Ray Sullivan publishes science based fiction adventures on Amazon, Smashwords, Apple iBookstore, Barnes & Noble, Sony, WH Smith and other good eBook retailers as e-books. Additionally all of his books are available in paperback on Amazon. He also muses on technology, posts comedic books in serial format and discusses the world of self publishing.
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Monday, 15 October 2012
Parallel Lives Chapter 5
By mid afternoon Jack found himself at a loose end. He’d
made all the calls he needed to make and was now awaiting call backs from the
various companies and agencies he had contacted. As expected, the Health and
Safety man had given the go-ahead for the site to be cleared but had requested
that Jack visit his office to finalise some details later in the week, leaving
his mobile phone number on a business card for Jack.
Contacting the hospital he learned that the injured fitter
was still stable, but was expected to be taken to the operating theatre later
in the day for more surgery. He also learned that the hospital expected to keep
John in for another night, for observation. Taking the opportunity he decided
that a drive to John’s place in the daylight would give him a breath of fresh
air, as he expected to be working late once the tenders for the contracts
started to roll in.
Finding the house in daylight proved even easier than Jack
expected. The hassle the previous evening seemed to revolve around a single
wrong turning a couple of streets away that had been compounded by the dark and
dreary weather. Opening the door, Jack was not greeted by the cat immediately,
as he had been the night before, mainly because he had closed the internal
doors carefully behind him on leaving, trapping the cat in the kitchen.
Nevertheless, the cat was reasonably unperturbed by the closed off regions,
probably due to the cat flap located in the kitchen entrance. How much of the
intervening period the cat had spent in this house Jack was unsure, however it
had clearly eaten all of the food left out and was keen to repeat the exercise.
After placing the food down, Jack left the cat to it’s feeding and, as the
night before, retraced his steps through the living room. He wasn’t sure if it
was simply the notebook lying open on the floor where it had fallen that caught
his attention, or the particular word that sat about a quarter of the way down
the left hand page that made him pick it up.
…again. Today we had a new maintenance manager start,
only he wasn’t new to me. I remember him as Jack Whincup, but he introduced
himself as Jack Howells. Seems a reasonable bloke, as he used to be when I knew
him before, but I don’t think he took on-board all that I said about the boiler
house. He promised to look into the safety systems, but I guess this is his
first day or so, and it will probably get forgotten. I’ll keep on at him until
the system is improved.
The date was the date of Jack’s arrival on the site just
over a year ago. But that wasn’t what bothered him. It was the reference to
Whincup, the name his mother revealed as being that of his father only four
months earlier, that caught his eye and imagination. How could John know that
name? Jack doubted if anyone in the firm knew it, he wasn’t local and had made
few friends amongst his colleagues. His mother had only mentioned it because
she thought she had been dying, and saw it as his right to know who his father
was, finally. The odds against anyone guessing the name were too great to
contemplate. Scooping up the notebook, Jack resolved to try and find out where
John could have obtained that information. Leaving the house secured he drove
back to the factory and an evening of phone calls and planning.