Hello listeners, and welcome to the penultimate episode of Underwood and Flinch season four.
Yes, that's right, ladies and gentlemen. After this episode there is
only one more to go. Where will it end, you may wonder.
Well, actually, at Patreon it doesn't end. It just goes on and
on beyond the remaining thirty one At this point episodes of Underwood, Flinch,
Underground, and into the next U and F book, The Devil of Claverton
aka Legion. But I won't go into all that now. I'm sure you're
keen to get back into our story, So as usual then I'll hand over
to myself. In twenty seventeen for a much needed Yes, you may recall
that Detective Inspector Clare Redmond was lured to a hotel in Whitechapel, London by
a woman called Jesse Collins who claimed to be a friend of the first victim
of the London Vampire. Claire went to meet her, but it wasn't any
Jesse Collins at all. It was Lydia Flinch. Claire then woke up in
the hotel the next morning with no real memory of the night before, and
was unknowingly now working as a spy for Lydia. She met with Chief Detective
Inspector Guy Valentine and tried to find out what he knew about the case,
but it all turned sour and ended up with Claire and Valentine being called to
the office of Chief Superintendent Charles Coleridge. At the meeting that followed, Coleridge
explained to her that her suspicions about the existence of the Occult Crimes Unit were
in fact correct, that he and Valentine were in it, and that they
were treating the London vampire investigation as a real vampire incident. But Coleridge is
a vampire hunter of long standing, and he recognized the symptoms of Claire's having
been fascinated by a vampire, and he informed her that he had the power
to hypnotize her to such a degree that he would be able to undo the
fascination and help her remember what had happened to her at the hotel. Meanwhile,
David Flinch spotted Damo on a London street and chased him down into Hobe
and Underground Station, unknowingly pursued himself by both the police and an operative of
the sect. The policeman who was OCU tried to arrest David, but the
SECT guy zapped him with a taser. He wanted David to come with him,
but could give no assurances as to Demo's well being once the sect had
caught up with him. Unhappy with that, David zapped the Sect guy with
a taser and ran off after Damo into an underground train tunnel. Fheugh,
well, we'll get back to David later on, but we begin this episode
with DCI, Claire Redmond and things and not quite what they seem. Undo
Wood and Flinch, Season four, Underground. Written and read by Mike Bennett.
This podcast is intended for mature audiences. Listener discretion is advised. Episode
sixteen, Claire Edmond was back at the King Edward Hotel in Whitechapel. She
was lying on the bed, her back against pillows, propped up against the
headboard. In her hand was a glass of chilled white wine. It was
a second glass. She didn't want to drink it, but be sure and
drink your wine now. Claire Lydia called from the on sweet bathroom. What
do you have? There is a last of it now, because I've poured
the rest down the loo. She came back into the room, the now
empty bottle between her gloved fingers. On seeing Claire taking slow SIPs of the
wine, she said, oh, for God's sake, come on, Redmond,
down in one. There's a good girl. Claire drank the wine down
in one as ordered. Then she held the empty glass. I'm sure what
to do with it. Lydia sat down on the bed beside her. She
put the bottle on the nightstand and gestured for Claire to do the same with
the glass. Just put it there, will you. Claire did as she
was told. That's it, so. Lydia looked at her watch. Oh
shit, we're cutting a bit fine, Cynthia, I'm meeting James in less
than half an hour. Well, I'm ready anytime you are, darling,
said Cynthia, who sat on a chair against the foul wall. Her attention
divided between Redmond and her phone, into which she was carefully thumbing a text
message. All right, we're going to leave you now, Claire, but
remember you are my eyes and ears. Find out everything your inspector Valentine knows
about the London vampire case. Do whatever it takes, and if that means
shagging him, then you'll do so. With vim and Gusto. Do you
understand? Yes? Good, But everything else that's happened to you tonight you'll
forget, except for the version of events that I gave you earlier. All
right, yes, Lydia smiled, clearly delighted. She reached out and touched
Claire on the chin, tilting her head to reveal where she had bitten her
neck a short while ago. The puncture wounds had already closed and were now
just two red marks on the skin, with a little blood around the edges.
