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Author: Fernando Trujillo Sanz
patiently.
"I don't remember much," James began after taking a great sigh. "Something hit me on the head and when I came round I was standing next to a fireman in the middle of a cloud of smoke. I don't know why, but nothing happened to me, simply nothing."
"That doesn't interest me. The doctors are here to bother you with that sort of question. What I want to know is what happened before the accident. Did you see how the bus came to crash against the tanker?"
"No," James answered, surprised by the question. "I was reading a magazine, when the bus braked suddenly and I slammed into the seat in front."
"Perhaps you heard something?" Aidan insisted, realizing that he'd come to the hospital for no good reason. "Any detail that could help us find out how the accident happened."
James shook his head.
"Then, that's all. Thanks for your cooperation."
"One moment," James White said, staring at Aidan strangely. "You seem familiar. Have we met before?"
"I don't think so," Aidan answered, thinking that he wouldn't have forgotten this short man dressed from head to foot in white.
"I don't think I've met you either. But there's something familiar about you," he reflected, his mood changing from bored to curious, the effort of trying to remember where he'd met Aidan changing the expression on his face. "I don't know why, but I've never had such a peculiar feeling about a stranger."
"It could be the knock on your head, Mr White," Aidan suggested, uninterested in White's vagueness.
"Curious," James murmured to himself staring at the floor. "It couldn't have been a casual meeting. I guess I'll remember later."
Aidan stopped listening and crossed the room on his way out. The door opened before he reached it and a tall man entered, stopped, and stared at him in surprise.
"Who are you?" Aidan asked.
"Stew Walton, Captain of the Fire Brigade. And you?"
"Detective Inspector Aidan Zack. You're the one who put the fire out after the accident, aren't you?" Aidan said, shaking the other man's hand. "I'd like to talk to you for a second."
They walked to a coffee machine that Aidan had seen outside the room.
"Want a coffee?"
Stew shook his head so Aidan just poured one for himself. "Have you been able to find out why the vehicles crashed?" Aidan asked. "Any unusual detail would help."
"No, nothing out of the ordinary. The tanker was loaded with fuel, which was why the fire was so big. I can't see what provoked the crash. From the few facts that we've got and from interviews with witnesses, it seems both vehicles were driving straight. We don't know why the tanker deviated."
"Any evidence of drugs?"
The captain shook his head, surprised. "No, not that I know of. But the fire would've incinerated drugs. Either way, we're still going through the ashes. Something might turn up later on. Do you think there's a connection between James White and drugs?"
"No. That's a dead end," Aidan said, sipping the coffee and nearly spitting it out. He knew now why Stew had turned his offer down.
"Then I suppose it's back to the truck driver," Stew concluded.
"I'm sure you understand why I can't answer that question. I imagine that if the Fire Chief is here it's to work out how this bloke walked clean."
"Exactly. I don't get it. Has he said anything to you?"
"About the same as he told you, I guess. He banged his head and can't remember anything."
Seeing that he was getting nowhere, Aidan bade farewell to the captain and went back to his car. He left his card and asked him to let him know when they'd finished examining the rubble from the accident.
The fat security guard was still at his post, bad tempered as before. Aidan put his coffee cup in his hand, along with a weak apology, and marched to his car. He was surprised not to hear a new insult behind his back. Before he got in, he lifted the wipers up to take a paper off the windscreen. He read it and screwed it up.
"I wouldn't chuck that if I were you," someone said as Aidan turned around.
"I don't remember much," James began after taking a great sigh. "Something hit me on the head and when I came round I was standing next to a fireman in the middle of a cloud of smoke. I don't know why, but nothing happened to me, simply nothing."
"That doesn't interest me. The doctors are here to bother you with that sort of question. What I want to know is what happened before the accident. Did you see how the bus came to crash against the tanker?"
"No," James answered, surprised by the question. "I was reading a magazine, when the bus braked suddenly and I slammed into the seat in front."
"Perhaps you heard something?" Aidan insisted, realizing that he'd come to the hospital for no good reason. "Any detail that could help us find out how the accident happened."
James shook his head.
"Then, that's all. Thanks for your cooperation."
"One moment," James White said, staring at Aidan strangely. "You seem familiar. Have we met before?"
"I don't think so," Aidan answered, thinking that he wouldn't have forgotten this short man dressed from head to foot in white.
"I don't think I've met you either. But there's something familiar about you," he reflected, his mood changing from bored to curious, the effort of trying to remember where he'd met Aidan changing the expression on his face. "I don't know why, but I've never had such a peculiar feeling about a stranger."
"It could be the knock on your head, Mr White," Aidan suggested, uninterested in White's vagueness.
"Curious," James murmured to himself staring at the floor. "It couldn't have been a casual meeting. I guess I'll remember later."
Aidan stopped listening and crossed the room on his way out. The door opened before he reached it and a tall man entered, stopped, and stared at him in surprise.
"Who are you?" Aidan asked.
"Stew Walton, Captain of the Fire Brigade. And you?"
"Detective Inspector Aidan Zack. You're the one who put the fire out after the accident, aren't you?" Aidan said, shaking the other man's hand. "I'd like to talk to you for a second."
They walked to a coffee machine that Aidan had seen outside the room.
"Want a coffee?"
Stew shook his head so Aidan just poured one for himself. "Have you been able to find out why the vehicles crashed?" Aidan asked. "Any unusual detail would help."
"No, nothing out of the ordinary. The tanker was loaded with fuel, which was why the fire was so big. I can't see what provoked the crash. From the few facts that we've got and from interviews with witnesses, it seems both vehicles were driving straight. We don't know why the tanker deviated."
"Any evidence of drugs?"
The captain shook his head, surprised. "No, not that I know of. But the fire would've incinerated drugs. Either way, we're still going through the ashes. Something might turn up later on. Do you think there's a connection between James White and drugs?"
"No. That's a dead end," Aidan said, sipping the coffee and nearly spitting it out. He knew now why Stew had turned his offer down.
"Then I suppose it's back to the truck driver," Stew concluded.
"I'm sure you understand why I can't answer that question. I imagine that if the Fire Chief is here it's to work out how this bloke walked clean."
"Exactly. I don't get it. Has he said anything to you?"
"About the same as he told you, I guess. He banged his head and can't remember anything."
Seeing that he was getting nowhere, Aidan bade farewell to the captain and went back to his car. He left his card and asked him to let him know when they'd finished examining the rubble from the accident.
The fat security guard was still at his post, bad tempered as before. Aidan put his coffee cup in his hand, along with a weak apology, and marched to his car. He was surprised not to hear a new insult behind his back. Before he got in, he lifted the wipers up to take a paper off the windscreen. He read it and screwed it up.
"I wouldn't chuck that if I were you," someone said as Aidan turned around.
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