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“Carter, get in the car,” barked Inspector Sullivan, gesturing at the Wolseley.
“Why? Wot am I supposed to have done now?” asked Sid, rolling his eyes.
“You are at a crime scene you were expressly told not to go near,” answered the Inspector frustratedly.
“I was only dropping the Father off,” said Sid innocently.
“Father Brown will be returning to town shortly with Sergeant Goodfellow,” stated Inspector Sullivan. “I am not having the two of you in a car together getting your stories straight.”
Of course, Inspector Sullivan knew that Father Brown wouldn’t be coming back to town that soon, as he’d be certain to want a look round the crime scene, which Sergeant Goodfellow would allow, once the Inspector was gone.
But they hadn’t been making much progress with the case, so Inspector Sullivan couldn’t help but hope that Father Brown might spot something they’d missed. However, he’d be dammed if he was allowing Sidney Carter to stay there as well.
Sid grumbled but got into the passenger seat of the Wolseley as Inspector Sullivan got into the driver’s seat.
Winding the window down Inspector Sullivan called to Father Brown, “you can collect Mr Carter this evening when I’m sure the two of you can do no more harm to my crime scene.”
Before he could drive away however, Sid had flung himself into the Inspector’s lap to lean out of the window and call to Father Brown himself.
“Father, could you call Lady F? I’m supposed to be driving her to the Smythe’s this afternoon for tea. Could you let ‘er know what’s ‘appened and that she’ll need to ask Hornby to step in for me?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her Sid,” Father Brown answered with a smile.
“Carter, get back in your seat. You can’t just…” Inspector Sullivan took a deep breath trying to keep his composure, hands flexing on the steering wheel as he tried to resist putting them on Sid. Especially on a certain part of Sid’s anatomy which was currently very close to him. A part of Sid’s anatomy the Inspector thought about rather regularly.
“You can’t just climb onto someone’s lap,” he ground out.
“Sorry Inspector, next time I’ll ask your permission to get on top of you,” smirked Sid sitting back.
He wasn’t sure if he heard the muttered, “don’t give me ideas,” from the Inspector, but, Sid promised himself, he’d find out by the end of the day.