Rumours
Annie sat
quietly in the anteroom of Madame’s hotel suite, dressed in a cream blouse,
knee length brown skirt and jacket. Since the events of the previous evening
she had done a lot of thinking, and precious little sleeping. Her little hobby,
as she had always thought of it, had suddenly become a desperately serious
matter, with implications that would change her life forever. She had only wanted to get enough to buy the
fashionable goods she desired, and now – well, she had her eyes open for the
first time.
On the
positive side, she had to acknowledge that Madame X and the people who served
her were formidable and impressive. Dominique had been on the one hand commanding
and calm, and on the other tender and gentle when it came to the girl called
Ama. Charlotte, the redhead, was one of
the most knowledgeable people she had ever come across – to be able to tell
where a diamond came from just by looking at it was more than she could ever
do. Susan – Susan she was still unsure
of. She had been nice enough eventually,
and her husband had driven her home, but still – she had robbed her as well.
On the
negative side though, she knew now that her involvement in the criminal
underworld could become the central part of her life, and she still wasn’t sure
if that was what she really wanted.
“Blood
diamonds and Slavery.” Annie thought to herself, those were both issues on
which she knew she probably saw eye to eye with Madame and her staff on, but
what role she could play in helping expose those responsible remained unclear
to her. She was just a humble Math teacher, whose greed for some beautiful
things in her life had led her into a life of crime, what good would she be in
all this?
“Still,”
she thought as she caressed her new boots, “I got to keep all that cash, and
Madame has promised me a far better return on the jewelry then any fence ever
did.”
Suddenly
her thoughts were interrupted as a smartly dressed woman came out from the
inner part of the suite.
“Madame
will see you now Miss Kelly.”
“Thank
you,” Annie said as she stood up and followed the woman in. Madame X was sat on a long couch, several
papers spread out in front of her on a low table. She wore a long skirt, spilt up the side, an
open necked black blouse and a folded scarf tied round her neck. Annie could see the style in the way she sat.
Opposite
her sat Dominique, dressed in a black jersey dress and high heels. Annie began to wonder if they were judge and
jury, when Madame said “Please, sit Annie,” indicating a chair at the end of
the table. Her voice was calming, and it
seemed to spread warmth through her.
“How are
you feeling,” Dominique said as Annie sat down.
“Honestly –
nervous and scared,” Annie said as she looked at both of them.
“Understandable
– it was a trying night.”
“May I ask
how Ama is?”
“She slept
for hours,” Dominique said quietly.
“Charlotte is with her now – she is from South Africa, and is best
placed to hear her story. After that,
she will be taken shopping - she requires a full wardrobe.”
Annie
nodded at that – she had seen the squalor the young African girl had been
forced to live in by the person she had ‘visited’.
“What happens
after that?”
“We will
take it one step at a time,” Madame said, “but this afternoon, we wish to talk
about you. Firstly, may I compliment you
on your choice of footwear?”
“Thank
you,” Annie said quietly, “but I realize I am in somewhat of a – difficult
position. I’m just a teacher, not a
professional thief.”
“Indeed,”
Madame said as she sat forward, “but you demonstrate remarkable skill in
several areas. Dominique has testified
to your athletic ability, and you have some taste and discretion in the items
you do take.”
“On the
other hand,” Dominique said, “you made some classic errors, and in choosing
some of your targets you have left yourself vulnerable and in danger of capture
from the authorities.”
“So I
understand,” Annie said quietly “and I want to thank you for offering me
protection. What I do not know is if
this is what I wish to do all the time – I love teaching as well.”
“Well,”
Madame said with a smile, “there is no reason why you cannot do both.”
“I don’t
understand.”
“A good friend
of mine is a consulting engineer, and also one of the finest jewel thieves the
world has ever seen. Another is a
renowned antiques expert, and a security consultant, but still occasionally practices
his skills as a cat burglar. It is
perfectly possible, with a little organization, to combine your career with the
training to make you a better thief.”
“In fact,”
Dominique said, “many of the skills - planning, control, and fast response to
changing situations - are interchangeable.
You may find yourself a better teacher as a result.”
"I
believe you teach at St Angela's Academy?"
"Yes,
yes I do."
Madame
smiled.
"Why?"
"Oh
nothing I just have heard of the school from some friends."
