Join | Login

Authors 
Books 
Stories 
Articles 
Poetry 
News 
Events 

  Home > Mystery/Suspense > Stories > A Cry For Help
Popular
Mystery/Suspense Stories
1. The Underside of Ice
2. The Dream of Foggy Creek
3. Soldier's Gap, Chapter Three
4. Mengele's Double, Chapter 9
5. Fisher of Men, Chapter Nine
6. Fred's Friends
7. Honest Thief, Tender Murderer, Chapter Nin
8. DARKNESS THREE
9. The Mystery Blog, The end.
10. Curse of Nilofer
11. Mengele's Double, Chapter Eight
12. The Sticky
13. Honest Thief, Tender Murderer, Chapter Eig
14. Darkness Three
15. The Ghosts of Yesterday
16. Hitch Bitch


Featured Book
The Tangled Skein (Alistair Kinnon)
by Hugh McCracken

The loose ends of murder take crusading cop Martin Nicols thousands of miles from his home beat … and into a steaming hotbed of child vice, inhuman torture and death.  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members


Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry


Recent stories by
Janice B. Scott


God's Son Makes A Choice

Jasmine's Christmas Present

A Christmas Mystery

The Elephant

A No-No

The Smallest Angel

Halloween Experience

Alarm!

         more...

A Cry For Help!
By Janice B. Scott   


Share     Print    Save    Author Tracker

As the car sped off, I saw a woman in the back seat mouth “Help!” at me...

 

A Cry For Help


 

It happened last night. I was on the way to the train station to pick up Florence. Her train was due in at eleven o'clock and she'd been travelling for twelve hours, three of those hours spent waiting at Liverpool Street since she could only afford the cheapest ticket. That's daughters for you.

I was waiting at the traffic lights to turn right into the station when this car drew up alongside. I happened to glance to my left just as the traffic lights in the middle lane changed to green. As the car sped off, I saw a woman in the back seat mouth “Help!” at me.

For a moment I was too stunned to move—and I was stuck in the right hand lane. I had no option but to drive into the station, but as soon as I realised Florence hadn't arrived yet, I shot out of the other side of the station in hot pursuit of that car.

It wasn't long before I caught sight of the Daimler two or three cars ahead of me. Difficult to miss a Daimler, even for me who knows nothing about cars. Besides, there wasn't much traffic at that time of night. I tailed the Daimler through the back streets of Norwich, weaving in and out of parked cars, sliding down side roads, nipping through narrow alleys, even trundling down a cobbled road at one point. I thought we were going on for ever, but at last the Daimler parked outside a three-storey, Victorian villa in a road of three-storey Victorian villas.

I wasn't so stupid as to approach. Hah! You thought I was going to charge in and confront them, didn't you? Not a bit of it, I'm not daft. I held back, but watched as the man—six foot four and big with it—hustled the woman—petite and blond under the sodium lighting—up the steps and in through the front door. He had his arm around her shoulders, clutching her so tight she had no possibility of escape.

I made careful note of the name of the road and the number of the house, then rang the police. Some dolt of a police constable seemed to have difficulty understanding me.

“Is that two Ts or one?”

Whoever heard of Scott—the surname—spelt with one T? Then the spelling of my address was interminable. It's not easy spelling Crescent in phonetic police-speak when you only know Tango, Echo, Romeo, and Juliet.

At last I was able to make my way back to the train station. At least, I attempted to make my way back to the station, but having never darkened this area of Norwich before, got hopelessly lost. Needless to say, I had no map with me, nor any GPS system. It took me ages, twisting and turning, looping and circling, until I managed to get back.

Florence was less than impressed. She looked like thunder. She turned her face away as I reached to kiss her, and she slung her multiple bags onto the back seat without a word. When I explained what had happened, she shrugged and rolled her eyes as though I was a complete idiot.

Huh! I thought. I just might have saved somebody's life, so what's a few minutes wait compared with that? OK, three quarters of an hour, then.

The police turned up next morning. They showed me a photo of a petite blond lady and asked if I knew her.

I studied it carefully and handed it back. “No. I've never seen her before last night.”

“That's odd, Madam, because she knows you.”

“What?”

“Apparently you met at a dinner dance three weeks ago.”

Oh Lordy! That was when it all came flooding back. A slightly drunken event, the round table where we all had such a riotous time, that lovely couple who were so full of fun.

But I wasn't giving up yet. “Why did she ask for help, then?”

He smiled. It was a pitying, mocking smile. “You don't lip read well, do you? What she actually said was not Help but Hello.”

Florence was less than impressed. She shrugged and rolled her eyes.


 



Click here to post or read comments.


Recent Short Stories by this author.     All Short Stories by this author
  • God's Son Makes A Choice (Thursday, March 26, 2015)
  • Jasmine's Christmas Present (Sunday, December 09, 2012)
  • A Christmas Mystery (Friday, November 30, 2012)
  • The Elephant (Saturday, April 28, 2012)
  • A No-No (Saturday, January 21, 2012)
  • The Smallest Angel (Tuesday, December 06, 2011)
  • Halloween Experience (Saturday, October 29, 2011)
  • Alarm! (Monday, September 05, 2011)



  • Beyond Religion Volume II (eBook) by Stan Law (aka Stanislaw Kapuscinski)

    The collection is subtitled: An Inquiry into the Nature of Being...  
    Featured BookAds by Silver
    Gold and Platinum Members


    Vigilante by Claude Bouchard

    Book #1 of the Vigilante series..  
    Featured BookAds by Silver
    Gold and Platinum Members


    Timber Wolves Flood Rescue, Book One, Wolves of Whitewater Falls™ seri by Lisa Loucks Christenson

    While spending time in the wilderness of Whitewater Falls, Minnesota, documentarian Annie Nolda discovers that a wolf pack is curiously watching her—and that the wolves are not the..  
    Featured BookAds by Silver
    Gold and Platinum Members


    Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

    Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
    Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us


    Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
    © AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.