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Dwight Frye

 
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Outward, the Circles Grow. [2]

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Nurse Maisie was just finishing fastening a loose cardigan on Hanne as Dwight and Dr. Troy entered the room. Dwight was initially surprised to see Hanne sitting upright ina wheelchair beside the bed. The last time he saw her she was attached to machines and monitors. The several wires and tubes keeping life going while the medics fought to save her.

 

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [1]

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Dwight Frye took one final peek over the truncated edge of the bridge then turned away. Walking calmly back to his car he removed his blue serge overall, folded it neatly and placed it in the boot on top of the remnants of the roll of Duct Tape.

 

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A Shot In The Dark [4]

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The thing about a long car journey is that it provides plenty of time to mull things over in the mind.


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For Mother ..

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It had been a much hotter than usual summer day in New Flagstaff. Not the usual dry desert heat but oppressively humid.

Neither did the evening rain come. It was just hot, humid, even at 02:45.

People lay on top of their beds, windows were open. It was stultifying.

 

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Rear Window [16]

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 “We were going to do some building work, honestly !”

Anson struggle against the handcuffs. Dwight said nothing as he wound a roll of duct tape round and round the body of Bartram who was just starting to recover from being cattle-prodded.

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Rear Window [12]

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Hanne concentrated on the scene. She smiles as several times some mothers pulled their children, giving Dwight a wide berth. She was not sure if it was the sight or the smell which urged caution. Or both.

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Rear Window [11]

Dwight Frye sat at his desk stirring sugar into the tea filled bone china cup on his desk. He liked to be at work early. Next to the cup sat a plate with several biscuits. He picked one and snapped it in half, pausing to brush a crumb from his neatly pressed grey waistcoat. He sipped the tea and surveyed his office. All was fine, everything was in order, not a file, folder or pile of documents out of place.

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Rear Window [7]

Exuding his aire of administrative efficiency, Dwight opened the four folders on the desk in front of Hanne.

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Rear Window [6]

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Hanne was back at the window In truth she had been there most of the afternoon. As the sun drifted into late afternoon and on into evening, and as Hanne’s cup of tea was now clay cold,

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Rear Window [5]

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Not his face !! “

Dwight looked up from his initial appraisal of the boy and cast a puzzled glance.

Hmm?”

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Rear Window [2]

The phone the table had actually rang four times before Hanne snapped out of her thoughts and finally answered it.

"Hallo ?"  She enquired and instantly recognised the high camp voice at the other end.

" Miss Berg, Miss Berg, Miss Berg ! I heared you were returning to work and I just couldn't resist giving you a little  'welcome back' tinkle..  How are you, dearie? "

" Fat Eric... "  Hanne smiled to herself, " It seems one cannot sneeze without you saying 'gesundheit' for me. I am fine, thank you for asking. And you ?"

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Rear Window

 

Hanne climbed the last stair and crossed the second floor landing. She paused a moment as her hand rested on the door handle. 

The familiar brass plate in front of her smelled of Brass Cleaner and shone brightly even in the darkened stairwell. The dark letters embossed into the metal spelled out " The Ranyhyn Company" clearly.

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Of duct tape, bridges and gravity.... all in a day's work

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Hanne Berg drove her interceptor south,she eased her foot off the accelerator pedal, after all there was no rush. 

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Well, It's kinda like an onion... y'know?

It started with that punch.

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