Annie was
amazed – it had never occurred to her that this might be possible. “So what would be involved?”
“”I have no
doubt as to your physical agility and strength,” Dominique said quietly, “so
for that part, I suggest a gym buddy – namely, myself.”
Annie smiled
and nodded at that idea. “I can also
teach you other skills – skills you will find useful. Alarms, scouting, how to be more effective in
binding – things like that.”
Annie
nodded again as Madame sat forward. “I
am a strong believer in developing talent on both sides of the fence – and you
are a talent, Annie. I would be willing
to sponsor you and, with Susan’s help, guide your development. In return, you give a percentage of your
takings to a fund of my choosing, and you check in with the local Burglar’s
Association.”
“Burglar’s
what?”
“Our trade
union,” Dominique said with a smile.
“They offer a level of protection, as do we. Discretion guaranteed.”
“So, what
do you say, Miss Kelly – will you accept our help?”
“It sounds
tempting,” Annie said, “but what about our current situation?”
“Well, I
was coming to that,” Madame said as she stood up, walked to a desk and picked
up the telephone.
“Ask Susan
and Charlotte to join us when they are available,” she said, and then replaced
the receiver.
“Now,
Annie, let us discuss your training schedule…”
Half an
hour later, Charlotte came in with a slim Manila file. She smiled at Annie, before saying “Ama is
sleeping again – her story corroborates our initial thoughts, however. It seems she has no remembrance of anything
other than service, but she is highly intelligent – she taught herself to
read.”
“Really? I am impressed,” Madame said as she looked at
Dominique.
"Before
we start Madame can I ask a few questions of Annie for our records
please?"
"Go
ahead please Charlotte."
“Records?” Annie looked at the three
women.
“We run our
business like a company, Annie, so we keep personnel files. Proceed, Charlotte.”
"Okay
Annie, you went to school in St Louis?"
"Yes."
"At
Mary Institute and St. Louis Country Day School?"
"Is
that just one school?" Madame asked.
"Yes."
Annie nodded.
"From
there to Brown University, high honors in Math."
Annie nodded again.
"Then to teaching at St Angela's where you've been two years?"
"Yes."
"Parents
both dead, no siblings."
"Yes."
"I'm
sorry to hear that" Madame added. "When"
"My
mother just last year from breast cancer, Dad six years ago – a heart attack.”
“My
condolences – but I interrupt. Continue,
Charlotte.”
“I found a
clipping from a recent event – you were one of the two adults involved in the
charity kidnapping of the shock jock?”
Annie
blushed and said “I was – you might say that was what set me on this path.”
“Explain,”
Dominique said as she sat back and crossed her legs.
“I realized
I liked fashionable clothes – and the planning and execution of that challenge
excited me. I realized I wanted both –
the excitement and the clothes, and so I began.”
“I can
think of worse reasons for entering this profession,” Madame said quietly. “At any rate, how many visits, including last
night and that to Susan, have you made?”
“Half a
dozen.”
“Good,”
Charlotte said as she made a note. “I
think that is all for now, Madame.”
“Excellent
– good afternoon Susan.”
Annie
turned to see the smaller blonde walking in.
She nodded to Annie before saying “Good afternoon, Madame. Are we in a position to begin the
debriefing?”
“I think
so, Susan. Annie, please stay – you have
a contribution to make to this discussion.”
Annie
nodded as Susan sat next to Madame X, and Charlotte to Dominique.
“Charlotte?”
“The initial
assessment of the files Dominique retrieved confirms Francois Legault is the
French diplomatic contact we were warned about.
The diamonds, which come from the same source as the Geneva set, confirm
that. And the forensic accountants are poring over the records. What is more disturbing, however, is the
other information we found.
“We have discovered
that this Legault, along with others yet to be identified, have been involved
in the transfer of child slave labour from Africa to other countries. Initial assessments suggest contacts in the Middle
East, Europe, Australasia and the US. It
has gone on for some time, and happens alongside the trade in diamonds.”
Madame
closed her eyes and sighed, as Annie shook her head. “I thought this was a thing of the past,” she
finally said.
“Sadly,
no,” Dominique said quietly, “Ama is living proof of that.”
“And we
cannot bring him to justice?”
“He will
claim diplomatic immunity, as will his partner, one Angel Xantu. I know her family – they have a great deal of
influence.”