Lydia leaned in and licked the blood away, and Claire shivered with pleasure
beneath her. I know, sweetie, said Lydia. I'd love to stay
and spend some more time together, but I really do have to go.
I have your phone number, so i'll call you tomorrow night and you can
give me all the latest on the case. Until then, she gave Claire
a little peck on the cheek chow. Claire watched as Lydia went to the
mirror and checked her makeup, reapplying the lipsticks she'd removed before biting Claire,
and then asking Cynthia how she looked. Happy with her appearance, she and
Cynthia then stepped outside. Lydia hung the do not disturb notice on the door
handle, turned out the light, and before closing the door, said sleep
now, Claire, Sleep. Then all was darkness. What was the next
thing you remember, said Detective Chief Superintendent Coleridge from somewhere beyond the room,
waking up the next morning? They didn't return again after they'd left. No
move forwards. Then to the next morning the time when you woke up.
The darkness gave way to light, the curtained windows glowing with the sunlight.
She could hear traffic and voices on the street outside. Are you alone,
asked Coleridge. Yes. Then a mobile phone began to ring loud, close,
like it was in the room with her. Now she could hear Valentine
speaking nearby, but indistinct. She found she wasn't listening to what he was
saying, had no interest. He was like someone speaking on a radio in
the background. Now Coleridge was speaking, but not to her, and again
she had no interest, not until he spoke to her directly, addressing her
by name, Claire. I'm going to count down now from five to one,
and when I get to one, you will awake and you will remember
everything. Five. Four returning to us now. Three you are safe and
there's nothing to fear. Two opening your eyes and one. Claire's eyes fluttered
open. She was in Coleridge's office. He was smiling at her from where
he sat opposite at his desk while come back, Claire, Are you okay?
Claire's hand went to the side of her neck like she had just felt
the sting of a wasp. Oh my god, she fed on me,
yes, said Coleridge, calmly. But you've nothing to be afraid of.
You're free of her now. But she bit me her bite. Am I
going to become one of them? Like her? She felt cool tears on
her cheeks and wiped them away. No, said Coleridge, turning off the
voice recorder on his desk. The whole transformation business is a bit more complicated
than that, Thank heaven. Were it not, I imagine we as a
species would have been wiped out long ago. Valentine stood up, Well,
I'd better get going, sir. What said Claire? Why where are you
going? As soon as the words were out, she regretted them. She
sounded concerned, worried for him. When she'd been fascinated Lydia had asked her
if she'd fancied him. Her answer had come straight from her unconc mind as
simple, pragmatic yes. She just recounted that detail, along with everything else
as she relived it, and Valentine had taken it all down on the notepad
that he now tossed onto Coleridge's desk. I mean, has something happened,
sir? And I got a call, he said, crossing to the door.
A couple of our guys have been involved in an incident at Hoburn's station.
I'll leave it to the chief super to fill you in. He paused
on opening the door to turn back to Claire. But well done, Redmond.
What you've given us here today is bloody amazing. Really, thank you.
He gave her an approving nod, then said to Coleridge. And for
what it's worth, Sir, I'd like to remove my earlier objection to Inspector
Redmond joining the unit. Thank you, Valentine, Coleridge interrupted, Your opinion
is noted. Now get going. Once Valentine had gone, he turned back
to Claire. She was stroking and pro being at a spot on her neck.
She looked worried. He got up and came to her side. Here,
let me see. Claire lowered her hand and he smoothed her hair away
from her neck. There were two very faint pink marks on the skin,
yes, two in puncture wounds, all right, barely visible now, No
one would have noticed it, and I'd say it'll be gone completely in a
couple of hours. Should I see a doctor? Oh, I don't think
that'll be necessary. Coleridge walked back to his chair and sat down. How
much time have you spent in daylight today? Sorry, I'll drew a violent
radiation, Claire, Exposure to it kills the vampire's infection in your blood.
