odd accidental soaking. Soon the water was going to find its way in, and whatever was in those packages was going to be ruined.
But how do I tell the police? She asked herself. Who was going to believe a seven year old, when she told them there was a plane in the lake, and it was filled with what looked suspiciously like criminal stuff? It couldn’t be a scheduled flight, or search teams would already be combing the place for the downed plane.
This bit is going to be hard she thought, and applied as much power as she could find to the window by the back seats. At first nothing appeared to be happening, and then she knew that direct force was not going to be enough. So she started a rhythmic thumping, applying and releasing power, and then slowly increasing its speed. She could see the glass vibrating, and with a sudden muffled crack the window burst. Her mental hands reached in through the hole and a package floated out. She turned, clasping it tightly in mental fingers, and headed towards herself lying prone on the rock.
Back in her own body, she opened her eyes, and peered at the package sitting beside her. Her hands were trembling when she started to peel off the wrapping. As the paper came away she gasped as she saw that the package was just a wrapped block of bank-notes. A quick glance through it showed that they were mostly high value Euro notes.
There were hundreds of thousands in this one package, maybe even as much as a million. She hadn’t taken any time to count the number of packages while her mind had been underwater, but from the stack she had seen, the value in money had to be many millions.
“I’ll take that if you don’t mind,” said a voice very nastily.
Daisy looked around, and she was there again, that unpleasant woman who hadn’t thought that Daisy could talk to ducks. Daisy suddenly recognised her. She was Maggie Bates, and lived in fifty-seven Trendal place. She remembered asking her mum about the woman once, and Marjorie had said that she was an ex matron of a private school.
Daisy blinked, the woman was pointing a huge revolver at her. Well it looked huge to Daisy, but she wasn’t too worried, knowing that it was not in the least bit dangerous to her.
“I’d put that down before you hurt yourself,” she suggested helpfully.
“I will put a hole in you the size of a drainpipe, if you don’t do what I tell you,” snapped the woman waving the gun aggressively.
Daisy concentrated her thoughts and bent the barrel upwards through ninety degrees. She could have goaded the woman into firing it and killing, or seriously injuring, herself but she believed that punishments were a thing for the courts.
“Not with a barrel as bent as that one is,” she declared, smiling.
The woman, without thinking, looked down at the gun,
“Waaaagh,” she shouted and dropped it.
It was a simple matter to put an overpowering urge into Bates’s mind to spin herself, and she immediately started to spin like a top. Daisy was only seven after all, so she had to have a little fun, and she did. After a few minutes spinning, she stopped Bates, and watched delightedly as the woman started staggering and falling about. When she appeared to be steadying herself, Daisy just started her spinning again. A couple of prompts to make the whole thing automatic and Daisy re-wrapped the package before heading for home.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she said over her shoulder.
When she got home, George was visibly relieved, and quickly enveloped her in his arms. When he finally let her go, he looked at the package,
“And what have we here?” he asked.
“I found it down by the lake. It’s full of foreign money. Mrs Bates said she thought she saw a plane go down, but she had no proof, didn’t want to look silly, so she never reported it.”
“By the Lake?” he asked, “But that’s three miles away, don’t tell me you walked that far,” said George.
“Nah,” lied Daisy, “Mrs Bates from fifty-seven gave me a lift.”
“Ok then let’s have a look,” he said, holding out his hand for the package.
Taking the package, he started peeling away the layers of paper,
“Oh my God,” gasped Marjorie, as the money was revealed.
George just stared at it, speechless.
“Don’t get any ideas Dad, Mum,” said Daisy, “you know we have to inform the police.”
For a little while, the police treated them more as suspects than innocent bystanders, but Daisy stamped her foot, put on a pretend tantrum, and raised both of her parents eye brows, by blurting out,
“Are you load of plods completely stupid,” she said, while George struggles to hide his grin, “I have told you more times than enough, that I found it, and brought it home. My parents could easily have kept the money but no, they called you load of idiots. Next time we won’t bother.”
The Inspector looked at Daisy for a moment and then a broad grin lit up his face,
“Are you sure she is only seven?” he said, “Could she be a midget in disguise.”
Not waiting for an answer, he turned to Daisy,
“OK Daisy, I get the message, and I have to thank you for bringing it to our attention. Do you think you can show us where you found it?”
“Of course, I can.” she said, still cross, “and I am not a baby either.”
“Fair enough, I am very sorry to have insulted you. By the way why were you at the lake?”
“I went to talk to the ducks,” said Daisy in a voice that brooked no argument.
As the police stared at her in disbelief, she continued,
“There was this woman there,” said Daisy, “I’m not sure she was all there. She kept spinning around and muttering about a plane crashing in the lake. I think it was Mrs Bates from number fifty-seven. She’s probably gone home by now.”
It only took a few minutes for the police car to get to the lake, and on arrival they were greeted by the sight of Maggie Bates alternately spinning around and falling over. The Inspector glanced over the lake, and then observed,
“Whether there is a plane in the lake or not, if the money was found floating, then we need a diving team to make sure there is not more than one package. I’ll get on to that… Sergeant, go and stop that stupid woman from spinning and find out what she’s muttering.”
It took handcuffs and a tree to stop Maggie trying to spin, but with a little telepathic prodding from Daisy, she kept insisting that the money was hers, as payment for drugs that she had delivered. From what Daisy had found out as she poked around in the woman’s mind, it was nothing other than the truth, and all Daisy did was to make it impossible for her not to share. Maggie was so sincere that she made it all sound so reasonable, and obviously believed completely that she had done nothing wrong.
It took two days to raise the aircraft, after the necessary equipment arrived, and the entire rear half of it was found to be crammed with money. After a full count, there was One Hundred and Six Million Euros recovered. Maggie was locked up, but the consensus was that she would probably serve an indefinite sentence in a mental institution. Daisy was satisfied, and after a reward of fifty thousand pounds was paid for breaking up a drug smuggling operation, so were her parents.
The day after all of the equipment was withdrawn from the lake, in a typical overstatement, the daily papers proclaimed that:
Seven year old foils massive drug cartel, millions recovered.
The End
About the Author
Born in the Royal Military Hospital in Portsmouth, England in 1938 and attended Titchfield (Hampshire, UK) Primary School and Fareham (Hampshire, UK) Secondary Modern Boys School until 1953
Joined the Royal Air Force as an Apprentice in 1955 and served 14 years, being discharged in 1968. During that period, in 1962, he met and married Kim, and they are still together after 49 years After, a short period as a Prison Officer, he entered the Computer Industry with Golden Wonder Ltd and stayed in that profession with various companies until 1991. He then joined an Inner City Medical Practice in Leicester (Leicestershire UK) as Fundholding Manager and Practice Manag
er until his retirement in 2003. He currently lives in Leicestershire and also spends time in Sax, a small town near Alicante in Spain.
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