Shopaholic to the Rescue
I am so excited that Becky is back in the shops! In the past Becky has run home to her family when times have got tough but this time it is Becky to the rescue.
I had so much fun writing this latest adventure, taking Becky, Suze, Minnie and everyone on a great American roadtrip to save their loved ones – I hope you enjoy reading it too!
Love, Sophie xx
To Las Vegas . . . and beyond!
Becky Brandon (nee Bloomwood) is on a major rescue mission! Hollywood was full of surprises, and now she’s on a road trip to Las Vegas to help her friends and family.
She’s determined to get to the bottom of why her dad has mysteriously disappeared, help her best friend Suze and even bond with long-time enemy Alicia Bitch Long-legs (maybe…).
As Becky discovers just how much her friends and family need help, she comes up with her biggest, boldest, most brilliant plan yet! So can she save the day when they need her most?
‘OK,’ says Luke calmly. ‘Don’t panic’
Don’t panic? Luke is saying ‘Don’t panic’? No. Nooooo. This is all wrong. My husband never says ‘Don’t panic’. If he’s saying ‘Dont’s panic,’ then what he really means is: ‘There’s every good reason to panic’.
God, now I’m panicking.
Lights are flashing and the police siren is still sounding. All I can think are wild random thoughts like, ‘Do handcuffs hurt?’ and ‘Who shall I call from my jail call?’ and ‘Are the jumpsuits allorange?’
A policeman is heading towards our hired Class C 26′ motorhome. (Blue gingham drapes, flowery upholstery, ‘six beds’, although ‘bed’ is an exaggeration, try ‘six skinny mattresses plonked on planks of wood’.) He’s one of those cool-looking American policemen with mirror shades and a tan and he looks very scary. My heart starts to thump and I automatically start searching around for a hiding place.
OK, maybe this is a slight overreaction. But I’ve always been nervy around policemen, ever since I smuggled six pairs of dollies’ shoes out of Hamleys, ages five, and a policeman came up to me and boomed, ‘What have you got there, young lady?’ and I nearly jumped out of my skin. He was admiring my helium balloon, it turned out.
(We sent the dollies’ shoes back in a padded envelope after Mum and Dad found them, with a letter of apology which I wrote myself. And then Hamleys wrote back and said ‘Don’t worry’ very nicely. I think that’s the first time I relized that writing a letter is actually a very good way to get yourself out of a tricky situation.)
‘Luke!’ I muttered urgently. ‘Quick! Are we supposed to bribe them? How much cash have we got?’
‘Becky,’ says Luke patiently. ‘I said, don’t panic. There’ll be a perfectly good reason why they’ve pulled us over.’
‘Should we all get out?’ says Suze.
‘I say we stay in the vehicle,’ says Janice, sounding edgy. ‘I say we act perfectly normal as though we’ve got nothing to hide.’
‘We have got nothing to hide,’ says Alicia, sounding exasperated. ‘Everyone needs to relax.’
‘They’ve got guns!’ says Mum wildly, peering out of the window. ‘Guns, Janice!’
‘Jane, please calm down!’ says Luke. ‘I’ll go and talk to them.’
He gets out of the RV and the rest of us look around at one another anxiously. I’m travelling with my best friend Suze, my very much un-best friend Alicia, my daughter Minnie, my mum and her best friend Janice. We’re on our way to Las Vegas from LA and already we’ve argued about the air conditioning, the seating arrangements and whether Janice should be allowed to play Celtic pipes to calm her nerves. (Answer: no. Five votes to one.) It’s a tad fraught, this road trip, and we’ve only been going for two hours. And now this.
I watch as the cop approaches Luke and starts talking.
‘Doggie!’ says Minnie, pointing out of the window. ‘Big, big, bigdoggie.’
A second cop has come up to Luke, with an intimidating-looking police dog. It’s a German shepherd and is sniffing around Luke’s feet. Suddenly it looks up at the RV and barks.
