Detective Sergeant Wilberforce was sitting in the locked room dozing in the only chair. There was a guard on the door on the outside. Just as the sun started to rise, he was startled as a naked Tom suddenly materialised on his lap.
“Holy, Mother of God.” Wilberforce said crossing himself. “Is it true? Have you been to some other time?”
“Yes, sir. I have been to 1959. Had a lovely day with Constable Flinders. Do you know him by any chance?”
“You don’t mean Inspector Flinders do you?”
“I don’t know. The bloke I spent the day with was a constable in 1959.”
“Get dressed I will get you some breakfast and I will track down Inspector Flinders and see if he remembers you.”
Wilberforce went to his office and called Inspector Flinders at his home. Flinders was now the Officer in Charge at Gympie Police Station. So it was with some trepidation that he called. “Sir I am calling about Thomas Adams.”
“That is the kid you have arrested for the Rigsby murder isn’t it? What is so important that you have to call me at home? Surely this can wait till after the ANZAC march and I get to the office.”
“Sir he claims he spent the day with you on the 24th of April 1959. He says you spilt your milkshake when you found him in Room 2 naked.”
“What on earth are you on about, Wilberforce? Oh, hang on, did he a mention a kidnapper?”
“No sir. Do you want me to ask him about something?”
"No. I will be there in half an hour. Look after him till I get there.”
When Inspector Flinders arrived at the station he went straight to Room 2. There was Thomas looking much the same as he had 13 years ago. “Thomas it is you. I didn’t believe you back in 59. But I am starting to believe you now.”
“Thank-you sir. Can you help with this murder thing?”
“Well, I don’t know. Can you tell me the story?”
“Not much to tell really. She and I were having a pash on the beach when she slipped some vodka into my soft drink. It made me sick and when I threw up she stormed off in a hissy fit. I was too sick to care and ended up going to sleep. I woke up in 2015. That is how I know I went to sleep at 8:15. I couldn’t tell the pash part while mum was here and I couldn’t tell the time travel part to the detective because he would have me committed.”
“That is understandable. But we really don’t have any thing else to go on. You can’t prove that you went to 2015 so your whereabouts all Saturday night are unaccounted for.”
“But she is only missing, why have I been charged with murder?”
“Her body was found at Inskip yesterday.”
“Oh. So they figure I walked all the way to Inskip with her then what? Slit her throat? Then walked all the way back to the club house in time to go for a beach run and surf swim?”
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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...
