Croonford
Detectives Case 13: Doggy Business
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Detectives'
meeting place
Croonford
Almost immediately after the last case
"Feeling
alright?" Jennifer Thompson asked Lin Ling as they keyed in their code for
the digital door lock on their headquarters.
"Uh yeah,
just trying to get rid of the rest of the tape gag mark," she pointed to
the right side of her cheek.
" I tried
this cream, works miracles," Jenn handed her a new moisturiser. To Lin, a
science geek, most of the tape gag mark was scrubbed off. "That's
wonderful!"
"That was
a really embarrassing position you were in last time," Jenn added.
"Yeah,
I've joined the bound and gagged in my undies club," Lin laughed and noted
she had to catch up as Jenn stated she experienced that twice. Just then,
Michelle Summers appeared and her fellow girl detectives each gave their
no-longer-grounded friend a deep hug.
"I don't
know how you suddenly appeared right after me," Jenn raised her
eyes. Chelle explained it was pure luck she spotted Jenn far away as she
too rented a bicycle after she alighted from the train station. She also
received Mark's update on where the carnival trucks were headed but her phone battery
died that instant. She was delayed by traffic, nevertheless spotted Jenn
jumping onto the first truck and cutting a hole on the tarp. Chelle also
managed to jump in just in time to tackle the kidnapper. "You really
fought well and used Lin's device to trap him. If not, I thought I would also
definitively be another kidnappee," Jenn remarked.
"Well
yeah, you went in first," Chelle smiled. "Must be all the gymnastics
training I hated as a child."
"Must the
ballet classes I was forced to sign up when young," Jenn added.
"Hey,
you're using of my fishing net gives me an idea to convert it into
device," Lin added and also was thankful they retrieved all other gadgets
this time. Mark then entered, nearly banging his head on the door frame.
"Hi all, what did I miss?"
"Oh, just
some girly talk," Lin lied. "So, what's next?"
"Next is
to smoke out Molly Peacock. She for sure was the Cat's henchwoman who nearly
got me and Lin killed." Jenn replied.
"I thought
you wanted a non-detective and restful summer break," Lin pointed out.
"I do when
I get Molly. Here's my idea," she outlined it, noting Mark's muscular
build could be of assistance.
Croonford School
Drama Club meeting room
A Day later
The junior
drama team meeting ended with the students discussing which plays they would
perform when school reopened and there was a series of votes for the junior
leadership. Jenn easily was voted as Vice President, Harriet or Hattie Coy got
props director with Bethan Morgan as her assistant while Molly Peacock was
voted as assistant secretary with the smallest majority.
As the students
closed the meeting, Jenn immediately discussed her last few adventures with
Hattie and Bethan. "That was a wild time you had in Coventry," Bethan
remarked.
"Indeed.
But not as scary as being bound and gagged half-naked and the structures around
me being demolished."
"Have the
coppers found those thugs who nearly killed you?" Hattie asked
"Yeah,
they’re closing in. Our detective team also has some strong evidence on one
girl who might be part of it," Jenn ensured Molly was in earshot when she
said that.
Detectives'
meeting place
Just after an hour and half later
The summer sun
was naturally blazing down and everything else seemed normal. Just then, a
dark-clothed figure with a hood with Cat whiskers painted on the front
approached the opening hatch. Just as the figure eyed the keypad, a low pitch
came and a net tightly covered the figure, who immediately cried out. Another
figure darted and grab the would-be intruder into the converted caravan.
The netted and
grabbed person kept crying out but the stronger figure dumped the person on the
chair and gaffer tape was wound around the dark-clothed figure's wrists. Torn
cloth was wound around the person's ankles.
"Pretty
good binding," Chelle remarked, having experience in being trussed up.
"Let me
go!" the figure shouted as Mark held her down. The voice gave away the
identity and Jenn yanked away the hood.
