Sage Swore.
Day 5 this morning and I'm tired, full of a stinking cold and feel more like flopping on my sofa than writing even a single word. But it's November and the words demand that I sit and type, in between blowing my nose and coughing or sneezing. I think my head might explode….
Word count so far is 11071, aiming for 13k today. Excerpt from yesterday is below, click the "Read the rest.." link to see…
Waiting at a set of traffic lights, Sage pulled her phone from her pocket and set it on her knee while she pulled a hands free earpiece from the pocket in her door. She fitted it into her ear and connected the phone and tapped in a short sequence. The phone connected and was answered within a few rings.
"Who's that?" Sage asked and listened for an answer.
"Right, Fisher, I need some information. Can you locate the garage where the dark green Mini belonging to Diana Augustine is being repaired? It'll be local to her home address, probably an approved dealer. I don't know the full reg, I think it's fairly new, within five years old." She frowned, pulling away as the lights turned green. The road was getting busier and Sage pulled into a supermarket car park to wait for her information rather than driving further than she had to. Her stomach growled. Once she had the address of the most likely garage, where Diana had had repairs done more than once before, Sage drove out of the car park and back the way she'd come, diverting at a drive through to grab some breakfast which she devoured along the way.
Sage pulled into the small four space car park at the back of the garage and slid the Renault into the only free space. She opened the boot and reached inside, fetching a metal case that she took to rest on the bonnet which was closest to the back door of the garage where Diana's dark green Mini was being repaired. Sage spent a moment examining the lock on the garage door before opening the case and popping a slim tool from the padded interior with which she probed the lock and the garage was open in seconds. Smiling to herself she slipped inside, taking the case with her as she lowered herself to the ground and slid her head and shoulders under Diana's car, wincing slightly at aches she discovered. A few moments later she rolled back out, closed the garage door and relocked it, put the slim tool back in its slot, closed the case, slung it onto the passenger seat of her own car and eased out of the parking space.
Her way was blocked by a police car.
Sage swore.
