Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 21

“Can’t be, she’s a great cook. All Italians are.”

“Kendal, spare me the grief. Find the bum. Seeing how you were Patrick’s goal last time, I
think it might be wise if you have your family move to a secret location.”
“Sending a cop to my house might be just as good.”

“I’ll consider your request. In the mean time inform Marg to pack, and Kendal, watch your
back. When you have a chance I want a report on how the screwball firebug escaped. On second
thought, I’ll ring the mental joint the moment I hang up. I want to know how this crap could
possibly happen. Someone’s head will roll for this.”

Kendal dropped the mobile phone back in his pocket. Claire stared at him.

“What?”
“I’m on Hughes’ side,” stated Claire. “Ring Marg and tell her to pack a suitcase for her and
the kids.”

“I disagree. Patrick won’t go to my house. It’s too dangerous. A surprise attack is more on the
table. I can’t believe revenge is the only reason someone wanted to spring a pyromaniac out of a
mental institution. There has to be more to this equation? We have to discover what it is, and we
need to find out, now. We’ll start by discovering exactly how the escape was achieved.”
Burrows led the way to the maintenance door.

“Surprise, surprise,” chirped Kendal, opening the door. “It’s not locked.” He glared at the
guard, shook his head and stepped through the cavity.

A narrow plank was suspended from the steel beams which made up the frame of the roof.
Ten large steps from the maintenance door the group found a second and third knotted rope.
Kendal pushed open the manhole cover and looked through into the cubicle of the clothes shop.

Allowing the rope to fall, he discovered all three were long enough to reach the floor.
“Gotcha,” Kendal mumbled.
“Perfect escape,” whispered Claire, looking down at the floor.

“Partner, I think it’s time to visit the mental institution.”

Kendal parked the unmarked police car at the stairs of the mental institution. The building
looked ultra modern, while the manicured garden beds full of flowering bushes was of no
consequence to the two detectives.

Claire and Kendal bounded up the stairs two at a time. Stepping through the opening glass
sliding doors, a guard met the two visitors head on.

“I’ve no time for games,” barked Kendal, sweeping the stocky man to one side.
Claire flashed her police badge as she walked past the gobsmacked guard.
“We need to talk to the head of this institution and I need to see her, now. I’m not in the
calmest of moods so I demand you tell me where the woman hides when she’s here?” jeered
Kendal.
“I’ll have to see if Ms. Tarskney is available?” stammered the guard.
A young secretary sitting at a desk typing on a computer keyboard looked up when she heard
the angry ruckus. Her eyes bore the resemblance of a victim in a horror movie.
Spying an office door, Kendal swept the guard from his path for the second time and marched
up to the desk.
“Is the head poncho hiding in the office I’m pointing at?”
Kendal didn’t wait for the young secretary to answer before marching to the office door.
Twisting the doorknob he shouldered the door and marched into the room. Claire followed, closing
the door in her wake.
“Excuse me,” yelled a middle-aged woman standing.

Three men representing the media also stood, facing the intrusion. Behind the two detectives,
the guard pushed the door open. The office quickly filled. People were yelling over each other
trying to be heard. The media were trying to record what was happening over the mayhem.
“Everyone out,” yelled the woman. “My office isn’t the grandstand at a football game.” Her

light grey uniform looked official. Her face instantly changed from business like to murderous.
Kendal stood military style wearing a chilled expression.

“How can anyone be so stupid as to allow a mental patient to go shopping?” he yelled in the
lull of the noise.
“I resent the tone in your voice,” barked the woman.
“I repeat the question.”
“Thank you for spewing the news to the media.” The woman pushed her hands onto her hips,
glaring. Her eyes were darker than storm clouds.
Kendal didn’t back off. He intended to inform the woman his blood was boiling.