"Molly! I
knew it was you! You're part of the Cat's gang who nearly left me and Lin for
dead! Chelle and Lin during Halloween!"
The red-haired
girl stared at her childhood friend then burst out crying. "Jenn, I love
you but then you became so much smarter and better than me by twelve, look you
got voted as VP of the junior drama club and I couldn't stand the jealously..."
Molly burst out crying and begged the team to let her go.
"No!"
Jenn called. "First, you answer, were you one of those who kept strip me
to my underwear, trussed and gagged me and Lin up and nearly got us killed by
wrecking balls?!"
"I don't
know..." Molly's tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Who's the
Cat girl! Who's the other accomplice! Tell us!" This cry came from Chelle
but the red-haired girl fell silent. "I know what will make her talk. Keep
her there," Jenn ordered and headed out to the garden. She returned
quickly and a spider was soon crawling across Molly’s arm.
"Please,
no! Get it off! I don't know, one day I was contacted by a strange number and
soon enough the person paid her cash - I never got to see his or her face and
the voice was masked. I was provided with this outfit. I had no idea what she
was planning to do to you and Lin Ling I just had to follow as ordered. It
wasn't me at Halloween! Please, get this spider off! It's going to bite
me!!!"
The trio and
Mark looked at each other and silently agreed she was telling the truth. Jenn
finally pulled the spider off with a tissue, hit it and threw it in the
dustbin. "Aw, it's not poisonous, right Lin?" The science geek nodded
and Molly’s fear partly subsided.
"What...what
are you going to do to me?!" She was wailing now.
"Shut
up," Jenn grabbed a nearby cloth and stuffed it in Molly's mouth.
"That's far better than the ultra-sticky gag I received! And at least
you're clothed!" The young detectives shifted away to privately discuss
and decided to let the authorities deal with her. Molly was freed and Jenn and
Lin personally brought her to their ally, Detective Inspector Nicola 'Nikki'
Heath. "That was pretty a pretty fast move you made after Lin shot out her
latest gadget," Michelle patted his back.
"All from
my rugby training. Say would you like to grab a cup of coffee and snack? We
should talk to get to know more about each other."
"I've to
head home now. What about dinner at my home some time?" Chelle wondered
then if she could meet the challenge she just made.
"Done."
Thompson’s
residence
Jenn in her
room was just about to relax reading a book when her mother called me from the
front patio. "Jennifer, could you come down here a moment please?"
Jenn headed
down and greeted. "Oh, hello Mrs. Harrow."
Mrs. Martha
Harrow was one of the Thompson's neighbours with her competition prize-winning
Poodle Maximus Augustus, known affectionately as Max. She was surprisingly
actively for a woman of 66 and Jenn often saw her out walking Max.
"Jennifer,"
Mrs. Harrow started. "I was hoping you might be able to do me a
favour."
"What
would that be?"
"Well, you
see I have to go out of town for around a week. My twin sister Aggie has to go
into hospital for a hip operation and she's going to be laid up for a few weeks
and her children who were supposed to be looking after have gone overseas for
holidays, silly folks, and won't be back till next also in a week. So, I'm
going down to stay by her side. The problem is Aggie lives outside Oxford and I
can't bring a dog to the hospital or leave him at my sister's home uncared for.
You've always been fond of Max."
"Yes of
course I'm very fond of Max, He's a wonderful dog." This was the truth.
"So, could
you care for darling Max for me while I'm away? Walk him twice a day, feed him
every evening, bath him every other night and brush his coat daily. I'll show
you how now."
"Please
Jennifer, it would mean so much and I'll double your allowance for this
month," this came from her mother.
Jenn then
guessed it also was a way to keep her busy away from anymore detective work or
adventures but agreed to. She headed over and Mrs Harrow called.
"Max! Come
here boy! Come and say hello to Jennifer."
Max appeared
behind her wagging his tail, he really was the most beautiful black poodle, his
coat neatly trimmed but not clipped. Sitting down in front of her he raised his
right paw politely and they shook hands.
