Mydworth Mysteries - Deadly Cargo

Produktdetails

Verlag

Bastei Entertainment

Erschienen

2020

Sprache

English

Seiten

151

Infos

151 Seiten
ab 16 Jahre

ISBN

978-3-7325-6957-1

Kurztext / Annotation

From the authors of the best-selling series CHERRINGHAM

Mydworth's Excelsior Radio Company is world-famous for its expensive radio-phonographs. But suddenly the Excelsior delivery lorries start being hijacked, and the very future of the company is in doubt. Is this just about stolen radios - or is there something more secret and dangerous going on? When Harry and Kat are brought in to help, they decide to go undercover to solve the crimes and soon discover there are many more secrets to this mystery than meets the eye...

Co-authors Neil Richards (based in the UK) and Matthew Costello (based in the US), have been writing together since the mid-90s, creating innovative content and working on major projects for the BBC, Disney Channel, Sony, ABC, Eidos, and Nintendo to name but a few. Their transatlantic collaboration has underpinned scores of TV drama scripts, computer games, radio shows, and the best-selling mystery series Cherringham. Their latest series project is called Mydworth Mysteries.

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1. Trouble on the Road
   

Barry Hobbs was driving his lorry slowly - carefully - the six-cylinder, four-ton vehicle comfortably eating up the miles, its twin headlights lighting up the tarmac road ahead.

Emblazoned on the side were the words of the company he worked for: Excelsior Radios. And inside, as he knew only too well, securely stacked in wooden crates, his precious and delicate cargo.

Eight Windsor radio phonographs. Top of the Excelsior range. Walnut finish. Built-in speaker. Valve radio.

The very best of British engineering. And each one worth every penny of its fifty-guinea price tag.

If you had money to burn, of course.

Which Barry certainly didn't. Not on his wages.

The lorry could usually manage a faster speed, especially on a main road like this, but - though Barry would have preferred to do this delivery run to Manchester as fast as possible - this time he was staying alert.

Looking for signs of anything wrong, anything that should cause him alarm, his hands tightly gripped on the large steering wheel.

He looked across the cab, out of the passenger window. To the west, the sun had gone down, but there was still light in the sky. Clear blue sky, making the daylight linger.

Good, he thought. Might catch up a few miles before it's dark.

Though he had yelled at his mates on the loading bay to please hurry it up, it had still taken hours for them to get the giant radio phonographs out of the warehouse, all boxed up carefully for the journey.

Mustn't have a nick or a scratch anywhere.

Customers paid plenty for them. And those customers wanted perfection.

But the loading-bay team had moved slowly, what with it being a Monday and so many lorries heading out, and there'd been nothing Barry could do to get on the road early.

Early, well - at least before dark.

And now, like it or not, he had a good number of hours ahead of him on the road - at night. He'd only just passed Oxford - hardly half way there.

Absolutely nothing he could do about that.

And while, oh yes, there were a few shortcuts he knew - narrow Cotswold lanes that went up towards Cherringham, clipped a few minutes before they came back to the main roads - he had decided, after what happened just over a month ago...

It's strictly the main road for me.

Those shortcuts, so twisty, hedges scraping the side of the big lorry, barely fit for a car.

But in truth - it wasn't the width of those roads that gave him pause.

He took a breath, trying not to think about it.

Instead he thought of getting to Manchester. Unloading. Then, to the Bricklayer's Arms, hopefully in time for one of their greasy meat pies and a pint.

Not exactly the life, Barry thought.

But - like it or not - it was his life.

*

This main road seemed emptier and emptier as he snaked his way north - the occasional car, or another lorry, passing - his own headlights now properly cutting the gloom.

He had a thought, with these long drives, delivering the expensive radio sets... wouldn't it be great if the damn lorry had a wireless radio!

Wouldn't be so bored.

Barry was thinking the same thoughts over and over.

But always, in the back of his mind, that bit of fear.

And when he had that worrisome thought, he told himself, Cor, what are the odds?

There's no odds. Lightning doesn't strike in the same place twice.

Even if it wasn't exactly "lightning" he was thinking about.

He thought of his wife, Molly. Their two little

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