The Archer’s were on the
early Monday morning ferry and once they left the harbour, the four siblings
were all standing by the rail.
They were unmistakably
siblings with their clear unblemished complexions and straw-coloured hair of
various lengths and styles.
“Well Pan, we got to find out
what’s so special about the place” Clarissa said
“It certainly exceeded my expectations” Pandora responded, as Peter
Wilson and Kenny Woodward approached, and they smiled at one another.
Monday was also the day when
Bucklebury and Brandywine took over the management of the Church Lane
Properties.
Clive Crossfield had
terminated Brown and Leigh’s contract for fraudulently invoicing for work that
was never done, and legal action was still a distinct possibility and they had
been ordered to supply all relevant documents to Amelia Williamson at their
earliest convenience.
Brown and Leigh took the
instruction literally and a Luton van arrived in Spaniards Creek at midday full
to the gunwales with archive boxes.
Amelia was at St Clara’s,
with Molly and the Vicar, when she took the phone call from the driver.
After she explained the
nature of the phone call, the Vicar suggested the Church Hall, but without
knowing exactly when they would be able to actually open their own premises it
would have been unfair to take her up on her offer, so Molly phoned Katie Harrison
and she agreed to let them store the boxes in the Beacon Farm barn, so Amelia
redirected the driver to the farm.
The rest of the month for
Amelia was spent in the barn sorting through the boxes searching for the most
recent reports for the Church Lane Properties.
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