"I usually
take him out for about 20-30 minutes in the morning depending on the weather
and at least an hour in the early evening, before it gets dark. I feed him at
7pm in the evenings. He has normal dog food from the bags over there but you'll
have to bring him back here for his meals, for some funny reason he won't eat
anywhere else but this kitchen. I'll leave you a spare key."
"That's interesting,”
Jenn noted, tickling Max's ear.
"You'll
also find a dog bath in the kitchen,” Mrs. Harrow continued." Max has to
be bathed every other day it's best to do it when you get back from his evening
walk. He's fairly tired after his exercise and less stubborn."
"Has Max
had his walk today?"
"Not his
main walk, I was waiting for you. I thought you might like to come with
us."
"Come on
then. Max, walking time!"
Max didn't need
to be told twice, he leapt to his feet so quickly it made her jump. Mrs. Harrow
handed Jenn a choke chain and I slipped it round the poodle's neck. They took
Max out to some open fields and let him off his lead to run free for a while.
Mrs. Harrow made very clear to me when it was safe to let Max off its lead.
Eventually when Max tired himself out, they headed back.
"Okay,
Jennifer," Mrs. Harrow continued. "Why don't you grab the bath and
I'll show you how to bathe Max. It's a precise mix of hot and cold, you don't
want to scold Max but the water mustn't get cold too quickly either."
Once the water
temperature was fine, Mrs. Harrow called Max, he stepped up to the bathtub and
climbed in without a fuss, sitting down in the water. The poodle didn't seem
bothered in the slightest, in fact if anything he seemed to be enjoying it.
Then she scooped up some of the bath water in the pitcher and rinsed him down.
"Why don't
you try it now?" She suggested. Jenn did and the elderly neighbour praised
her as a natural.
Later on, Jenn
received a flurry of WhatsApp messages. 'Did you really have to get poor
Molly arrested?' This came from her drama club colleagues. 'Well, if you
knew who restrained, gagged you and nearly got you smashed to bits, what would
you do?' She typed back. Molly was indeed taken in for a long interrogation
but as with the teen detectives, she couldn't reveal any information regarding
the Cat. Still, she was suspended from school for at least the next term and
booked into a Secure children’s home for re-training her psychologically. 'Congrats
on becoming a dog walker for the summer,' this came from Chelle and Lin,
the former stating she was allergic to such dog's fur yet fine meeting Jenn
with Max. Lin had no such trouble.
Two days
later
“Come on boy!”
Jenn called to Max, putting on a pair of white trainers. Walk time!” The poodle
leapt to attention, waiting patiently while she slipped the choke chain over
his head.
“Shall we head
in a new direction?” she asked. “The park? The fields?”
As if in
answer, Max pulled at his lead and barked twice towards the direction. The park
was a great choice as it held a stall that sold ice creams and cold drinks that
she loved. As she headed towards it, the stall owner Doug greeted her but waved
his hand, stating he didn't want any pets near his stall. Sighing, she found a
'for pets' stand, patted Max and tied his leashed there, hoping he wouldn't
make a mess. Jenn bought her favourite, freshly squeezed fruit drink and was
sucking the ice cubes from the bottom when she heard a commotion. Turning
around, she saw two new pets at the pets stand but no black poodle was anywhere
to be seen.
"Max!
Max!" She called but there was no familiar bark. Jenn queried the nearest
folks but only received 'sorry luv' or 'haven't seen any dog, darling,' in
reply. She dropped the remains of her drink in a nearby bin and ran wildly,
then spotted four taller boys, with one holding on to Max, now with a muzzle
on.
"Hey,
that's my dog! Give him back!" It wasn't really her dog but Jenn didn't
care to correct herself.
"I see no
'this is my dog, signed shorty,'" the dog handler shouted back.
"It is and
doesn't belong to you!" Jenn immediately hated this childish argument yet
she wasn't thinking straight this time.
