Free March: A Tale of Salmon and Swedes (The Glothic Tales Book 4) by Derek Haines Page B

in her early twenties asked.
    ‘Yes, I believe a friend of mine may have visited your store earlier. A young man with long blond hair, a goatee and he’s about this tall,’ she said, gesturing with her hand above her head.
    ‘With quite a large nose, and Abba obsessed?’
    ‘Yes!’
    ‘Are you related to him?’
    ‘He’s a distant relative from abroad, but he’s staying with me, and I’m supposed to be looking after him, as he’s visiting London for the first time. He’s only been here a day or two, so I was quite worried when he went out by himself. But, he was here?’
    ‘Yes, about two hours ago, but I’m afraid there was a little problem.’
    ‘Oh dear, what was the problem?’
    ‘Well, he was very insistent on buying Abba, and when the assistant showed him the CD and DVD selection available on our shelves, he became quite upset. He said he wasn’t interested in the recordings and videos; he wanted to buy Abba. He started shouting that the advertisement clearly said, ‘buy Abba at HMV’, and he wanted to buy them.’
    ‘Oh dear me, I am so sorry. As I said, he’s from abroad, so he must have misunderstood. Um, so I don’t suppose you know where he may have gone after leaving here, do you?’
    ‘Oh yes. He really became quite angry, and even though it was quite funny when he emptied his pockets onto the counter and yelled, ‘but I have the money to buy them,’ which amounted to about fifty pounds plus a handful of change, the manager lost patience. He did ask him politely to leave, a few times, but your relative refused, still insisting that Abba was for sale, so the manager finally called the police. I would imagine he is probably at the West End Central Police Station.’
    ‘Oh, I am so sorry he caused such a fuss. I should have kept a better eye on him.’
    ‘Don’t worry m’am. In the end it was simply a misunderstanding. I’m sure the police will wait for him to calm down a bit and then let him go home, as I doubt that our manager would press any charges, because he would only do so normally in the case of theft.’
    ‘Well, at least he didn’t steal anything.’
    ‘No, he didn’t, so no harm done.’
    ‘Look, thank you so much, dear, for taking the time to explain the whole story to me. I’d better let you get back to work and I’ll walk down to the police station and see what I can do. I hope they haven’t let him wander off again though.’
    ‘Good luck,’ the cashier said, and shook Tryskolia’s hand.’
    ‘Thank you, so much, again.’
    It was only half a kilometre to the police station, but it took Tryskolia nearly an hour to arrive at the front doors, after stopping on her way to rest her tired legs for a little while, and have a glass of lemonade to quench her thirst. Her back was starting to ache, as she paused before entering the police station. After making her enquiries with the young constable at the counter, he asked her to take a seat while he checked. It was well over half an hour before another officer entered the reception area from a door to her right.
    ‘I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. I’m Senior Sergeant James. I believe you are a relative of Mr. March Gregorian.’
    ‘Yes, a distant relative,’ she replied, as she went to stand.
    ‘Oh, no need to get up,’ he said, as he sat down in the plastic chair beside her. ‘I need a few details from you, if I may, as March seems a little confused about some matters.’
    ‘Of course, and yes, I know he is well – this is his first time in London, so he is a little disoriented.’
    ‘So it would seem.’
    ‘But he is ok, isn’t he? I mean, I hope he hasn’t caused any problems for you.’
    ‘He is fine, and after the little fiasco at HMV, he has been very well behaved since we brought him in. But it is clear that he is quite an Abba fan,’ the policeman said, with a reassuring smile. ‘Now, if I could have your full name and address.’
    Tryskolia gave her details to the policeman, and then