst the alterations are being done. Let us hope they are not on the same flight as we are,” replied Jack, also noting he had seen Miss Sun Flower Pym amongst the group of Cheshire common travellers.

“They won’t be, don’t worry” replied Doris “just follow me”.

As they arrived at the rear of the seemingly never ending queue, the Delwright brigade looked and there was a jeer expression on their faces that they should be travelling with the common folk.

Mrs Delwright if one could lip read, and Jack could, was saying, “Those common people, look the old policeman and his wife”.

With that, Doris led her party along the queue and then veered to the right eventually stopping at the door marked VIP lounge and Carl showing their passes they, all save him were soon inside. Jack just could not resist a turn of the head in the direction of the long regular queue and on seeing all the Cheshire faces, he removed his hat in a gesture of either a well ma

It was all new to both A

“Jack please take off that damn trilby and rain coat, there isn’t a hope of rain today and certainly not here” whispered A

“What, what, oh yes very well” mumbled Jack who clearly had not noticed the difference in the standard of attire between himself and his fellow travellers. Well that or he was not bothered.

 Doris had momentarily left them but soon arrived back accompanied by a waiter seeking to know if they wished any complimentary drinks and or something to eat.

It was not long before a voice on the loudspeaker a

“Come on” called Doris who was already in full flow heading for the gate.

“Well I never” said A

Jack said nothing but thought, “This girl has some pull, why the hell does she want to be a cop and worse, put up with Striker and Co?”

Once on the plane they were greeted by a very handsome man, thought A

The seats were spacious and very comfortable, nothing in the same world as their last flight when they had travelled tourist class and squeezed into the seat then unable to move a limb for over three hours.

They were soon seated and safety belts fastened when a very handsome blonde lady stood and went through the usual flight safety drill. A

The plane taxied off and it being smaller than the large commercial jets A

Jack meanwhile was sitting back eyes closed pondering that if anyone other than Doris new the real reason for their journey even possibly Wrexham Sid, they may well have taken some pride that, Jack The Hat had been given the chop or in more polite terms, the axe and he had been run out of town. He opened his eyes looked and seeing no tar and feathers had been daubed upon him consoled himself that no one did in fact know the real reason for their visit to Daram and he would soon be back.

The four-hour flight was soon over, mainly due to Jack falling asleep for most of the journey. The plane landed without a hitch.

Arriving in the airport, they could see Craig standing waiting as they approached the arrivals lounge. It seemed a formality going through immigration presumably, because it was the Sultan’s staff who were waiting with Craig.

Once outside it was once again in a limousine only this time it was flying a royal flag, and it was away, soon leaving the airport behind and into semi desert country.

They arrived at the Palace and the car veered to the right and stopped outside some very nice looking apartments.

“Here we are folks”, said Craig.

Once inside the building they were amazed to see how large was Craig’s apartment.  Two bedrooms, a well-designed and fitted kitchen is what took the eye of mother A

The evening passed by everyone getting up to date mostly from A

 A text eventually arrived stating Doris had a suite at the aptly named, Daram Palace hotel and Spa, located as Jack would learn, just across the road and only five minutes walk from the Sultan’s place and Craig’s apartment in its grounds.

Morning soon arrived in the guise of 6am, Jack was up and on looking through the bedroom window saw the blue sky and bright sunshine.  There were several workers tending the gardens outside and others watering plants and washing off the paths.