Vanished Beneath: DS Lasser six (The Lasser series Book 6) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Robin Roughley
guys.'
Lasser smiled. 'I try not to run unless absolutely necessary.'
'Remember, Med, I wanted to be in the police force once?'
Medea rubbed at her eyes. 'I also remember you wanted to be an actress, a ballet dancer and oh yeah, at one stage you wanted to be the first woman to step on the moon.'
'Hey, that could still happen.'
'Medea tells me you're a graphic designer?' Lasser asked.
'Yeah, but I'm thinking of a career change.'
'You never told me ,' Medea said with a frown.
Emma shrugged, the central heating grumbled, 'To tell you the truth I'm getting tired of living in London. Don't get me wrong, the job pays well,’ she paused, ‘but I fancy a change.'
Lasser popped a samosa into his mouth. 'What do you fancy doing?'
'I'm not sure but I'd like to move back up north.'
Medea shot up in her seat. 'You mean move back here ?'
'Well, if I can land the right job then I'd love to.'
Medea looked at Lasser and then poked out her tongue. 'See I told you this was great place to live.'
Lasser held up his hands. 'Hey, you'll get no argument from me.'
Medea grinned and gave a sharp nod.
'In fact, when I knew I was coming up here I managed to arrange a couple of interviews...'
'Oh wow, really? ' Medea was suddenly wide-awake. 'That would be wonderful, Em.'
'So, keep your fingers crossed.'
'Where are these interviews?' Lasser asked as he reached for the poppadum’s.
'One's in Preston working for the Lancashire Life Magazine.'
'Do they use graphic designers?'
Emma see-sawed a hand, 'Well, I'll be working on the layout and apparently they're looking for someone with a proven track record.'
'Which you have!' Medea beamed.
Emma smiled. 'And the other one is based in Manchester, so, if I can land either one of them, then Wigan would be ideal for a base.'
Lasser lifted his can. 'Well, here's to you, Emma, and good luck.'
'Thanks.'
Wiping his fingers on a paper napkin, Lasser rose to his feet and began gathering up the empty foil trays. 'Right, I'll just get rid of this lot and then I'm off to bed.'
Medea blinked up at him. 'But it's only half ten.'
Lasser dipped his head and brushed his lips across hers, tasting sweet wine on his tongue. 'For the next three weeks you're a lady of leisure, I on the other hand, have to be up early.'
'Is Bannister being a pig again?' Medea asked.
'No more than usual. Listen, you two have great night and maybe I’ll see you in the morning.'
Emma gave him a small wave as he headed from the room. Medea blew him a kiss.
As soon as the door closed, Medea leaned forward. 'So what do you think?' she whispered.
'Well, if you ever have a change of heart make sure you let me know then I can go after him.'
Medea smiled like the cat that got the cream. 'Hands off, bitch, he's all mine. '
Emma smiled in return.
9
Lasser made it to the station with twenty minutes to spare; Susan Coyle was just pulling onto the car park in her bright red mini so he hung around and waited for her.
'Morning, Susan,' he said as she climbed from the car.
'Good morning, sir.'
'How was your Saturday?'
'My boyfriend's got man-flu so he was laid up in bed all day while I played Florence Nightingale.'
'Well, I hope he does the same for you if you catch it.'
She blipped the alarm and smiled. 'I never get colds.'
Spenner pulled in through the gates on his moped, the engine whining like a bee trapped in a bottle. Parking up, he wandered over, pulling off his helmet and sticking it under his left arm like a severed head; Lasser could see dark circles beneath his eyes, his nose bright red.
'You should have followed Doc Shannon's advice and stayed in bed, Spenner.'
'I'll be alright, sir,' he said and then coughed loudly.
Coyle raised an eyebrow at Lasser as they made their way to the entrance; Lasser slid his card through the slot and pushed the double doors open.
Bannister was just crossing the room brew in hand. 'Morning, you lot.'
