Alright.’ I will do that now if I may.’
Feel free, to use the phone Paula just treat this place like your own.’
Paula rang the number that PC Joyce Marti had given her.
“Extension thirty one please.’
“Hold the line and I will connect you.’
There was a slight pause then the phone clicked and she heard Joyce’s voice on the other end.
Hello PC Marti.’ It’s Paula Beck here; we spoke the other day regarding my mother.
I was wondering if you had finished your investigations down at the Dock Hotel as I would like to go down and tidy up and get things ready for my mother’s funeral.
“Hello Paula how are you baring up; I know it is hard; but things will get easier. Your mum has now been moved to the chapel of rest on Clermont Road so you can now go and see her any time you wish.
You can also begin to make any funeral arrangements as we have finished with our enquiries. If there are any developments we will of course be in touch.’
“We do offer a good counselling service if you need to speak with anyone and you have my number if you’d just like to speak with me. I would be glad to help.’
“You’re so kind PC Marti.’
“It’s Joyce; and you’re welcome Paula; take care now.’
“Bye Joyce and thank you.’
Paula felt better after speaking with the police woman who had a soft calming voice.
“Paula told Doug about her mother and the Dock Hotel.
“Well we can go see your mother first then pop into the Dock afterwards if you like.
“What ever you want to do first love I’m happy with.’
“I would like to see my mother.’
“That’s fine, give me a moment to change then I will come with you.’
If we are going down to the dock to tidy up I suggest we bring some old clothes with us to change into as it will be dirty in there I expect. The police said that they had ransacked the place.
No problem Paula.
They drove down to the chapel then waited whilst they opened the mortuary then Dougie waited outside whilst Paula went in. “He waited a good twenty minutes before Paula came out wiping the tears from her eyes.
They then drove to the Dock and went inside. The place had been well and truly turned over there was broken bottles everywhere. Dougie found a brush and shovel and began to clear away the mess down stairs whilst Paula sorted out the upstairs.
It took them nearly four hours before the place looked decent again. Paula had packed all of her mothers things and rang the church to tell them that they would be dropping them off. The reverend Ralph Mason told her if she needed to speak with him day or night that he was available. She then rang Turnbull’s funeral parlour and made arrangements for her mother’s cremation.
They informed her that there was a slot that Friday if she wished at two thirty. They said that everything would be taken care of; she asked if they could organise a bouquet with some purple irises; those was her mother’s favourite flower.
We will take care of everything Miss Beck.