Legacy. Jeff Edwards

and Sam sat opposite each other over lunch in the local mall and compared notes.

      Bree sipped her drink: ‘Well that was a morning well spent. Even if it did end up disastrously.’

      ‘We know something happened. We don’t know what, but it did happen at the time when the Briscoe Corporation and Toby Brown were about to face off against each other in court.’

      ‘And it was something big. Soon after Briscoe lost the case it settled a large amount of money on Toby Brown. Groom, a successful manager, was ousted from his position of managing director, and Potter was put in his place. Potter, a man who had no real experience in managing anything.’

      ‘So who gained out of all that happened?’

      ‘Brown, with his case and compensation, and Potter, with his rise to power.’

      ‘Could there be a link between the two?’

      ‘It’s certainly well worth a closer look.’

      As they were making their way back to the car, Sam took Bree’s arm and led her into a nearby travel agency.

      A young booking clerk was busy at a computer when they took the vacant seats before her. Sam introduced himself and said: ‘I want to go to Butare in Rwanda. How do I get there, and how soon can I leave?’

      The girl’s mouth fell open: ‘What? Where?’

      Slowly, Sam repeated himself: ‘I want to go to Butare in Rwanda.’

      ‘Just one moment,’ she said, as she typed quickly at her computer. ‘It does exist,’ she said.

      ‘Well that’s a relief,’ said Bree. ‘How do we get there?’

      The girl clicked away at her keyboard. ‘Bugger,’ she said and deleted what she had already done and started again. She sat back from the keyboard and studied the screen, made a few adjustments and finally turned the screen towards them.

      ‘There’s a twice-weekly direct flight to Nairobi in Kenya, or a daily flight to Johannesburg in South Africa, with connecting flights back up to Nairobi. From Nairobi there are flights to Kigali, but you can’t book as they aren’t scheduled on a long term basis. You have to turn up in Nairobi and hope there will be one in the next couple of days. From Kigali there are buses to Butare, if you want to go with the locals, or you could hire a car, definitely a four-wheel drive, and drive yourself to Butare. As to how long it would take you to get there, it depends on how much you are prepared to spend. You can cut out a lot of the time by chartering your own aircraft from Nairobi to Kigali, or you may be able to fly direct to Butare, assuming they have a landing strip, which they probably do. Then you’d have to hire a car in Butare to take you where you want to go. Do you want me to do a costing for you?’

      ‘Not at present. We may yet be able to solve the problem with a stamp and envelope,’ said Bree.

      Disappointed, the girl watched them leave. After all the efforts she had just put in, they hadn’t even taken a brochure.

      Returning to their shop, Bree and Sam brought John Thorpe up to date on their latest findings and suspicions.

      ‘So you believe this Hannah Post may have some vital information regarding the videos,’ he said.

      ‘Something went on in that office. Something that affected Hannah Post badly. It doesn’t appear to be anything of a sexual nature because Potter didn’t even know she had left. Then things suddenly happened that normally wouldn’t have if events had been allowed to run their natural course. It could be the videos, or else something just as powerful, but there was interference there somewhere.’

      ‘I tend to agree with you. I don’t have trouble with coincidences in small matters, but in important things, I like to know the real cause. I can get one of our agents on the ground in Africa to go to Butare if you wish.’

      ‘We’d prefer to keep this as close to our chest as possible. I’d like it if we could interview Post ourselves. After all, it’ll be her reactions that we’ll be relying on, and we know more background information than we could possibly pass on to another agent. We think we know what buttons to push, to get her to react.’

      ‘Yes. You’re right. It’ll be better if you talk to her yourselves. Let me know what happens as soon as you find out.’

      ‘We’ll make sure we have a satellite phone with us, and let you know straight away.’

      Before they could make any further plans to travel to Rwanda, Bree received a phone call from Toby Brown to let them know the logo was complete and that he was arranging for it to be delivered the next day.

      Bree was all for putting him off until they returned, but Sam wanted to question Brown to see if there was any link between him and Potter.

      ‘Hannah Post isn’t going anywhere at present. Besides, it will take us a couple of days to put together a suitable itinerary for Rwanda. I’d like to get in and out of there as soon as possible, and that’ll take some prior planning.’

      ‘Ok. You talk to Brown and I’ll get to work spending the government’s money.’

      Chapter Nine

      With the morning sun shining in her eyes, Suzie Ryan rolled over and reached out to find the bed beside her was empty. Yawning, she sat up and stretched, her naked breasts glowing in the early morning light.

      Throwing on a silk dressing gown, but not bothering to tie it, she walked from behind the screen.

      Toby was at his work bench, wearing just the bottom of his pyjamas as he applied a last coat of wax to the large oak piece depicting the tree, child and pet.

      Suzie moved behind him, kissing the back of his neck, before running her hands over the hard muscles of his back and then over his flat stomach while her bare breasts pressed into his back.

      ‘How can I get any work done around here with you doing that to me?’

      ‘You don’t need to work. I work hard enough for the both of us. I’ll keep you,’ she whispered as she sucked on his earlobe.

      He laughed. Suzie had never asked, and he had never told her, just how much he was really worth. It would be worth seeing the expression on her face when she finally found out.

      The logo finished, Toby let her have her way as she drove him wild with her mouth and hands. Reaching behind, he ran his hands over her sides, down her legs, lifting her on to his back. He piggy-backed her back behind the screen and threw her on to the bed. Laughing, Suzie watched as he untied the knot of his pyjamas and let them fall about his ankles. She opened her arms to him as he fell into her.

      Mrs Green unlocked the front door of the gallery and entered. She walked through the gallery, checking that nothing was amiss, and placed her large handbag on the desk along with the mail she had collected from Toby’s post box.

      She knocked at the door between the gallery and Toby’s workroom. Toby hadn’t come home last night so he was probably in there with Suzie. She smiled at the thought.

      ‘We’re decent,’ called Suzie.

      Mrs Green entered and found Suzie making tea for two, while reaching for a third cup for Mrs Green. Suzie’s silk robe was wrapped tightly around her, showing all the luscious curves of her extraordinary body. Toby was such a lucky boy these days.

      Toby seemed to appreciate how much his life had changed for the better. His smile was as animated and natural as it could possibly be.