Over the next two days, I had investigated the bakery completely , and had even followed the delivery man on three of his trips, but found no reason to believe anyone was involved in foul play.
Mr Mennington kept reminding me that it was only three days from now that someone would be found dead , unless he produced the money , and he wasn't going to do that since he didn't have that kind of money, or at least that is what he claimed.
He said that the caller's voice was muffled , and very unclear ... its only a matter of time before I see you in prison, I said to myself. No one messes around with Agent Murphy.
I took the day to think about everything about the case. There was something at the back of my head which kept reminding me of something related to the calendar I had seen at Mr Mennington's place.... what was it about that calendar ? It must have been -
Trrrrrrrinnggg.... Trrrriingggg.....
"Hello. Agent Murphy speaking . "
"Agent ! This is Mennington. I got the call again. He says he wants seventy thousand pounds by Friday! "
"When he calls again, tell him you have it and you are ready to meet him. I'll take it from there. "
" But ... "
" Do as I say Mr. Menn-"
" But what if - "
" No more questions, just do as I've- "
" I can't risk- "
" Who's on this case Mr Mennington ? "
" Sir, you are of course but - "
" Then tell him you're giving the cash on friday, midnight 12:30 sharp "
" Okay...... but -
"
*click*
What did he think of himself, telling a private eye detective, well experienced in his field , what to do and what not to do. There are limits to self security ...
I tried to remember what I was thinking of before the phone rang but I just couldn't get it. I continued going through files I had collected about information of the employees at the bakery . Hmm.... 21 records of biodata didn't seem like information enough for a motive. I came across a Ted Mennington , nephew of the owner himself, working in the bakery.... hmmm..... probably I could use him to do some spying on my behalf......
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I had a fitful sleep that night. I was surrounded by dancing cakes and one of them was marked 'poisoned' but I couldn't focus on it . I was trying to reach out to it but it just kept slipping away.......
When I woke up, it was only 3 a.m. I could swear I saw cakes on the ceiling. I dozed off again.
I woke up again at 4:15. I just lay awake staring at the wall , when it suddenly struck me !
