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Driven to the Edge, Chapter Two

Driven to the Edge: Chapter Two

By Coral Bale, known on the Forum as Reefgirl

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“Mr Michael Munroe to see you” she said and closed the door.

“How do you do, I’m Daniel Tempest, and my associate Amy Richmond,” Daniel said. We all shook hands and sat down.

“I take it you’ve read about my brother James’ death at Monza last week.” We nodded. “It was no accident, he was murdered.”****Daniel and I looked at each other.

“What makes you think it was murder rather than an accident?” I asked.

“I know my brother, he enjoyed the thrill of motor racing but he was careful, he wouldn’t have deliberately driven so close to another car to try and force them off the racing line. Besides, he called me from Italy, the day before he died and said he’d found something out, something big, and he needed to talk to me and check something out, but he never got the chance to tell me what it was. Whatever it was, it cost him his life,” Michael explained.

“Do you think the other deaths in motor racing have been suspicious?” I asked, Michael thought about this.

“I didn’t think so at first, I know James was really upset when Guy Wilson-Wright died at the Altoona Speedway in America early last year, he was sure it wasn’t an accident and I know he was asking questions about it, but now, yes I think there may be something suspicious going on,” Michael said.

“I’ve been reading about these accidents and I’ve also been thinking something’s not right; I think there may be something worth investigating – what do you say Amy?” Daniel asked. I nodded.

“I agree, I’m willing to help investigate your brother’s death.”

“Ok, that’s agreed, Daniel replied, “we’ll take on your case. I’ll have Janet draw up the paperwork and send it to you by last post today.” He stood up and shook Michael Monroe’s hand.

After Michael left, Daniel and I decided what action to take first.

“Well, I wanted a break from divorce cases, but I hope we haven’t taken on more than we can cope with,” Daniel commented.

“Did you mean it when you told Michael that you thought something wasn’t right about these deaths?” I asked.

“Yes I did. I’ve been to the Indy 500 a couple of times and to Altoona, and yes there have been accidents but nothing like James Munroe’s and Guy Wilson-Wright’s, big fireballs that were difficult to put out. I thought at the time how difficult it would have been to identify the drivers in the cars, the fires burned so hot, especially Guy’s – there couldn’t have been much left. What about you? Is your sixth sense tingling?” he said. Daniel took my readings and feelings seriously, they’d saved our lives on occasions and given us the answers we need in others.

“I was reading about James Munroe before Michael phoned us and there’s something I can’t put my finger on about the deaths,” I patted my stomach, “in here,” I said. Daniel smiled.

“I know exactly what you mean, so how do we go about this? I don’t fancy going undercover as a racing driver,” he said.

“Nell’s been taking photographs of motor racing lately, and she’s been selling them to newspapers and racing teams, I’ll see what she’s got to say.” 

“What about your set, do any of them move in those circles?” Daniel asked.

“Not that I know of, Jasmine Butler-Monkton had a crush on an Italian racing driver called Pietro Fallini. I don’t know if anything came of it, it will be easy enough to find out.” 

“OK, you ask your friends what they know, I’ll look into the other deaths, ask my friends at the papers.” 

“Do you want me to ask the cards?” I asked.

“It can’t hurt, it may give us an idea what’s behind it.” 

I took a deck out of my desk draw, shuffled and dealt out five cards: The Chariot, the Knight of Wands, The Moon, 3 of Cups and 7 of Wands. Daniel looked over my shoulder.

“Uh-oh, I’ve seen those cards before” he said as he pointed at The Moon and 7 of Swords, ”deceit, lies, manipulation and not taking things at face value, right?” he declared. I nodded.

“Yes, things are not what they seem in this case. Michael could very well be right, James may have been murdered because he knew something. The Chariot is saying that the motor racing fraternity is at the heart of what’s going on, the Knight of Wands is a young man who is confident, takes risks and is adventurous, as well as competitive, reckless and temperamental.” Daniel sighed.

“Sounds like your average racing driver to me!” 

“The 3 of Cups usually signifies a close group of friends, but I think in this case it may be a team, even a family,” I replied. I wasn’t satisfied with what the cards were saying so I drew another card, that would give me more insight into the case: it was Judgement.

“Well whoever is at the heart of this will have to stand in front of his peers and answer some serious questions about his actions,” I said. I looked at the card closely; the picture of the bodies rising from their coffins made me shudder. Daniel noticed me shiver.

“You OK?” he asked, I nodded.

“I think the dead are going to play a big part in this case, and the murderer will have to answer for his crimes.”

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