Claire thought for a moment, I'm not sure. Walking from one place to
another, maybe an hour, and I sat at the window in the restaurant.
What sounds to meal like you've had more than enough to kill it off.
But what if I haven't? What if it's still there? Well you
could go to a tanning salon, he smiled. But really it's not necessary.
Trust me, it's dead. Claire still looked worried. How does it
work, then, this infection? How does it turn you into a vampire?
Well? If this lydia a kaa Jesse Collins had wanted to turn you
into a vampire, she would have made you drink her blood straight after biting
you. It's the oral ingestion of her blood that completes the circuit of infection.
But since you only received the bite, you're in no danger. The
human immune system destroys the infection in around forty eight hours, and exposure to
sunlight hastens the process. Believe me, Claire, you are fine. Perhaps,
But now that I know, now that I remember she closed her eyes
into fresh tear spilled down her cheek, I feel violated. I'm sorry,
Claire. Retrieving the memory of vampire encounters, especially when they involved an attack
like this, I'm afraid they're something of a blessing and the curse. It's
all right, sir. I wouldn't have had it any other way. My
god, though, to think I was working for her, serving her like
a slave. She could have told me to do anything, and I I
you would have done it. It wouldn't have mattered who you were. Once
a person's been deeply fascinated like that, they'll obey their master without question.
I would have killed Oh, yes, if that was her instruction. Oh
Jesus Claire put her hand to her mouth. I feel sick. Coleridge sprang
from his chair and grabbed his litterbin. He ran around to Claire and thrust
it at her, but she raised her hand to stop him. It's okay,
she said, with a faint smile. It's passing. Coleradge said nothing,
but inwardly sighed with relief to know his office wouldn't be smelling a vomit
for weeks to come. He put his bin back down on the floor and
to face her. Okay, then, if you're feeling up to it,
I'd like to go over what you've just told us. Yes, of course,
I'm all right. Would you like a coffee? Maybe something stronger?
He tapped the lid of the bottle of whiskey on his desk. No,
but maybe some water water? Yes. Coleridge went over to a filing cabinet,
on top of which was a jug of water and three glasses. He
poured Claire a glass and handed it to her. Then he picked up the
notepad on which Valentine had been jotting down notes of Claire's account of what had
happened. Okay, he said, sitting down, So our vampire's name is
Lydia, you say she and her accomplice Cynthia, started using their real name
shortly after she fascinated you. Yes, Lydia felt there was no need to
go on with the aliases once I was in her power. No doubt she
thought you were hers were good. Interesting, that's something of a schoolboy error
on her part. Tell me, do you remember their faces well enough to
give us facial composites? Yes, definitely, I remember them both vividly good.
Okay, So the first thing Liddy asked you about then was the church
murder. Is that right? Yes? She was specifically interested in that,
I think because she was responsible for the other one, the girl in the
skip. She only mentioned that later, and when she did, it was
only to find out what, if any evidence we had. Okay, well,
we'll come to that in a minute. But when she asked you about
the church murder, can you tell me again what you told her? Yes,
she got straight to the point. She wanted to know if it was
the work of a vampire. I told her I thought it was, and
she asked me why I told her about the bite on the victim's neck.
The news seemed to disturb her, even though she must have expected it to
a degree. She and Cynthia then started talking about who it could be.
There was name they mentioned. I can't seem to remember when she wasn't addressing
me directly. It was like I was kind of turned off. Their voices
were there though, in the background, and there was a name Anderson.
No, No, it ended in something like good or Wood. Coleridge sat
forward, his face suddenly charged with interest. Underwood, Yes, yes,
that was it. They were discussing whether or not it could have been someone
called Underwood. I see, said Coleridge thoughtfully, as he scribbled a note
on the pad. Does that name mean anything to you? No, just
an educated guess. Coleridge finished writing and returned his full attention to Claire.
