Chapter 8
Craig finally escaped the Wadebridge WI a little after two.
His talk on the importance of fire safety in the home had gone as well as he could have hoped and each of the thirty women in attendance had taken a business card promoting his services as a fire safety consultant.
He’d been asked to stay to lunch of course and while he wouldn’t normally turn down free food and female company, something had urged him to make his excuses and leave.
In the car, he didn’t immediately turn on the engine, even though he could sense some of the women hovering. He pulled out the letter that had arrived that morning, the one from the firm of solicitors in Exeter, accompanied by a strange round token.
He felt the now-familiar surge of excitement, indistinguishable from the nervous anxiety that had kept his stomach churning for the last several hours. And for what was probably the dozenth time that morning, he read the short paragraph that promised him an imminent share of an immense fortune.