Loose Lips

Secret Diary Of PorterGirl

There is a tense silence in the Lodge as we watch the detectives stride away up the street. I sling a barrage of filthy looks in the direction of Porter. For all the good it does me – he is wistfully watching the shapely behind of Detective Sergeant Kirby sashaying into the distance. I am not about to reveal his probable part in all of this but I am certainly considering taking him behind the bike sheds later for a damn good thrashing.

Head Porter is wearing an expression not uncommon to his good self; one of concern and confusion. I can see his slowly turning mind coming to terms with the bewilderment.

“But… how did they know?” He says to no one in particular.

“It’s those buggers at Hawkins College!” Splutters The Dean, so enraged that he can barely swear effectively. “They’ve tipped them off. I know it.”

Porter…

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