Did you hear them say anything about this Underwood? No, sir, It
wasn't clear. There were other names too, James Coleridge scribbled down a note,
Yes, anything specific about here Lydia was going to meet him. She
mentioned it a couple of times, reliving it just now. I felt it
was very important to her. Any idea what kind of meeting? Romantic business?
No. Claire watched Coleridge draw a question mark beside his note about James
pity go on. So when they finished talking, Lydia came back and wanted
to know what my next moves would be. That was when I told her
I was no longer on the case. That really annoyed her. She turned
back to Cynthia and started having a go at her for saying I was the
one in charge. They argued, but again, it was like I was
unplugged from it all. I know. Cynthia said that she'd seen me on
TV that day, but that's all I can remember. Yes, as we
thought, Cynthia must have seen an early news bulletin, but not the later
ones. If she had, she would have seen my statement, and they
almost certainly would have come after me instead. They still mighte sir. When
she asked her taken over the case, I told her it was you who'd
replaced me with Valentine. Did you tell any of your suspicions about our involvement
with the OCU? No? I only answered her direct questions, and she
didn't ask about that. Did you mention the OCU at all? No,
Sir. Coleridge considered a moment, then said, what about something called the
malleus? The what the malleus? Claire shook her head. No, Coleridge
nodded thoughtfully. Then possibly she doesn't know about us us being the OCU or
this Mallius both. The Malleus is or was an international order dedicated to wiping
vampires from the face of the earth. The OCU came about in the late
Victorian Age as a result of there being a number of high ranking police officials
in the London Order. Older vampires generally tend to be aware of the Mallius
and the OCU, which makes me wonder if Lydia isn't aware of them,
then maybe she isn't an older vampire after all. So you think she could
be as much of a newborn vampire as the one who committed the church murders.
Possibly yes, And if so, maybe both of these newborn vampires were
created by the same older vampire. But wouldn't that older vampire have been more,
I don't know, more cautious about letting to newborn vampires go off on
such a killing spree typically, Yes, Coleridge nodded, which is what makes
this all the more intriguing. Either their creator let them loose on the world
in this unprepared state because he wanted to bring the attention of the police and
the world's media upon his kind, and quite probably himself or these newborns simply
turned on their maker before he could educate them. Do vampires do that kill
their makers? We're certainly not typical behavior. Vampires usually only make other vampires
when they wish to take a mate, you know, love, sex and
that sort of thing. Maybe one of these newborns or both who were made
for that purpose, a love triangle. They aren't known for being happy ever
after. No indeed, but sir Lydia didn't seem to know who the other
vampire was or what they'd done at the church. M Yes, that's a
pity. You couldn't make out what she and Cynthia were saying when they went
talking to you. We could try to explore it in another hypnosis session,
but performing something of that depth is frankly beyond my abilities. We need to
enlist a skilled psychiatric professional. Do you know someone, Coleridge thought for a
moment. I've known people in the past, but I doubt any of them
are still practicing. Haven't needed anything like this for damn long time. Still,
I'm sure I can arrange something anyway. Let's return to your encounter with
Lydia. So once she knew that you weren't heading up the investigation, she
told you to move on Valentine to find out what he knew. Yes,
and when I said I couldn't do that because the case was nothing to do
with me anymore, she said I should use my feminine charm. Coleridge checked
the notes or shag him with vim and Gusto, as she later bought it.
Yes, well, at least it didn't come to that, eh,
said Carleridge with a smile. Claire lowered her head and covered her eyes with
her hand. Coleridge cursed himself for his insensitivity. Damn, I'm sorry,
Claire. I didn't mean to make light of the situation. It's okay,
sir, It's just Jesus. The things that she could have made me do,
and now knowing that I would have done them, it's just awful.
Then Claire looked up, her eyes suddenly full of fear. Oh my god,
she's going to phone me. When she calls me, don't worry,
Claire, you're safe. No, she's going to call me. She has
a trigger word, and when she says it, I'll tell her everything.
Yes, I know, that's what she said. But I've undone all that.