‘Oh God!’ Janice emits an anguished cry. ‘I knew it! It’s the narcotics squad! They’re going to sniff me out!’
‘What?‘ I turn to stare at her. Janice is a middle-aged lady who like flower arranging and doing people’s make-up in lurid shades of peach. What does she mean, ‘sniff her out’?
‘I’m sorry to have to tell you, everybody . . . ‘ she gulps dramatically. ‘But I have illicit drugs about my person.’
For a moment, nobody moves. My brain is refusing to compute these two elements. Ilicit drugs? Janice?
‘Drugs?‘ Mum exclaims. ‘Janice, what are you talking about?’
‘For jetlag,’ Janice moans. ‘My doctor was so unhelpful, I had to resort to the internet. Annabel at the bridge club gave me the website, but it had a disclaimer: ‘May be prohibited in certain countries.’ And now that dog will sniff them out and we’ll get hauled in for questioning – ‘
She breaks off at the sound of frenzied barking. I have to admit, the police dog seem quite keen on coming over to the RV. It’s pulling on its leash and yelping and the policeman keeps looking down at it in irritation.
‘You bought prohibited drugs?’ Suze explodes. ‘Why would you do that?’
‘Janice, you’re going to jeopardize the whole trip!’ Mum souds apoplectic. ‘How could you bring Class A drugs into America?’
‘I’m sure they’re not Class A,’ I say, but Mum and Janice are too hysterical to listen.
‘Get rid of them!’ Mum is saying shrilly. ‘Now!’
‘Here they are.’ Janice takes two white packets out of her bag, her hands fumbling. ‘I never would have brought them if I’d known -‘
‘Well, what shall we do with the,?’ demands Mum.
‘Everyone swallow one blister pack,’ says Janice, pulling them out of the boxes in agitation. ‘That’s the only thing we can do.’
‘Are you nuts?’ retorts Suze furiously. ‘I’m not swallowing some unlicensed tablets from the internet!’
‘Janice, you have to dispose of them,’ says Mum. ‘Get out and scatter them by the side of the road. I’ll distract the police. No, we’ll all distract the police. Everybody out of the RV. Now!’
‘The police will notice!’ wails Janice.
‘No, the police won’t notice,’ says Mum firmly. ‘Do you hear me, Janice? The police won’t notice. Not if you’re quick.’
She opens the door of the RV and we all pile out into the already blazing hot day. We’re parked by the side of the freeway, with scratchy, scrubby desert stretching away on either side, as far as you can see.
‘Go on!’ Mum hisses to Janice.
As Janice picks her way over the dry ground, Mum bustles up to the policemen, Suze and Alicia in tow.
‘Jane!’ says Luke, looking taken aback to see her by his side. ‘It wasn’t necessary for you to get out.’ He shoots me a glance that says, What-the-hell-are-you-doing? and I shrug helplessly back.
‘Good morning, Officer,’ Mum says, addressing the first policeman. ‘I’m sure my son-in-law has explaned the situation. My husband has gone missing on a secret life-or-death mission.’
‘It’s not necessarily life or death.’ I feel the need to clarify.
Every time Mum uses the phrase ‘life or death’, I’m certain her blood pressure goes up. I keep trying to soothe her, but I’m not sure she wants to be soothed.
‘He’s in the company of Lord Cleath-Stuart.’ Mum continues, ‘and this is Lady Cleath-Stuart. They live in Letherby Hall, one of the top stately homes in England,’ she adds proudly.
‘That’s irrelevant!’ says Suze.
One of the cops takes off his sunglasses to survey Suze.
‘Like Downton Abbey? My wife is nuts for that show.’
‘Oh, Letherby is far better than Downton,’ says Mum. ‘You should visit.’
Out of the corner of my eye I notice Jaice, standing in her aqua floral two-piece, madly scattering pills behind a giant cactus. She could hardly be less discreet. But luckily the policemen are being distracted by Mum, who is now telling them about Dad’s note.
