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Chapter 30.

Room Service

CLANCY CREW AND RUBY REDFORT were hanging out in Twinford Square eating two slices of pepperoni anchovy cauliflower pizza they had just purchased from Ray’s Roving Pizza Van.

‘Good combination Clance, weird but yet, somehow, good,’ mumbled Ruby through a mouthful of pizza.

‘Yeah, well, you know, I thought the crunch of the cauliflower would perfectly compliment the saltiness of the anchovy, and the sausage would give it a sort of sausagey flavour.’

‘And you’re not wrong my friend,’ said Ruby. These highbrow pizza discussions could go on for some time, but today something else had caught Clancy’s attention. As he ate he was watching a red-haired woman taking photographs of the Square – it was a nice spring evening and the Square was looking particularly pretty but this woman was taking a lot of photographs and they weren’t just of the trees and the flowers. She had a camera with a long lens and she was slowly moving around photographing every single building in the Square – almost like she was documenting them.

‘Hey Rube, that lady with the red hair – the one taking pictures – I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before.’

‘Yeah, you could have seen her anywhere, lot a people in Twinford, Clance.’

‘Yeah but Rube this is different, I’ve seen her before but not in Twinford.’

‘So? You saw her somewhere else.’ Ruby was concentrating on getting a piece of stringy melted cheese into her mouth.

Clancy didn’t take his eyes off the woman. ‘She’s taking an awful lot of pictures.’

‘No law against it,’ said Ruby.

‘I’ve seen her with a camera before – I know I have. There’s something about her that’s giving me a funny feeling.’

Ruby gave him one of her sideways stares. ‘You sure Clance?’

‘Yeah, I got one of my hunches Rube, trust me on this.’

‘I trust you Clance – never doubt the Clancy Crew funny feeling is what I always say.’

Clancy nodded. ‘You think we should follow her?’

‘Why not?’ said Ruby, flicking crumbs from her jeans.

They waited until the woman had got halfway across the tree filled square before they began to tail her. It wasn’t difficult because it was a sunny day and there were lots of people out strolling with their dogs and this provided good cover.

They followed the woman until she disappeared into the revolving doors of the Grand Twin Hotel, and sneaked in behind a young couple and their four arguing children. Ruby noticed the concierge give the redhead a key to room 524 and watched as she made her way to the elevators. As she disappeared from view Ruby spied an unattended room service trolley in the corridor – it looked like it was on its way to someone’s suite, though the waiter was nowhere to be seen. Without saying a word Ruby walked over to it and pushed it towards an open elevator. Clancy followed nervously.

‘Stop twitching, Clance, you’ll get us caught – confidence is everything.’ She pressed the button for the fifth floor.

‘Now what?’ said Clancy.

‘Now, take off your sweater.’

‘Why?’ asked Clancy.

‘Because you got a white shirt on that’s why and if you wrap this tablecloth around your waist you’ll look like a waiter – see?’

‘I’m thirteen years old Ruby, and skinny as a string bean, nobody’s gonna mistake me for a hotel waiter.’

‘Will you just believe me!’ hissed Ruby.

‘OK, I’ll believe you Rube, but I don’t think anyone else will.’

They wheeled the trolley along the fifth floor corridor until they got to room 524. At which point Ruby crawled under the trolley and hid herself beneath the tablecloth.

‘Now what?’ whispered Clancy.

‘Knock,’ hissed Ruby.

‘I was afraid you were gonna say that,’ said Clancy, before knocking so quietly that it was a wonder anyone heard.

The door was opened by the redhead, holding a telephone and deep in conversation with the person on the other end.

‘Sorry Bobby – someone’s at the door,’ she said into the receiver. ‘Yes?’ She was looking hard at Clancy.

‘Room service,’ said Clancy doubtfully.

‘I didn’t order room service,’ said the woman, fumbling for her glasses.

Clancy didn’t say anything until he felt a sharp pinch to his right leg.

‘Compliments of the hotel,’ he blurted.

‘OK, put it over there,’ the woman said, gesturing over to the far side of the room. She squinted. ‘pretty young for a waiter aren’t you?’

‘I’m older than I look,’ Clancy assured her.

‘You better be because you look about nine.’

Clancy decided he did not like this woman.

She resumed her telephone conversation. ‘Look, I’m going to have to go in a minute Bobby, I need to wash this tint out before my hair turns scarlet.’

While Clancy was pretending he knew how to set up a room service trolley, the woman disappeared into the bathroom. Ruby hearing the door close and the sound of the shower being turned on stuck her nose out from under the tablecloth.

‘All clear,’ said Clancy.

Ruby looked around. ‘So what are we searching for?’ asked Clancy.

‘I don’t know, evidence.’

‘Of what?’