What was the word again, Beltane? He checked the note. No,
Beltran, is that right? Yes? I don't know what it means
to you, No, but we'll look into it. The important thing is
that when she does call, you've got nothing to fear. Okay, you
are completely removed from her power, and nothing she says to you over the
phone will change that. However, she doesn't need to know that. What
when she calls you, you will do everything she says exactly as if you
were still under her fascination. But of course you won't be okay. But
what am I going to say to her? Something that will may go come
and pay you a second visit. I had a bad feeling you were going
to say that, sir, no doubt, but I think you'll agree that
it's an opportunity we can't ignore. So what do you have in mind?
Coleridge considered a moment, then said, Valentine is the key. Lydia knows
he's running the show. She's got you spying on him, trying to prize
information out of his head and feed it back to her. However, I
suspect that if she were given another opportunity to have the actual head of the
London vampire investigation under her spell. She'd grab it with both hands. Tell
me, did you tell her where you live? No, all she asked
for was my phone number. You're sure, absolutely good, So you tell
her you've tried to get information from Valentine on a professional level, but it
didn't work. So, as she suggested, you've used your feminine charms on
him and invited him for a romantic dinner at your place. However, when
the time comes, it won't be your place, it'll be a flat owned
by the met and we'll be waiting for her. So I'd tell her about
the dates, the time and place, and she'd come round while he was
there to fascinate him. That's the trap, yes, But what if she
doesn't. What if she says, fine, enjoy the date, pump him
for information and I'll call you tomorrow. Well, if she does, then
we'll have to come up with some false case information for you to have extracted
on the date, at which you can then pass on when she calls again.
Whatever that information is will also be part of a trap to ensnare her.
But we'll only time to put that plan together and she could call at
any minute. We need something we can use right now, and I can
get this romantic date of yours organized in thirty minutes. All right, But
it's dark outside. Now. What if she calls before you're ready? What
if she wants to know where I am right now? Tell her that's what
you do if you were in her power. And if she wants me to
go somewhere to meet her, then you go with me and a number of
other officers in close pursuit. Don't worry, Claire, You're going to have
better protection than the queen until we catch this monster. We look after our
own here at the OCU. Claire frowned our own. But sir, I'm
not OCU. I'm assuming you still want to be though, Unless that was
Lydia influencing you to say that you were keen on joining us. Oh no,
sir, that was me, And yes, yes, I still want
to very much good. I promised your late father I'd keep you safe from
these monsters, Claire, and until now that's meant concealing both them and the
unit from you. I hope he'd understand that now, since they found you,
anyway, the surest way of keeping you safe from them is by equipping
you with a knowledge and the means to fight them yourself. He extended his
hand across the table to her. Welcome to the Occult Crimes Unit, Inspector
Redmond, and may God defend you. David ran between the rails that shone
like parallel streams of silver and the lights from the train behind him. They
melted into darkness a short distance ahead, but in that distance he was able
to see how the tunnel curved gradually around to the left. He ran on,
the shouts and cries of people on the platform growing fainter beneath the sound
of his feet crunching on sleeper stones. The light grew fainter too, and
soon he was in near total darkness. There was a red signal light up
ahead. He walked towards it, and as his eyes adjusted to the dark,
it provided him with enough light to see the tracks. When he reached
the light, he stopped. Damo. He called, listen, if you're
here, please talk to me. I don't know how long it's going to
be before they come after me, and there's no way I can go any
further than this without stumbling onto a live riyal. He listened for a response,
but none came. Are you there? Look? I know what's happened
to you. I know what you are, but I'm not the only one
Underwood's people. The Sect they told me they wanted to help you, and
I don't know. Maybe they do, but that business back there in the
station, one of their guys was following me. You spotted him, but
I had no idea he was there, or the cop for that matter.
But the Sect guy, Glover, he said something, and well, I
guess I don't if I can trust them after all. Shit, man,
they drugged me and held me captives. What the fuck am I talking about?
