Crime never sleeps.
Despite the disturbing world situation, I’ve found bits of time to devise more Sparkle Anwyl mind games as we continue the six-part story called ‘Custody Chain’. Meanwhile, the revision of my first Sparkle Anwyl novel, Fevered Fuse progresses in sporadic spurts too.
I’ve also had a graphic image of Sparkle and Kama created, which I blogged about last month: https://rolandclarke.com/2020/05/31/sparkle-anwyl-comic-book-heroine/ – inspired by my diligent queer diversity reader.
She said, “Sparkle’s character is so strong and is so appealing, esp. to the younger generation who also love anime and comics, I wondered if you have considered getting an illustrator to have a look at your book and possibly create a comic book character out of her as well?…”
After the feedback on the original image, the illustrator made some changes based on comments. My beta readers should spot the imagined scene from Fevered Fuse – with artistic licence.
What do you feel about the new image? An improvement? Hooked or confused?
Back though to Custody Chain.
If you missed the first two parts of the story, or would like to refresh your memory, here are the links:
Chapter One – Café Terrace: https://rolandclarke.com/2020/02/19/wep-iwsg-february-challenge-cafe-terrace/
Chapter Two – Masterpiece: https://rolandclarke.com/2020/04/15/wep-iwsg-april-challenge-antique-vase/
Please note there may be minor oversights/errors/omissions which editing of the final story into a novella will address. Writing new chapters throws up new clues to fathom.
On my April Challenge post, some people again commented that Sparkle’s mnemonic usage needed to be explained better – comments echoed by my beta readers for Fevered Few. I have attempted to introduce an explanation in this episode, which I intend to use and evolve elsewhere – if the idea works.
Anyway, enjoy this new chapter, and if you wish, please comment, or suggest what happens next. Many thanks for reading.
Plus, ensure you visit all the other writers in this challenge via:
CHAPTER THREE – CRYPTOGRAPH
Tuesday, March 18th
Kama and I interview Urien Cadwallader in his private hospital room. Will he allay our suspicions?
“I don’t remember much. Didn’t your colleagues discover more?”
“Anything you can add helps. Did you see anything before you were attacked?”
I flip open my notebook as Kama probes. The CSI report and Tesni’s statement pose questions.
Urien shakes his head. “I’m usually alone – since my wife died. I have my art collection. Comfort—”
He falters. Tears streak his cheeks.
Seated beside his bed, Kama pats his arm.
“Take your time, sir. Your wife must have been special.”
“For 35 years – until…” He shudders. “I prayed Csilla would survive the treatment but— too invasive. I could do nothing so lost her—”
As he starts to cough, I reach for his glass of water, passing it when he stops shaking.
“Lungs – damaged from her childhood back in Miskolc.”
“Hungary?” The names slots together – Aranka, Miskolc, Csilla, Szarka.
He stares at me. “You know already? I thought those records lost decades ago.”
“A deduction. Please, apologies if I’m wrong.”
He shakes his head, then leans back, head lolling. “So, nobody told you. How?”
“Sparkle thinks laterally. Give her clues and she finds new angles.”
Urien gestures at me. “Your personal cryptograph?”
I laugh. “Fancy word for my mind games – but worth adopting. I juggle the initial letters of clues to get a mnemonic so I remember them—”
“And the new angle?”
“Triggered by the mnemonic. Like say M for Miskolc, A for Art, G for Generosity, Y for Yearn, A for Analysis, R for Replica, S for Stars. Spelling M A G Y A R S – as in Hungary where Aranka is from. Plus, Csilla sounds Hungarian as does Szarka. Correct?”
Urien palms his hands and nods. “Impressive.” He closes his eyes. “We met in 1988 when I travelled to Hungary as a mineralogist – my initial career. I was looking for the Herman Ottó Museum and Csilla helped me. A nineteen-year-old engineering student, Csilla captivated me, so I helped her flee the country when it broke from the Soviet bloc.”
M for Minerals, E for Engineer, T for Travel.
M E T
“You married in Hungary?” Kama reaches a shared conclusion. “The missing records. And your child?”
Urien confirms our suspicions. “Born in 1994 – talented and special – our joy in turbulent days. We named her ‘warmth from the sun’ in Welsh. She’s worth everything I spend.”
T for Turbulent Talent. S for Sky Sigil.
“Does Tesni know she’s your daughter? Or only that her mother was Csilla Szarka?”
Tears return to streak his cheeks. “I’ve failed to confess my relationship, although I’ve always felt she senses all that matters. Her art is everything in her world. Yet Tesni visits often.”
“That’s why her DNA was all over your house. And why she pressed your panic pendant. Did you or Tesni switch off the security you’ve installed? We must identify your attacker.”
“Tesni would never leave me unprotected. The attacker must have disabled the CCTV so he remained invisible. Didn’t Tesni see him before summoning help?”
Kama scrolls on her phone. “Her statement reads, ‘The figure was in black and masked. When I cracked the vase on the masked head, the figure fled…’ Then she helped you and rescued the urn pieces.”
“With her mam’s ashes – Csilla helping still. Did Tesni repair the urn?”
I smile and bow my head. “An invisible repair. The painting is secure too.” U for Urn, P for Protection, I for Invisible. “A mistaken theft that triggered our investigation.”
METSUPI = IMPETUS
“Your case must be closed then. I’m anxious to return home, where my daughter has Csilla and our painting.”
“My cryptograph raises concerns. What compelled your wife to flee Hungary? Her health? Yet she left family behind. Aranka?”
He collapses into the pillows, eyes closed.
“Yes, Csilla was suffering. Her father worked in the steelworks, coming home covered in toxic dust. Love offered a route out of her urban nightmare. Economic recession was sweeping those industrial heartlands behind the Iron Curtain. Her sister, Aranka stayed with her profiteering husband.”
“Could your attacker have been Hungarian? They didn’t try to take the painting – just attacked you. Why?”
Urien shakes his head, but his glance wavers between us. We sense his fear.
“I made mistakes – and enemies. And my assailant must realise who Tesni is – even living apart. Help me protect my daughter, please?”
Word Count 998: FCA
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