‘How should I know Clance, you’re the one with the hunch – would you stop asking questions and get looking.’

Ruby was by now rifling through papers and notebooks while Clancy tried on some overly large tinted glasses he had found lying on the table. There were several pairs, all equally huge but in different shapes and colours.

‘Cool,’ said Clancy.

After about five and a half minutes Ruby came to a pile of photographs scattered on the desk – they were pretty boring and they appeared to have been taken in some sort of bar or lounge which looked to be part of an airport. She flicked through them quickly until she came to a picture of some people she recognised standing in a crowd at the bar – even though it was a back view and even though one could only see part of their heads, there was no mistaking that the people in the photograph were her parents.

It was perfectly obvious that the photographer had not intended to snap the Redforts, they had just gotten in the way. No, the subject was someone else some distance away from the photographer. A small man with a huge grey moustache was staring straight into the camera and when Ruby looked into his eyes she felt a cold shiver shoot up her spine – she had no idea who the man was but the look on his face was one of pure terror. The following pictures showed the man turning, pushing through the crowd, knocking into a woman – her mother? Making for the doors, disappearing from view – and two men in dark suits – were they tailing him?

‘Look at this Clance.’ Ruby was holding the photo, the one of her parents. ‘Recognise anyone you know?’

Clancy stared at the picture for a full thirty seconds before saying, ‘Well yes I do actually – that man in the background, the one with the huge moustache I saw him the other night.’

‘What do you mean you saw him the other night?’ exclaimed Ruby, her voice full of surprise.

‘It was when I came over – while you were making fruit cocktails in the kitchen. Your mom and dad were going through their slides – boy, were you ever right, it was super boring. Remind me not to do that again… I mean maybe I’m wrong, but to me, one picture of snow looks very much like another?’

‘Clance would you just get on with it.’

‘Well, this guy with the moustache was in one of the slides – he’s the guy who spilled that drink all over your mom’s jacket.’

‘But why would this woman in the shower have pictures of a funny-looking guy like that?’ said Ruby

‘That’s the other thing,’ said Clancy, ‘the woman – I’ve remembered where I saw her before, she’s in the background of one of your mom and dad’s pictures.’

Ruby said nothing, she was staring hard at the photograph. ‘So what you are saying is that the man with the moustache, my mom, my dad and the redhead were all at the same airport together.’

‘I didn’t say they were together,’ said Clancy, walking over to the sideboard.

‘No, that’s right, they weren’t together but they are connected somehow, so what’s the connection?’ said Ruby.

‘They were all flying to Twinford?’

‘Well we don’t know that for sure, we know my mom and dad were, and we know the redhead lady is here but the moustache guy, well, he could be in Hong Kong for all we know.’

‘Hey Rube, look at this!’ Clancy held a small diamond encrusted revolver in his hands.

‘What are you doing? Will you put that down!’

Clancy went to put the gun back where he had found it, but it slipped from his fingers and clattered noisily onto the floor.

‘Hey, what’s going on out there?’ shouted the woman.

Ruby jumped, the photos tumbling out of her hands. ‘Let’s get outta here,’ she hissed.

‘Sorry Ma’am!’ called Clancy, grappling to replace the gun. ‘All done! Just leaving!’

The two of them made a dash for the door. Once in the corridor they ran like crazy. They took the back stairs, which led them out into a narrow alley, which joined Derwent Street, then they ran through Twinford Square and all the way along Chance, they ran and ran until they turned the corner of Amster Street and collapsed, out of breath outside the Double Donut Diner.

‘Oh boy… that was… close,’ said Clancy barely able to get the words out. ‘Remind me never… to get involved in one of your… hair-brained schemes… again.’

‘You can talk – it was your hunch, and if you hadn’t been so clumsy then—’ she stopped mid-sentence.

‘—Clancy, where did you get those glasses?’

Clancy looked at his reflection in the window of the Double Donut Diner. ‘Whoops,’ he said, ‘I forgot to put them back on the table – I guess they belong to that lady. It’s OK, though, she will probably think I picked them up by accident, thinking they were mine.’

‘Oh yeah, Clance, that’s highly likely, they are after all exactly as big as your whole entire face – I’m sure she will think it’s a simple mistake. Some spy you are, I would recognise those glasses anywhere… a-n-y-w-h-e-r-e…’ Ruby broke off. ‘I take it back. You’re a genius Clance my old pal, a genius!’

‘What? What did I do?’ stammered Clancy.

‘I just realised where I saw those glasses before – this woman today, she practically ran my mom off the road. Well, she was wearing those glasses.’

‘But why would she try to run your mom off the road?’ asked Clancy.

‘That’s what I gotta figure out,’ said Ruby. ‘Hey look, I gotta go, I need to do some thinking – there’s a lot I’ve been missing Clance, A LOT.’