"It will
be if you pay more than we're paid. Get shorty away lads!" he yelled and
two others ran and pinned her down. Instead of naturally screaming, she reached
into her pocket and activated the siren that Lin made a while back.
"Bloody
hell, she've an anti-rape alarm!" The boys scattered and Jenn ran after
the dog handler but only tripped and scratched her knees. A jogger kindly
picked her up and looking around, the dognaper was out of sight.
"No..." she wailed out like then she heard a call. "Hey, dear,
is this your dog?”
Jenn looked
straight a saw a homeless man gesturing with his only army and there was Max,
tied to a bench.
“Oh yes, it is,
thank you sir,” she said and freed the poodle from the muzzle and re-attached
the leash to her wrist. The homeless just said the dognaper let go of Max
and he managed to coax the dog toward him. As a sign of gratitude, Jenn gave
him a £5.
"Oh, we’ve
heard of the lot. We'll increase patrols and get 'em," the Police
Constable nodded but didn't bother to take note what Jenn heard - the gang was
deliberately paid to kidnap Max. The PC and his colleague left and she caught
up with Chelle and Lin, recounting what occurred.
"Aw, who
would want to snatch this cute dog," Lin patted Max on his head. The
poodle immediately brightened up and licked her hand in reply.
"I don't
know how much and he's just an ordinary dog," Jenn replied. The others
wondered and Jenn shared what she knew about Max since she saw him as a young
girl. Chelle suddenly asked to leave early.
"Where's
she headed to?" Jenn wondered.
"Oh,
probably to her boyfriend," Lin answered, emphasising on the last word.
That was the
truth; Chelle had invited Mark around for dinner at her place but she hadn't
planned the menu for the evening! Coincidentally, she found herself in Waitrose
but most of the prices were above her allowance even with the awards she
received for her detective work. Deep fried and fatty food is out, definitely
for a sportsman, too posh an ingredient wouldn't represent her...Chelle turn
the aisle and settled on two pieces of organic rump steak. "Cooking for
the parents, luv?" She nodded in response to the cashier.
Chelle
intentionally picked this evening as her mother brought her sister down to
London to see a musical and meet up with her father. There was a warning not to
involve herself in risky adventure, well a dinner date hardly would be one, she
guessed. All the other ingredients were at home but steak meant she had to cook
it just after he arrived. In her room, she had another challenge, what to wear.
After much searching and ruffling, she settled on a dark blue knee-length
dress, remembering to put an apron on.
"Evening
Chelle," Mark arrived exacted at 7pm, handing her a box of assorted
biscuits and a deep kiss on her lips.
"Welcome
to the Summers home. Hope steak is fine for you, how would you like your steak
done?" Hearing 'medium-rare,' Chelle presented one medium-rare and her
medium steak along with pan-fried potatoes and long beans. A quick bite show
that she failed to rest the steak long enough and Chelle's face immediately
showed sorrow. "It's fine and edible," Mark consoled her. As they
ate, they chatted about books, films and music. They found commonality in old
war films like Where Eagles Dare, some Terry Pratchett novels
Mrs.
Harrow's kitchen
The same time
Jenn was
clearing up the remains of the dog food when she noticed Max tense up. He
raised his head, his ears pointed straight up and let out a low growl.
"What is
it boy?" Jenn asked. Then, soft sounds came from back, he let out another
low growl and started barking continuously. The bushes rustled again and she
heard footsteps running across the concrete path on Mrs. Harrow's back garden.
"Who's
there?" Jenn called, switching on all lights and as she peered through the
window only to notice dark-clothes figures run into a van which sped off.
Mark and Chelle
finished discussing the latest series of Line of Duty when they switched to
music and found they both enjoyed the British funk and acid jazz band
Jamiroquai. Chelle remarked she had CDs in her room and he offered to clean up.