‘He left it on the pillow!’ she’s saying indignantly. ‘A “little trip” he’s calling it. What kind of a married man just ups and leaves on a “little trip”?’
‘Officers.’ Luke has been trying to get a word in. ‘Thank you for informing me about the taillight. Perhaps we could carry on with our journey now?’
There’s a short silence as the cops look consideringly at each other.
‘Don’t panic,’ says Minnie, looking up from where she’s been playing with her favourite dolly, Speaky. She beams up at one of the policemen. ‘Don’t panic.’
‘Sure thing.’ He beams at her. ‘Cute kid. What’s your name, honey?’
‘The police won’t notice,’ replies Minnie conversationally, and at once there’s a prickly silence. My stomach clenches tight and I don’t dare glance at Suze.
Meanwhile, the smile on the cop’s face has frozen. ‘I’m sorry, what did you say?’ he asks Minnie. ‘Notice what, sweetheart?’
‘Nothing!’ I say shrilly. ‘We’ve been watching TV, you know what children are like. . .’
‘There we are!’ Janice arrives by my side, breathless. ‘All done. Hello, Officers, what can we do to help you?’
The two cops look disconcerted to see yet another person joing the group.
‘Ma’am, where’ve you been?’ asks one.
‘I was behind the cactus. Call of nature,’ Janice adds, clearly proud of having a prepared answer.
‘Don’t you have facilities in the RV?’ says the light-haired cop.
‘Oh,’ says Janice, looking thrown. ‘Oh, goodness. I suppose we do.’ Her confidence melts away and her eyes dart about wildly. ‘Goodness. Um . . . well . . . in actual fact . . . I felt like a walk.’
The dark-haired cop folds his arms. ‘A walk? A walk behind a cactus?’
‘The police won’t notice,’ says Minnie to Janie confidingly, and Janice jumps like a scalded cat.
‘Minnie! Goodness, dear! Notice what? Ha ha ha!’
‘Can’t you shut that child up?’ says Alicia in a furious undertone.
‘It was a nature walk,’ Janice adds weakly. ‘I was admiring the cacti. Beautiful . . . um . . . prickles.’
‘Beautiful prickles’? Is that the best she could come up ith? OK, I’m never going on a road trip with Janice again. She looks totally uncool and guilty. No wonder the cops seem suspicious. (I’ll admit that Minnie hasn’t exactly helped.)
The policement are looking at each other meaningfully. Any minute now they’re going to say they’re bringing us in or calling the Feds. I have to do something, quick. But what? Think, think . . .
And then inspiration strikes.
‘Officer!’ I exclaim. ‘I’m so glad we’ve met, because I have a favour to ask. I have a young cousin who’d love to become a police officer and he’d be so grateful for an internship. Could he contact you? You’re Officer Kapinski . . .’ I get out my phone and start typing in the name, copying it off his badge. ‘Perhaps he could shadow you?’
‘There are official channels, ma’am,’ says Officer Kapinski discouragingly. ‘Tell him to look on the website.’
‘Oh, but it’s all about personal connections, isn’t it?’ I blink innocently at him. ‘Are you available tomorrow? We could meet ater work. Yes! We’ll be waiting for you outside the precinct.’ I take a step forward and Officer Kapinski back away. ‘He’s so talented and chatty. You’ll love him. So we’ll see you tomorrow, shall we? I’ll bring croissants, shall I?’
Officer Kapinski looks utterly freaked out.
‘You’re good to go,’ he mutters, and turns on his heel. Within about thirty seconds he, his colleague and the dog are back in the police car and zooming off.
‘Bravo, Becky!’ applauds Luke.
‘Well done, love!’ chimes in Mum.
‘That was close.’ Janice is trembling. ‘Too close. We need to be more careful.’
‘What is all this?’ says Luke, looking baffled. ‘Why did you get out of the RV?’
‘Janice is on the run from the narcs,’ I say, and almost want to giggle at his expression. ‘Look, I’ll explain on the road. Let’s get going.’