No? I don't trust them, and nor should you. Glover said
something about someone that was going to judge you for what you'd done. What
that is? The London murders, the murder of my girlfriend? I don't
know. I just Jesus dam. I'm sorry, man, I'm so fucking
sorry for what's happened to you. If I could go back in time and
have it happened to me instead of you, I would. He listened for
a reply, but the only sound was the eerie, hollow sigh of the
breeze moving through the tunnel. Are you even here. Am I just talking
to myself? Demo's voice came from out of the darkness. What do you
mean the murder of your girlfriend? David looked to where he thought the voice
was coming from, searching the dark for a sign of his friend Lisa.
My girlfriend. She was attacked by a vampire. They left her tide to
a chair to wait for me. They wanted me to be a first meal.
And you thinked app was me. To be honest, I don't know.
You've certainly got good reason to want to hurt me. I mean,
everything that's happened to you is because you saved me from Lydia. I thought
it was Underwood at first, but he's dead dead. The sound of stones
crunching underfoot as Demo came a few steps closer Underwood. Yeah, he was
destroyed, burnt up by the sun on a roof of La Fantasia. He
took Lydia with him. A few footsteps more and Demo emerged into the pool
of red light. How do you know were there? No? But I
went up there straight after him. His ashes, hers, they were all
around, along with shoes, pieces of burnt clothing, his watch. But
you didn't actually see them die. No, but he's dead. I mean,
there was no way he could have survived that. So then why is
this stuff coming here? You know about that? Jesus, why I came
here. I had a vague hope he could help me him or you.
But I guess that was as deaf as it sounds. It's not daf damo.
It was a reasonable idea, yeah, but the wrong one all the
same, right, Dave reluctantly, David nodded, Yeah, see, you
still haven't said, boy Underwood, stuff is coming here? What's in his
will? Apparently? I don't know. That's what they told me anyway.
Who told you? The sect? Yeah, the people you just said you
don't trust. Look, I know, I shit. David clasped his head.
I don't know what to believe anymore. All I know for sure is
that Lisa is dead and you and I are alive. What. I hate
to be splitting hairs with your Dave, but I don't think I really fit
that category anymore. So it's true, then you really are? Yeah,
I really am. Oh shit, I am so sorry. I don't worry
about it. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. And for the record, no,
it wasn't me that did that to her. I'm seeing the relief on
David's face. He added, But before you go to thinking I'm some vampire
in a white hat and shine an armor, I did kill my own girlfriend
and two other people, including that priest in the papers. But you didn't
kill the girl in the skip. No, that was nothing to do with
me. I thought Underwood did the odd one, but now you see he's
dead. Yeah. The Sect think that the other vampires like you, someone
infected in Spain during Underwood's recent activity. But they also told me that there's
a whole load of other vampires out there from what they call other bloodlines,
which basically means vampires who aren't connected to Underwood by blood. They say that
these other bloodlines and Underwoods bloodline have some kind of code whereby they don't kill
each other or people like my family, the guardians that serve vampires. But
I don't know, maybe there's a vampire out there with a grievance against my
family that doesn't give a shit about the code. And now the Underwood's gone,
they're out of settle scores, which is why they attacked Lisa. But
the Sect don't buy that. No, they said, no one would break
the code. It's like a law for them. We want to know what
I think? Yeah, of course I think the Royd if not a vampire,
had a beef with you, flinches, he could have wiped out the
lot of years any time over the last fifty years while Underwood's been in Spain
hybernating shit. They could have put a match to Underwood's house and burned him
alive and all. But they didn't, did they. So maybe this cold
thing is as big a deal as they say it is. So then who
does that leave? I don't know. You tell me, well, it's
got to be someone else from Spain, hasn't it. Maybe someone who survived
La Fantasia. How many people did Underwood get his tea thing too? There?
