Smart Way to Die
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When you’re dressed for living and full of beans, a run-in with death might not be all that is seems.
London based PI, David Good, only went out to get his hair cut and to pick up a few bits and bobs at the local shops but, somehow or other, he’s finished up with a murder case on his hands. A man he’d spoken to only briefly that very morning has turned up dead, seemingly the victim of a hit-and-run incident. But it doesn’t take Good long to find out there is a lot more to things than first appeared.
No one is going to pay him for this case and he might not even get so much as a thank you, but he can’t help himself, things need sorting. Walking away would offend his sensibilities.
Will he regret his decision? Will he be able to cover the ground fast enough to apprehend his chief suspect?
Join south London’s hottest new private investigator to find out for yourself before someone else spills the beans.
"Westerham’s writing is tight, smooth to read, carries great descriptions and all with a dry wit and wry humor." Amazon USA review of 'Good Girl Gone Bad'.
This book is part of the David Good, private investigator series, which can be read in any order you like.
Ben Westerham
Ben is the author of two crime and mystery series. The David Good private investigator stories are set in 1980s London, featuring a PI in tune with his neck of the woods and in possession of some distinctly pliable morals. The Banbury Cross Murder Mystery stories are classic murder mysteries set in the rural market town of Banbury during the early 1960s, featuring the curmudgeonly Inspector Leslie Dykeman and the irascible Sergeant Stanley Shapes.Ben's writing places an emphasis on strongly developed characters and invariably comes served with a side-order of humour.Born in London, Ben now lives in rural Northamptonshire in the English Midlands, with his family and a heavily over-worked computer.He writes just about every day and some of the resulting stories and other material is made available for free exclusively to readers who register here http://www.benwesterham.com/subscribe/.For more information please visit www.benwesterham.com.
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Smart Way to Die - Ben Westerham
Smart Way to Die
Ben Westerham
Also by Ben Westerham
The Strawberry Girl
Good Investigations
Good Girl Gone Bad
Too Good to Die
Published by Close9 Publishing
Copyright © 2017 Ben Westerham
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ISBN 978-1-911085-08-9
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#Chapter 6
#Chapter 7
#Chapter 8
#Chapter 9
#Chapter 10
Chapter 1
You got the time, mate?
I tugged back my coat and shirt sleeves so I could get a proper look at my watch. Yeah, it’s eight past ten, on the dot.
Cheers.
Tasty looking suit you’ve got there,
I said.
He laughed, then replied, Thanks. I like it. Makes me feel good. Like someone special.
Never thought about it like that; your clothes making you feel good. Maybe I’ll take a leaf out of your book and spruce myself up.
Costs a pretty penny, mind,
he said, a huge grin spreading across his face.
I’ll save up. Mind you, on the money I earn that’ll take a while.
Ah, that’s where you gotta set your priorities, mate. Gotta decide what matters to you most, then concentrate all your efforts on that.
Don’t know if I’d be much good at that. Think I’d get too tempted to spend my cash on other things,
I said. You must have a fair size bill down the dry cleaners.
He laughed. Yeah, it’s true enough they see a lot of me. Anyway, gotta go, mate. Loads to do.
He waved a big hand and set off along the pavement.
He was an odd-looking bloke, tall as a lamp-post and skinny as one too, with the scruffiest hair you’ve ever seen, every last strand as white as a lump of chalk. He didn’t look like he was all that bothered about washing and there was no way a toothbrush had been anywhere near his teeth since Noah stepped off the Ark. But his clothes were something else; smart three-piece black suit, spotless white shirt and a blue and pink striped tie that had a flawless knot. I’d not been that well-dressed since the last wedding I’d tootled along to, whenever that was.
Some people make you feel good about yourself whenever you meet them. They can’t help it. It’s like they’ve been sprinkled with fairy dust and whenever you get close to them some of it rubs off on you. He was one of those people; left me feeling twice as chipper as I was before I’d met him and we’d only been chatting for 60 seconds.
I had half a mind to follow him, to see where he was going. I’m nosey like that. In fact, I almost couldn’t resist it and would have given in to the temptation on any other day, but not that day. No, that day I had things I needed to do and I couldn’t put them off. So, I watched him walk off down the road, big, bouncing strides that made his trousers rise about two feet up his legs, which meant I also got to see his bright pink socks. Class, all class that bloke.
It was lucky for him it wasn’t raining, because it had been pouring cats and dogs all morning and had only stopped about 10 or 15 minutes earlier. His nice, smart suit would have got well wet if he’d been out and about any sooner. Like me, he’d probably waited until the worst of it had passed before risking it. Somewhere off to the west, people were still getting soaked; you could see the darkest clouds had moved on from our neck of the woods, keen to spread the joy. Still, at least the rain had sorted out the dust that had been hanging over the whole place for days, after three solid weeks of top notch sunshine. Even good old Blighty can get a decent bit weather in the summer. But the rain we’d had for the last two days of August had been overdue; we can’t cope any too well once we get past a week’s decent weather; we’re not used to it. You could hear the cheers coming from every house in every street.
Me, I had an appointment at the barbers, where Typhoon Terry was waiting to cut my hair. It needed it; I really couldn’t remember the last time it had been cut and the fringe was starting to get in the way of my eyes, it had grown that long. Terry had been cutting my hair for years, which meant he knew me and I knew him and that kept us both happy. On top of that, he even managed to charge less for his services that almost every other barber in the area.
*
I got to Terry’s 5 minutes early, which meant there was plenty of time for one of the staff to make me a nice cup of tea, to drink during the many little breaks Terry took when he was cutting your hair. Terry liked to chat. Whatever you did for a living, wherever you were going on holiday, whatever hobby you’d got, even ones you’d normally be embarrassed to own up to in public, Terry could natter to you about it all day long. It sometimes made you wonder how on earth he found the time to actually do any hair cutting.
Terry insisted his staff keep the place spotless, not like some barbers where you end up wading through knee-high piles of hair cuttings if you turn up more than an hour after they open. There were four of them at it most days and there always seemed to be plenty of takers. The décor was simple, white-washed walls, big, antique chairs and the constant whiff of hair cream, which all the older punters insisted on having applied to their freshly-cut locks.
On this occasion, Terry and I spent a few minutes weighing up the competing assets of the latest birds to show their wares on page three of The Sun, then moved on to assessing the comprehensively rubbish recent performances of the local football teams, Millwall, Charlton and Crystal Palace. But mostly, we talked about the extension his missus had decided they needed to build on the back of their house. It was so big, he said, that you’d be able to see if from space, mostly likely more clearly than you could the Great Wall of China. And why did she want it, he asked? Because their dog needed a little part of the house he could call his own, instead of being cooped up in a knackered old wicker basket in the kitchen. Apparently that upset him; the dog, that is, not Terry. Well, I say we talked, though on this occasion, Terry did most of the talking and I did most of the listening. But that didn’t matter because it left me plenty of time to drink that cup of tea.
Half an hour after arriving, I left Typhoon Terry’s with my hair looking properly smart, my ears feeling cold and the little bits of hair that had dropped down inside my collar giving me an itch I couldn’t scratch. Mission accomplished. Time for another cup of tea, I decided, this one accompanied by a bacon sandwich. Then I fancied doing a bit of shopping for a new pair of shoes.
As it was, I had only just left the cafe where I had my late breakfast and started off down Rye Lane when my well-laid plans were knocked totally off kilter. A decent sized crowd had gathered at the junction with Choumert Road. They were looking at something and, as is the way with these things, I couldn’t resist crossing the road to take a look. So