Soon, Jay Kay's vocals filled her room and they held each other tightly as they
danced to 'Virtual Insanity' and 'Canned Heat.' Just as they both sang along to
another hit, 'Little L,' Chelle's shoulder straps fell. What the couple didn't
know was they were being photographed far away.
An eatery
The next morning
"What
happened?!" Lin exclaimed to her classmate over English breakfast.
"It was an
accidental wardrobe malfunction, ok? It just took some sewing to get the zip
fixed."
"Oooh,
what colour undies were you in?"
"Lin..."
"Chelle
and Mark, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
First comes love, then comes a fallen dress..."
"Stop,
stop!" Chelle looked around then lowered her voice. "It was a normal
white pair alright? I pulled and sewed up my zip fast..."
"Yeah,
yeah," Lin replied, enjoying what she heard. "Well, want to join Jenn
as she walks her threatened dog this afternoon?" Chelle replied she
couldn't as she had to help her mother with the gardening. "Excuses,
excuses, love bird," Lin replied as the parted, not knowing their
conversation was taped.
Jenn recounted
the mysterious van to Lin and asked if she examined the dog muzzle placed on
Max by the gang. "Only the initials S. T." Lin replied and Jenn
raised her eyes, stating those were part licence plate of the van she saw.
"Oh, nice dress. Do you always dress up for walks?"
"My name
is Bond, Jane Bond," she joked, smoothing down her summer floral dress.
Everything appeared normal until they turned a corner and a van sped up. The doors
at the back of the van opened and three individuals got out, all dressed in
black, including black balaclavas that hid their faces.
Before either
girl could react, they were dragged into the van along with Max in a rapid
move, the doors slammed shut and the vehicle accelerated away.
"Let go of
the dog! Let go!" A female voice yelled at Jenn. She refused and Max
barked rapidly and leapt forward but the masked woman had a pole with nooses on
the end. This was used for capturing and controlling animals. The thug was too
quick for Max and as the dog was trapped, a dart shot out into his neck and Max
collapsed unconscious. Meanwhile, Lin had tackled one of the two others who
yelled, “Get off me yon silly wee lassie!” he cursed in a thick Glaswegian
accent. He yelled to his colleagues to help and a new voice yelled.
“Honestly, I
sometimes wonder why I employ you imbecilic cretins, a trio of trained monkeys
would give me less trouble. Get her under control!"
With the one
who stunned Max holding Jenn with her arms, the other two managed to subdue
Lin. The Taekwondo-trained girl still wanted to fight, until a Taser X26 was
pointed at her face. Remembering how she was tasered last time by a fake
teacher, Lin reluctantly surrendered. Both girls' wrists were bound with coarse
twine and although there was no gagging, the threat from X26 kept the quiet.
Less than ten minutes later, the van slowed to a halt. With the guy pointing
the taser at them, the girls meekly allowed themselves to be carried in a
fireman's lift out. The teens immediately smelt the foul odour of pets as they
were dropped on the ground. They finally got a clearer look at the captor: the
first female who stunned Max was around 175cm, black hair protruding around her
balaclava and a firm bust size, around a 34B Lin guessed. The other female was
just a little shorter, also black hair and a B cup. The Scottish thug looked
around 188cm.
The 'boss'
finally came into view with light brown hair sticking out under her balaclava.
Jenn thought even with the hood she looked a lot like...
"Don't
just leave them, tighten their bonds!" she roared and the shorter
henchwoman reached in a nearby drawer pulling out two pairs of police-issue
steel handcuffs.
“Lookie here!”
she grinned. “Just item for you two!” Jenn noted her accent.
The male captor
laughed. “Brilliant.”
Within moments
both girl detective’s wrist bonds were exchanged for the cold steel rings.
“Right now, get
them into yon cages,” the boss ordered. “Wait best gag ‘em first” She said,
“This is a respectable neighbourhood. We don’t want ‘em shouting their ‘eads
off.”