No, damo. Everybody else died, the Russians and the Serbs for
sure Lydia and Underwood. They died on the roof. Underwood killed Miguel,
and you and I well, let's just say we're accounted for. Did you
see Miguel die? Well? Kind of yeah, kind of. In other
words, no, So that makes Tree presumed dead but none confirmed. Underwood,
Lydia and Miguel. Have you checked hospital records? No, Jesus,
Lydia and Underwood were just ashes, and Miguel would have been a John dar
in a body bag. I saw him and me would have da in common,
wouldn't we? And look how I turned out. Listen, Dave,
you gotta go online and check hospital records. I don't know the name of
the hospital I was taken to, but whichever one it was, I'll bet
you that that's where they took Miguel and all. Check for the John Doe
was bought in on the night of the shooting. And when you find them,
you'll see the least one of them me went missing. Actually, see
there's any reports of murdered hospital employee. That was my first killing. I'm
afraid, but it'll marrow it down for you. And when you find out
hospital, Oh, it'll bet you any money you like that another John Doe
went walk about an all Miguel. Yeah, but don't limit your suspicions to
him. He wasn't the only one you didn't see died at night. You
still think it could be Underwood. Look put it this way, Dave,
Why does a dead man need to move house? And don't tell me it's
in his will? Well, they the sex lawyers. They say that sometimes
he does this, he dies and he comes back again years later. Oh,
oh, Betty does no. No, I know what you're thinking.
I thought that as well. But what about Lydia? Lydia? No,
why the fucking art because she can't have I saw the ashes Demo. A
beam of light raked through the darkness behind David. Demo jumped aside with preternatural
speed and slid into an alcove in the wall of the tunnel. Had turned
back to see the silhouettes of four men with headlights on climbing down onto the
tracks. Two of them carried flashlights, the beams of which revealed that the
other two carried compact submachine guns. What they look like they mean business,
Dave, I reckon, they think you're packing. Listen, do me a
favor, will you. They know you're in here, but not me.
Let's keep it that way, hey, David nodded, Sure, but what
will you do? Don't worry about me. I'll be all right. I've
got a system now, so it won't be killing anybody else. There was
no time to ask what that system might be. Okay, but how are
we going to meet again? Probably best if we don't things being what they
are. Good luck, Dave, and remember, if you didn't see them
die, don't be surprised if they turn up and bite you on the ass.
It wasn't funny, it was terrifying, but David grinned all the same.
Then he raised his hands above his head and started toward the flashlight beams
swinging back and forth ahead of him. When they shouted at him to halt
and get down, he complied, listening as he did to the sound of
Damo's fast retreating footsteps fading away into the tunnel behind him. And so David
returns to the clutches of the police. DCI Redmond joins the OCU Demo is
safe in the underground, and Lydia is still at large to bite David on
the ars. Part two of our story is nearing its conclusion. Listeners,
so join me next time for the finale of Underwooden Flinch Season four. The
music you're listening to is Ahmad Armah by Faryajad from the album and Bruiser Volume
four, Godess of Taranay Records and our good friend FAA's Al Malud. You
can buy the track from Amazon or iTunes or stream it from Spotify, YouTube
Music, Google Music, Apple Music, etc. Etc. And so there
we are, my friends, season four, Episode sixteen, and I hope
you enjoyed it. That's all from me for this week. My thanks to
everyone who left comments at Spotify podcasts. It was a pleasure to read them
and to get your feedback on the episodes. And if you you Spotify podcast
and why not check out the comments for yourself, and hey, maybe leave
one of your own. If not on my content, then on that of
one of the other podcasts that you listen to, because I think I can
speak for everybody everywhere who makes these you know, little audio recordings for your
amusement that we really appreciate hearing from you. It makes it feel more like
a two way process, you know, like you're not just talking to yourself,
which you obviously are at the time of recording, but you know,
it's nice to get that kind of feedback from people a bit later. But
anyway, yeah, Rhubarb rue Barb. I'll be back next Wednesday with the
last episode of season four, So do make a date in your diary,
get the brandy and cigars, and join me for what I hope will be
a finale to remember, but from me for now, until the moon rises
again over Underwood and Flinch, take care and farewell.