Edna set her drink down too. "Like I said, I think we can use the information in your uncles letters to solve his murder and clear Charleys name. You dont realize how much that means to me. And you could recover the jewels. Ive read all these letters dozens of times and I think I can retrace his route pretty closely. I recognize a lot of the names and places and . "
"And you want me to go?" Doug interrupted. "How come? I mean thats nice of you, but why dont you go?" That sounded rude, he thought, so he added, "I mean if you know the places and all, it could be like a vacation, you could clear your friends name, an adventure, like old times."
"Old times are just that, Douglas. Old. I have no trouble getting around here in Toronto or in London, but Id have to go to Singapore and places a lot less developed. Dont get me wrong, Id love to see them again, but Im afraid Im really a bit too old this time. Besides, Ive seen it allwouldnt you like a chance to see it yourself?"
Shes reading my mind, he thought. And where is Singapore, anyway?
"I figure that you could visit all the places in a couple of months and the costs wouldnt be as great as you think. Besides, Id be paying for it all. And you do have some time now that youre out of work."
Doug looked up.
"Oh dont look at me like that Doug, you told me yourself not thirty minutes ago. And its nothing to be ashamed of. Not going on this paid vacation, now that would be a shame."
He picked up his glass again and took another large sip. "It sure sounds inviting, but Ive never been anywhere. Hell, I got lost coming here. How would I ever get around overseas?"
"Ive got that all worked out," she said. "I know people who would check up on you, names of hotels, places to visit. Its not like traveling in the Fifties, you know. Its all five-star hotels and McDonalds nownot that youll be spending time at eitherbut it is so much simpler than youd imagine."
"Oh," Doug said, surprised at how disappointed he felt. "So I guess theres no adventure in it, just picking up some information and stuff?"
She smiled as she took a last sip of wine. "Therell be adventure, Douglas. I guarantee that."
From Relative Danger by Charles Benoit (Chapters 1 & 2, pages 1-16). Copyright Charles Benoit 2004. All rights reserved. No part of this book maybe reproduced without written permission from the publisher, Poisoned Pen Press.
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