Wednesday, November 30, 2011

A story - part VIII (by Margarita)

It was George's gardener. They looked at each other for a while. After a few seconds, the gardener said that George was not at home and disappeared in one of the rooms. Peter grabbed his phone and dialed George's number, but George did not answer. Peter went outside, it was still raining. He knew that he could not wait a minute. But suddenly, Peter's phone rang. It was George. Peter said in a loud voice, “George, I have to see you tonight in a small cafe called The Red Cow, just outside town.” When they met, Peter explained everything that had happened to Katy. George listened to him patiently. When Peter finished, George said very quietly, “I will do everything to save Katy.”

Saturday, November 26, 2011

A story - part VII (by Mario)

The godfather, George, lived in a big, old house in the suburbs. Many years ago he was a very rich man (he made a fortune gambling in Monte Carlo), but he spent it all on his eccentric hobby. He adored Agatha Christie and her detective stories, and he would collect everything which was connected with her life and books. Before he realized, he had spent all his money. Peter knew that his godfather was broke, but he believed in his experience and wisdom. A man who read all the novels by Christie could know a thing or two about crime. When Peter came to George’s house, the door was closed. He found the key under the doormat, opened the door and went inside. He didn’t wait for a long time. Soon he heard footsteps in the hall…

Thursday, November 10, 2011

A story - part V (by Eliza)

The red bin reference worked as a wake-up call. There was no such thing as a red bin, was there? But it didn’t really matter; it was just a sign he needed to start asking the right questions. The truth was there wasn’t any evidence that those people would really have Katy with them. All that time he hadn’t even tried to reach her. Actually, she had warned him she would be unavailable until later that day due to work commitments. Why would someone ask him, of all people, for 100 000 euros? Everyone knew he didn’t have that sort of money. The few euro banknotes over the newspaper pieces in the bag were pretty much all his savings. He was getting suspicious, felt he couldn’t trust anybody. Maybe he should have contacted the gardai through official channels instead of going straight to his friend? Robert was having money problems. A few weeks ago he had heard him and his wife arguing about her shopping addiction and their credit card spending.

A story - part IV (by Grzegorz)

Peter didn’t hesitate any longer and rang his best friend Robert. Robert worked for the Garda Special Detective Unit, so Peter told him about his girlfriend. After 10 minutes, Robert arrived at Peter’s place to give him support and advice. Together it was easier to invent a plan that would help get Peter's girlfriend from the hands of kidnappers.
Robert wanted to use Peter’s black van to realize his plan. He gave Peter a suitcase full of newspapers that had been cut into small pieces, and on top of them put a few euro banknotes. At 6.00 pm they picked up Robert’s people from the Garda station and went to meet the abductors. Peter was horrified, but he had trust in Robert. They had been driving around Gardiner street for a few minutes when Peter got a call from the kidnappers:

In the park on Gardiner Street you will see a red bin. There’s a letter waiting for you. In that letter you will find more instructions about the exchange. Hurry up! Be there before the bin man.