'Morning, sir,' Susan said with a smile, Spenner grimaced and
Lasser smiled. 'I try not to run unless absolutely necessary.'
'Remember, Med, I wanted to be in the police force once?'
Medea rubbed at her eyes. 'I also remember you wanted to be an actress, a ballet dancer and oh yeah, at one stage you wanted to be the first woman to step on the moon.'
'Hey, that could still happen.'
'Medea tells me you're a graphic designer?' Lasser asked.
'Yeah, but I'm thinking of a career change.'
'You never told me ,' Medea said with a frown.
Emma shrugged, the central heating grumbled, 'To tell you the truth I'm getting tired of living in London. Don't get me wrong, the job pays well,’ she paused, ‘but I fancy a change.'
Lasser popped a samosa into his mouth. 'What do you fancy doing?'
'I'm not sure but I'd like to move back up north.'
Medea shot up in her seat. 'You mean move back here ?'
'Well, if I can land the right job then I'd love to.'
Medea looked at Lasser and then poked out her tongue. 'See I told you this was great place to live.'
Lasser held up his hands. 'Hey, you'll get no argument from me.'
Medea grinned and gave a sharp nod.
'In fact, when I knew I was coming up here I managed to arrange a couple of interviews...'
'Oh wow, really? ' Medea was suddenly wide-awake. 'That would be wonderful, Em.'
'So, keep your fingers crossed.'
'Where are these interviews?' Lasser asked as he reached for the poppadum’s.
'One's in Preston working for the Lancashire Life Magazine.'
'Do they use graphic designers?'
Emma see-sawed a hand, 'Well, I'll be working on the layout and apparently they're looking for someone with a proven track record.'
'Which you have!' Medea beamed.
Emma smiled. 'And the other one is based in Manchester, so, if I can land either one of them, then Wigan would be ideal for a base.'
Lasser lifted his can. 'Well, here's to you, Emma, and good luck.'
'Thanks.'
Wiping his fingers on a paper napkin, Lasser rose to his feet and began gathering up the empty foil trays. 'Right, I'll just get rid of this lot and then I'm off to bed.'
Medea blinked up at him. 'But it's only half ten.'
Lasser dipped his head and brushed his lips across hers, tasting sweet wine on his tongue. 'For the next three weeks you're a lady of leisure, I on the other hand, have to be up early.'
'Is Bannister being a pig again?' Medea asked.
'No more than usual. Listen, you two have great night and maybe I’ll see you in the morning.'
Emma gave him a small wave as he headed from the room. Medea blew him a kiss.
As soon as the door closed, Medea leaned forward. 'So what do you think?' she whispered.
'Well, if you ever have a change of heart make sure you let me know then I can go after him.'
Medea smiled like the cat that got the cream. 'Hands off, bitch, he's all mine. '
Emma smiled in return.
9
Lasser made it to the station with twenty minutes to spare; Susan Coyle was just pulling onto the car park in her bright red mini so he hung around and waited for her.
'Morning, Susan,' he said as she climbed from the car.
'Good morning, sir.'
'How was your Saturday?'
'My boyfriend's got man-flu so he was laid up in bed all day while I played Florence Nightingale.'
'Well, I hope he does the same for you if you catch it.'
She blipped the alarm and smiled. 'I never get colds.'
Spenner pulled in through the gates on his moped, the engine whining like a bee trapped in a bottle. Parking up, he wandered over, pulling off his helmet and sticking it under his left arm like a severed head; Lasser could see dark circles beneath his eyes, his nose bright red.
'You should have followed Doc Shannon's advice and stayed in bed, Spenner.'
'I'll be alright, sir,' he said and then coughed loudly.
Coyle raised an eyebrow at Lasser as they made their way to the entrance; Lasser slid his card through the slot and pushed the double doors open.
Bannister was just crossing the room brew in hand. 'Morning, you lot.'
'Morning, sir,' Susan said with a smile, Spenner grimaced and
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