Today was the day before ANZAC Day. There was a buzz going around the school that Cathy Rigsby was missing. Nobody had seen her since Saturday at the surf club at Rainbow. This gave Tom a bit of a start as he had been with her on Saturday night when she was drunk and tried to get him drunk. He wondered if something happened to her after she left him.
He was even more shocked when a note was delivered to his classroom telling him to report to the principal’s office. When he got to the office his mother was there talking to a policeman and a somebody in a suit.
“What’s going on, mum?”
Before his mother could say anything the man in the suit said, “I am Detective Sergeant Wilberforce from the Gympie Police. This is Constable Easterway. We want to ask you some questions about Catherine Rigsby. Your mother is here because you are a minor. Come on in the principal has kindly given us the use of his office.”
“It is ok we don’t need mum.” Tom said.
“I am afraid it is protocol, son.” Said the detective. The detective sat in the principal’s chair and Tom and his mother sat in the chairs in front of the desk. The uniformed constable stood at the door, which was closed. “Your are Thomas H. Adams, is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now we are here trying to find out what happen on Saturday night at the surf club at Rainbow Beach. Did you see Catherine Rigsby there?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell us in your words what happened.”
“I was involved in the rescue of Ron Irvine during the day. At the disco Cathy came over to congratulate me and asked me to show her where the rescue took place. We went down to the beach and were sitting at the foot of the sand hills when I was sick. Cathy left me and I went to sleep in the sand.”
“What time was this?”
“8:15.”
“Is that a guess or do you know for sure?”
“I don’t wear a watch but I do know for sure it was 8:15.”
“How can you be certain?”
Tom faltered for the first time. He looked to his mother for support. She knew very well how he would know it was 8:15 exactly but neither of them could tell the police that. “I don’t know.” He said.
“Had you been drinking?”
“No, but I am not sure. I think Cathy was spiking my Fanta with vodka. I think that is why I was sick. I am not used to drink.”
“Was Miss Rigsby drinking?”
“I never actually saw her drink anything by she smelled like a brewery. So I guess she was.”
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2015 Revisited
General FictionThis is the third book in the series "A Timeless Adventure". Tom is desperately trying to fit into two worlds. He is sick of being a book worm so he becomes a surf lifesaver. He even grows his hair long. So ante establishment. Then he has trouble w...