The woman who
had found the handcuffs grabbed two cloths and used them as makeshift cleave
gags.
“Right into the
cages.” Cages?! They were animal cages and the captors yanked them inside.
Each were about 90cm long by 65cm square and for Lin was uncomfortably cramped.
Jenn being slightly smaller had a little more room to manoeuvre but not much.
“How long till
the mutt wakes up?” they heard the guy asked
“Another hour,”
the boss muttered. “Gives us time to work out ‘ow best to dispose of our two
guests ‘ere. The coppers wouldn't mind finding their bodies." No, Jenn
wailed silently at the threat. “You’s two can make yourselves useful an
all. Get in the front room an’ start packin’. I don’t wanna leave nothin’
behind when I go.”
Less than a
minute later, one of the females called. "Boss, the laxatives are
expired!"
The teens heard
the boss curse using the F-word. "Go get a bottle of them! Make sure you
check the expiry date!" Then there was silence.
Both girls
started struggling with Lin slowly managing to slide her cuffed wrists down her
buttocks despite the cramp space she was in. With her hands and arms now in
front of her, instead of undoing her ankle bonds or gag, she lifted her arms to
reach her hair. Extracting what looked like a hair pin, she again slowly
twisted her fingers and slowly unlocked each cuff, holding on to the whole set
to reduce any noise. Only then did she work to free her ankles and remove the
gag. Using the same 'hair pin,' she poked and twisted at the lock and soon
freed herself. Jenn, who finally managed to get her cuffed wrists in front of her
and remove her bonds and gag, was also freed.
"Skeleton
key," she whispered to Jenn who replied, "Where's Max?" Neither
girl had brought along Lin's torchlight invention but the room wasn't dark and
after a search of the other animal cages of various sizes, which surprisingly
were empty, they found the still unconscious dog.
"We should
tackle those captors," Lin suggested but Jenn replied she didn't bring any
gadgets along and didn't think Lin wanted to face the taser. "Carry the
dog," Lin said and through the darkness, they looked and gleefully found
the exit. Outside, the surroundings were totally unfamiliar to them and there
was invention but no phone signal on their mobiles. "Keep moving; they
might have found we've escape," Lin whispered. After running wildly, Jenn
suddenly stopped and although there was now some signal on her phone, something
else was gone.
"My purse!
It must have dropped in the van or that place!" she cried.
"Well, we
can't return," Lin replied, dialling for the police. A car took it’s time
to arrive and initially the girls wanted to return to their homes, but Lin told
the officer to take them to the station, CID branch.
"No one
gets there, Miss," the officer replied.
"Just do
so!" She retorted. The girls asked for DI Nikki Heath but found that the
police detective was away and her protégé, Detective Constable Bluebell Ransom
agreed to listen to them. She as before wasn't as amicable and asked similar
questions several times. "Do you know where you were held?" she
queried and Lin produced two blurred pictures she thoughtfully took before they
ran away.
"Ok, that
will take time to identify the location," Ransom noted. Jenn also
mentioned the van and the partial licence plate, as well as the height and
build of the captors which the DC just nodded, as well as noting her missing
purse. "Once we locate where you were held, a team will raid along with
SOCOs." SOCOs were scenes of crime officers who gathered forensics for the
police. "Meanwhile, stay at your homes."
The girls did
so, especially Jenn, whose mother was shocked to hear what her daughter went
through. Still the girls, along with Mark, initiated a WhatsApp group call. It
was a summary of what happened until Jenn noted how the lead female looked had
the same height and build as her elderly neighbour. "But why would Mrs.
Harrow want to kidnap her own dog?"
"The
initials on the muzzle and the van plate. S. T." Lin mentioned. "Does
that have any relation to your neighbour."
"No…wait,
her maiden name's Taynes...hold on. there's another call coming," Jenn
paused the group call and answered.
“Hello Jennifer
Thompson,” the captors’ voice sent a chill down her spine. “I believe you have
something I want and I've your cute purse here."
