Wallaboola Beach (The Adventures of Inspector Gruntbuttock Book 2) John Gibbon

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Published: May 19th 2015

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Wallaboola Beach (The Adventures of Inspector Gruntbuttock Book 2) by John Gibbon
May 19th 2015 | Kindle Edition | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, AUDIO, mp3, ZIP | 8 pages | ISBN: | 9.21 Mb

Episode 2 - Inspector Gruntbuttock arrives in Australia to activate a beautiful assassin.Copyright 2015 John Gibbon, Exmouth EnglandWallamboola BeachIt didn’t feel right and all her instincts screamed it out to her, but she was so used toMoreEpisode 2 - Inspector Gruntbuttock arrives in Australia to activate a beautiful assassin.Copyright © 2015 John Gibbon, Exmouth EnglandWallamboola BeachIt didn’t feel right and all her instincts screamed it out to her, but she was so used to paranoia that she ignored them. After all nothing had happened until now.

She filled her lungs with clean sea air and concentrated all her attention on the glorious feeling of the early morning sunshine, warm on her skin, and luxurious caress of the soft sea air on her long suntanned legs. Her fit body exploded into a sprint- running along the firm flat sea strand that ran round the ocean’s edge, splashing in the shallows, her thighs thrusting through the foaming surf as it enveloped her.

The sea birds rose, swaaking ahead of her, and soared into the clean, bright air. She continued running till the sea-cliff that marked the end of Wallamboola beach, then sprinted back along the shore line until her lungs ached, her body went into a second wind and she felt she could have run through the pain. She slowed to a walk and strolled back up the deserted beach to the edge of the tea trees, feeling the warm white sand between her toes as she went over to where she had left her towel and shoes.

Glistening with sweat, her chest still heaving under her running vest, she slipped into the trainers and slung the towel over her shoulders, and started to ascend the steep cliff path, through a belt of thick woodland that skirted the ocean’s edge. As the path broadened into the beach road, she paused, noticing the flat-bed four by four she had run past earlier, still parked on the edge of the road ahead of her.

Looking into the back of the cab she saw that the two men, who had been sitting in it, had gone. Something didn’t feel right.But then again nothing had ever felt right for her, not that she ever told anyone about it. I mean, how could you tell someone what you could hardly remember yourself?

And what would they do about it even if you did? Probably refer you to someone who would poke about in your head or give you tablets to cheer you up. She really didn’t want to go there. But she could remember some things, even held down a good job at the local girl’s school teaching classics.

She was English, yet she knew more about the ancient Greece she was teaching the girls about than she could ever remember about modern England. If only she could remember. She often comforted herself with the crazy notion that one day someone would come who would be the one.

She would sit on the shoreline with him and, resting in his strong arms, watch the waves crashing on the beach, while the sea breeze blew in her thick blonde hair and she told him everything about her. Well, everything she remembered… And he would understand.She woke from her reverie. A man stepped out of the bushes onto the path ahead of her, blocking her way.

He flicked a cigarette from his hand and it lay there smoking on the stony path between them. Her senses gagged in the clean ocean air at the pungent stink of the factory made tobacco and the lingering stench of sweat from his body. His companion was approaching from behind her. She didn’t need to look round: she could hear his feet crunching behind her on the rocky path.

The man in front of her said something indistinct that she couldn’t quite hear. But he didn’t really want her to hear- just said it to distract her, while his companion crept up behind her and pinned her arms.



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