by Brian Cain
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Joan Williams was meeting with Beaker and Steve Ciggins in the board room of the BHA, she was not happy. 'Beaker what an earth is going on with Blake, he won't meet with anyone, will not take calls, I have everyone from the Ford motor company to Avon lining up for information on how to sponsor this years Grand National.'
'Well they do have that missing persons thing to deal with now stated as being a murder. The police hit Taunton and made some arrests. Blake's operation was targeted in the poisoning attempts, not surprising he's gone to ground.'
'We need to sort this Grand National thing out, tomorrow we will drive to his operation and I'm sure he will see us, he's a very polite man.'
Ciggins fired up. 'Joan careful, may be seen as collaboration for a controlling body.'
'Controlling body you have that right, I have Scotland Yard onto me this morning the police at Aintree want all the information they can get on the movements of Taunton Barr. Damn things just about causing a riot wherever it goes.'
'Joan we have people watching.'
'Yes, who, at least we know Blake.'
Ciggins lent forward and gestured with his hands on the table. 'We have some whom are not happy with all this at all.'
'Yes, I'm one of them. Lindy Cumberland was on radio by reports saying the BHA needed sorting out. She indicated Taunton Barr would be running at Aintree next week.'
Beaker attempted to restrain concern. 'All scripted by Blake no doubt, he seldom talks to people on their own ground so I suggest we do make the trek to Flax Burton if you feel that strongly about it.'
Ciggins interrupted. 'What if he's not there.'
'Risk we have to take, should he learn we are there I suggest he would make himself available wherever he may be, none of them have used the road for some days now, they use a helicopter.'
Williams was unimpressed. 'Oh lardy bloody dah. We drive up early in the morning.'
Ciggins sat back from the table. 'I have some pretty important meetings tomorrow.'
Williams levelled some paperwork she had in her hands by dropping the lower edge on the table as she got up. 'Yes, one is at Flax Burton, be in the car park here at six sharp, will have a hire car take us.'
Beaker spoke. 'I could contact Blake he may fly us up.'
'No, looks worse than Steven suggested and I want full control on being able to work from the back of the vehicle.' She walked out, Beaker followed her.
Ciggins was left looking at the wall. 'Shit.'