"The
police are after..."
"Oh
please, don't belittle me. Bring that poodle to," the woman listed a junk
yard, “and while you might alert the coppers, well just come alone, especially
not with that Chinese girl. 10pm sharp. Do so and you'll get your purse intact
and not hear from me."
The call ended.
Jenn quickly sent a WhatsApp message to the others and dressed up. Her parents'
room was far from hers but carefully, she tiptoed down and retrieved Max who
was still partly unconscious. Just as she exited her home, later a ten-year-old
red Ford Escort pulled up alongside the kerb and Nikki climbed out.
“Get in Jenn,”
DI Heath called. "I was away on leave. Ransom only just updated me on what
happened to your girls." As Jenn buckled up, Nikki remarked she wouldn't
be taking her dog out at such an hour and Jenn explained.
“Of course,
you’re not going there alone,” She replied, radioing for backup.
“I’m a trained
officer, it’s 25 minutes to the junk yard on the other side of town. Ok here's
what you do: Approach slowly, give in the dog and get your purse. I'll then
approach and hopefully my people will surround and take them in."
Nikki dropped
Jenn round the corner from the junkyard and she made her way to the rendezvous
on foot. The iron gates to the junkyard had been left ajar There was a
portacabin just inside the gates, the lights from which illuminated the first
few metres in front of her. Beyond that it was darkness.
“Hello?” Jenn
called out and the lady, balaclava still on appeared out from the darkness.
“Give me the
dog,” She growled.
“First I want
my...” Jenn replied.
“You’re in no
position to make demands,” She pointed out coldly and raising one black-gloved
hand in the air she clicked her fingers. Her henchman and women appeared
seemingly from nowhere, the women grabbing her arms while the third took Max
from her.
“Thank you,
Miss Thompson,” the evil leader said as the dog was passed to her. She
turned to the man “Take her inside and tie her up, gag her well.”
"This
wasn't..." Jenn's yell was cut off as cloth was stuffed in her open mouth
and a longer and thick cleave gag tightly secured it inside. Rope was quickly
tied around her wrists and ankles and another longer rope secured them in a
hogtie.
“We’ll be back
shortly girl,” the Scottish captor remarked following the others out of the
door. “Dinnae go anywhere.”
Before Jenn
could respond, there was a shout from outside. “Boss we got a problem!” A
moment later Jenn's heart sank as Nikki was pushed into the room, her hands
secured behind her back with her own handcuffs.
“We caught yon
copper snooping round outside,” George explained. “Reckon she was following the
wee lassie there.”
“Jennifer, I’m
disappointed in you. I thought you were a girl of your word,” The boss lady
added. “Okay secure her as well.”
Nikki growled,
“Give yourself up. You really think I came here alone? Any time now this place
is going to be swarming with police and you’ll be in jail.”
“You’re
bluffing.”
“Am I?”
Turning to
people she snapped, “Right, we need to be out of here now. Shut this one up,”
She indicated Nikki. “And put the Thompson girl in the van. We need a hostage,”
she growled.
“You don’t want
to make this worse for yourself,” Nikki responded with surprising calmness. “If
you want a hostage, take me; kidnapping a minor is a serious offence.”
After all Nikki
was a police officer, trained in handling tense and difficult situations,
whereas Jenn was just a schoolgirl amateur.
“I thought I
told you lot to shut ‘er up,” she growled at her colleagues.
The male captor
pulled out a roll of parcel tape and tore off a strip sealing it across Nikki’s
lips before she could protest. He repeated this action four or five times
before forcing her down onto the floor. Removing the belt from his jeans, he
then used it to tie the police detective’s ankles together, lashing it tightly
around her trousers and black shoes.
Jenn was thrown
inside the same van and moments later the engine fired up and the van pulled
away, leaving the junkyard. Only just after, police cars and a taxi arrived.
