An Enigmatic Disappearance - Hardcover

Jeffries, Roderic

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0312265832 ISBN 13: 9780312265830

Verlag: Minotaur Books, 2000

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Inspector Alvarez likes the quiet life, away from the disapproving gaze of his boss, Superior Chief Salas, and the antics of Mallorca's expatriate community. So he is not inclined to become too concerned when Bevis Ogden, a wealthy British man, reports the disappearance of his attractive young wife, Sabrina. No doubt she has found a younger, possibly wealthier, alternative and left for greener pastures.
However, the discovery of a body at the bottom of a gorge changes his attitude dramatically. The husband is distraught, but is this just an act? Rumors abound over Sabrina's lifestyle - from the lovers to the overindulgent spending. But their expat pack is rife with unsavory characters: the young gigolo who, dependent on a wealthy older woman, may have had an illicit affair with Sabrina and the cynical, bitter friend whose advances she may have rejected. The investigation becomes even more complicated when the specter of an insurance fraud is raised.

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An Enigmatic Disappearance

By Roderic Jeffries

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 1998 Roderic Jeffries
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-312-26583-0

CHAPTER 1

January was a month of many moods. An icy wind from the north accompanied the New Year. On the seventh, the wind was from the south and it was warm and laden with a very fine sand that dusted everything; on the seventeenth, there was snow on the mountains down to the two-hundred-metre level; on the thirty-first, the sky was cloudless, the temperature was over twenty, and those birds which had escaped being illegally shot were singing as if spring had arrived.

Cora returned to the pool patio. 'That was Ada on the phone.' She sat. In appearance as well as character, she provided a sharp contrast to her husband. She possessed the undefined features of someone easily forgotten and if challenged, even on a matter of no importance, became diffident.

'What did the barmaid want?' Keane asked.

'I do wish you wouldn't call her that,' Cora said plaintively. 'She's not really so awful.'

'That depends on the degree of one's magnanimity.'

'But look how she gave the animal refuge enough money for the new kennels they so needed to be built. She does a lot of good on the quiet.'

'So quietly that we invariably all hear about it.'

'That's being uncharitable.'

'Realistic. And if she funded another dozen kennels, she'd still remain a barmaid by design as well as habit.'

For once, she ventured a shaft of humorous criticism. 'I thought men favoured barmaids?'

'Only when young. Cheap goods wear out quickly.'

'I ... I do wish you wouldn't say things like that – it makes people think.'

'I doubt a host of angels could work that miracle ... You've still not told me what Ada wanted.'

'She's invited us to a party on Wednesday week.'

'So you remembered a prior invitation?'

'Well, no ... I mean ...'

'You're not telling me you accepted?'

'But you always say how nice it is to drink real champagne and not cava and to eat a canapé that's more smoked salmon than bread.'

'Insufficient compensation in her case.'

'Marjory was talking about her yesterday and said she is rough, but she doesn't try to hide behind a screen of social lies.'

'She must have heard someone say that – she could never think it up on her own.'

'Marjory's not really as stupid as you think.'

'Perhaps she couldn't be.'

There was a brief silence, broken by Cora. 'You will go to Ada's, won't you?'

'You've left me with little option other than a grumbling appendix.'

'I'm sure you'll really enjoy it.'

'My dear, you have a remarkable capacity for self-deception.'

There was a streak of stubbornness in her which sometimes surfaced – often when it would have been more politic to keep it hidden. 'Maybe she can be a bit of a mouthful, but at least she's not like so many people and doesn't try to make out she's what she isn't.'

'You are no doubt referring very indirectly to Rino?'

'She's never tried to call him her nephew, has she, or make out they're just good friends?'

'That merely proves that in order to lead a civilized life, one must be a hypocrite.' He stood. 'Another drink?'

'No, thanks.'

He went indoors. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun, and thought about their daughter in England. Pam's last letter had seemed to hint that something was wrong. Undergraduate life could lead to such awful trouble ...

Keane returned to the patio, glass in hand. As he sat, he said: 'You look like Atlas on a rough day.'

'How d'you mean?'

'The world on your shoulders is weighing even more than usual.'

'Oh! ... I was thinking about Pam.'

'What disaster are you allotting her today?'

'Her letter is worrying.'

'I told you, there's nothing in it to ring any alarm bells.'

'I do hope you're right.'

'I make a habit of being so.' He drank. 'According to the BBC news, England's all but disappearing under the rain. The news certainly increases the pleasure of the sun here.'

It occurred to her that he often seemed to gain pleasure from other's misfortunes – she hastily dismissed the thought and chided herself for disloyalty.

He looked at his watch. 'We must be off in ten minutes.'

'Off where?'

'We're due at Winnie and Vernon's at half past.'

'What are you talking about?'

'Lunch.'

'You're saying we've been invited there?'

'It would be a grave social solecism to arrive at lunchtime without an invitation. Not, of course, that Vernon would appreciate the fact.'

'You never told me.'

'Of course I did. It's your wandering memory at fault again.'

She didn't argue, even though certain he had never mentioned the invitation. She tried to work out how best to deal with the meal that was cooking.

* * *

The Picketts lived in an urbanizacíon which stretched partway up a hill that was almost a mountain. Because of the steepness of the land on which their house was built, it had four floors, from each of which there was a dramatic view across to the bay. It suffered one disadvantage. In heavy rainstorms, which occurred more frequently than tourist information suggested, a waterfall poured across the road, down the steep, curving drive, and into the house from which its only escape was through the sitting-room and out across the patio.

Winnie cut into her steak. 'It's quite tender!' There was a note of surprise in her voice. 'Maybe for once I needn't apologize. D'you know, the other day I asked one of the butchers why they didn't hang the meat longer and he couldn't understand what I was talking about. I'm sure they sell the meat in the shops as soon as the animal's dead.'

'At least,' Keane said, 'we must give them credit for waiting that long. Other primitive tribes slice a chunk off a living animal so that in a few weeks' time they'll be able to do the same thing again.'

'You really do say the most disgusting things! I can't think how Cora puts up with you.'

'By being very conscious of the privilege of doing so.' He spoke across the table to Cora. 'Is that so, my sweet?'

She smiled uncertainly.

Winnie said: 'We had lunch at the Ogdens' the other day and Sabrina must have gone to a lot of trouble to make the steak-and-kidney pie, but the meat really was just like leather.'

'Cooking's never been Sabrina's speciality,' Pickett said.

'Could we for once keep the conversation clean?'

He ignored his wife. 'I suppose you two have heard the latest whispers about Sabrina?'

'And people say it's women who gossip!'

He tapped the side of his nose. 'There's more than one fortune been made on the back of gossip ... They say she's become very friendly with someone. I'll give you ten to one you can't guess who that someone is.'

'With so many runners, I'd want much better odds,' Keane said.

Pickett reached across the table to pick up the bottle of wine, refilled his glass. 'Rino.'

'Well, well!' Keane teased a crumb of bread on his sideplate. 'Usually a barmaid gives short change, not suffers it.'

CHAPTER 2

Sabrina drew into the catered parking bay, switched off the engine, opened the driving door of the BMW and stepped out into the fierce July sun. She turned back to pick up her handbag and a plastic shopping bag and to shut and lock the doors, made her way between the rows of cars to the clinic. The nearer she approached the large building, the more mentally cold she felt. She hated hospitals. When she'd been small, she had had to spend weeks in one and...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Minotaur Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2000
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0312265832
• ISBN 13: 9780312265830
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 176
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