"You took too long!" Nikki yelled as her gag was removed. "Minor
kidnapped! One captor definitely IC1!" IC mean Identity Code based on
ethnicity. "Hurry up Ransom!"
The other teen
detectives alighted from the taxi. "Don't worry, Jenn will have her ID
tracker on her," Lin said, but there were no readings on any of their
phones. "Ok, I brought along Eagle with me," she meant her UAV with a
video camera. Just as she set it up, the UAV made a whirling sound and died.
"Shit! Mark!" She turned to the newest teen detective. "Get back
to our HQ! There’re spare batteries in the second drawer! Hurry!" The
rugby player only nodded and re-entered the taxi.
Jenn squealed
through her gag not just from the hogtie she was in but as the van sped over a
bump.
"Aw don't
cry little girl," the taller female laughed. "In a few moments,
you'll be hidden away."
"Yeah, in
the lake in the woods," the other female captor remarked.
"Must ya
give the plan away?" the Scottish guy added.
"Oi! Keep
it down you lot!" the boss lady called from the driver's seat. Suddenly a
bark came. "The dog's awake! " Jenn hoped that would distract the
captors.
"Tranquillize
it! No, just a small dose!"
As one of them
reached over, Jenn kicked the person. "Hey!" The guy turned and
smacked her bottom in return. "Don't ya do that girlie!"
Back at the
junkyard, Mark arrived and handed over the batteries. The UAV spun and she
adjusted it to maximum height. There were several roads and lanes heading out
but after several twists she spotted it and rushed over to Nikki and Bluebell.
"What on
earth is that?" the junior officer asked.
"Never
mind! That's the van!"
"The
woods. Units, Charlie India One, subjects are headed into the woods! Get there
ASAP!" Nikki entered the nearest vehicle and drove off.
"Here we
are," the lead captor announced. "Get the dog out first and the
laxatives. Then the girl. Once the chain is out, dump her. Oh, you two,"
she pointed at the two female colleagues. "Guard the area. The police will
be surrounding." Jenn was dragged out and with the guy grabbing her
around her stomach, she watched as the lead captor undid her balaclava and
shaking head. It was indeed Mrs. Harrow. Or was she?
Jenn fingered
as best as she could and found what she wanted. Just as the new muzzle around
Max was removed, she jabbed the disguised penknife Lin invented into the side
of the henchman.
"Ow!"
He cried but that caused him to release her. "Why you..."
"Why you
thug," Lin yelled, dropping a hard kick on his neck and keeping him down
on the ground. The henchman reached and yanked out his taser but that was
kicked away, this time by Chelle.
"Police!
You're surrounded! Girls, get back!" The voice of DI Heath called.
"You get
back!" The boss lady yelled, grabbing the still bound and gagged Jenn,
pushing a gun at her head. "Get back or you'll have a dead teen all over!
Get b..." Something kicked her right leg and a taser shot fired, this from
Nikki Heath, an authorised firearms officer.
"Subject
is down! You're safe, Jenn, you're safe," Nikki sprang over and undid her
restraints and gag. Jenn however and smacked the now handcuffed henchman.
"No one ever spanks me again!"
"Evil twin
sister," Jenn walked out with the other teen detectives as she rubbed her
chaffed wrists. The lead lady was Aggie Sarah Taynes, Mrs. Harrow's twin sister
who faked her broken hip and kept Martha Harrow delayed from reaching her
outside Oxford. Max had unintentionally swallowed her valuable gold chain and
was stuck in his intestines. The other captors were as Jenn and Lin identified,
one female criminal Natasha Hanson a British Indian S. Patel and a Scottish
paroled criminal George MacKenzie.
"Well, I
hope that's all for the summer," Jenn continued. "Hey Chelle, Mark,
did you hear me?"
"They are
too busy planning to dance the night away," Lin explained.
Michelle,
Lin Ling, Jennifer and Mark will return in 'Hostage.'
The End