“I cannot
abide the mistreatment of children,” Madame X said quietly, “and so it falls to
the likes of us to deal with the problem.
Annie, will you help us in this – call it a way of paying Susan back.”
“OF course
– if you think I can be of help,” Annie said quietly.
"Excellent
- It would seem that Clint taking a job driving at the UN could not have come
at a more fortuitous time Susan." Madame smiled.
"Can I
ask why Madame?"
"Because
it's an old rule of thumb that in any organization the drivers somehow seem to
know what is going to happen 24 hours ahead of their principals."
"I saw
that in that old British comedy show 'Yes Minister'," Charlotte said with
a smile. “They knew who was going where
in a Cabinet reshuffle because the drivers were re-assigned.”
“Indeed,”
Dominique added, “the analogy in an office is if you want to know the truth,
ask the cleaners.”
"Tell
Clint to keep both his eyes and ears open please Susan, and report to you every
scrap of information and gossip he hears."
"I
will do Madame."
"Now
for you four girls as a group. I want you to crash a reception being held
tonight for Albert Kimba, the Mazengwean Vice-President at their consulate."
The four of
them looked at each other, Annie slightly shocked at the matter of fact way the
suggestion had been made. She looked
down at her feet and said "Madame that's a bit above my social level…"
"He
knows me by sight." Charlotte added.
"I've
taken all that into consideration." Madame paused, "we are preparing
cover identities for you all, and I leave it to Susan's skills in disguise to
create appropriate looks, for four high level party guests."
“We can
also supply suitable gowns for you and Charlotte Annie – you may even find them
to your liking.”
Annie
smiled at Susan’s barbed comment.
"Your
task,” Madame continued, “is to mingle with the other guests and listen….
listen hard…. at such functions alcohol can make tongues loose."
"What
are we listening for Madame?"
"Anything
on Mazengwa and Burinda, anything on diamonds, political views, etc. You girls
tonight will be my eyes and ears."
Susan
nodded.
“We will
reconvene tomorrow and share what we have found. Good luck ladies – Dominique, a word.”
“Come with
me,” Charlotte said as she took Annie by the arm and led her out with Susan.
“Like a
company?”
“Indeed –
Susan is Madame’s field office manager in New York, Dominique is head of
security.”
“And you?”
“A
specialist – want some coffee?”
“Sounds
good – where can we go?”
“Let’s try
the lobby – they can be discrete there.”
They left
the suite and went down to the lobby, finding a coffee shop and ordering two
coffees.
Finding a
quiet booth, they sat on opposite sides and stirred their drinks.
"What
I like about hotels of this quality is that the coffee shops always serve REAL
coffee." Charlotte smiled.
"Sorry
I'm American," Annie grinned, "I like even instant coffee."
Charlotte
rolled her eyes. "Never let Madame hear that."
"Yeah
I caught on that she has rather sophisticated tastes. What is her story anyway?"
“You’d need
to ask Penny – sorry Penelope, her aide, that one. Maybe you’ll meet her one day. All I know is she spent some time in France
some years ago, that might have something to do with it.”
“Does she
always speak that way?”
Charlotte nodded before she sipped her hot drink. "So do you think you can adapt to life
as one of our associates?"
"If
Susan doesn't put a knife in me….Then yes I think I can.”
"Don't
let Susan get to you, I hear her bark is worse than her bite."
Annie sipped her cappuccino, before saying “Dominique and Madame talked about
doing this part time – pursuing my teaching career as well. She mentioned a couple of people she knew who
did that?"
“Yeah –
I’ve met one of them. Actually, you’d be
amazed at some of the people I have met.”
"Are
we… are you… allowed to talk about our real lives?"
"Yes
to some extent, but don't get too inquisitive about Dominique, I'm led to
believe it's a sensitive subject."
"Well
can I ask how you?"
"Became
part of Madame's organization." Charlotte finished the sentence.
"Well
yes… I mean, forgive me for saying this,
but you do not seem like a criminal to me."
Charlotte
smiled as she put her cup down. "My
father was a crusader against the exploitation of children in Africa's diamond
regions, after his murder a representative of Madame approached me with an
offer, outlining Madame's stance on such things."
"So
you became a crook to do good?"
"Seems
a bit strange when you say it like that, but yes it's why."
Annie
smiled, she liked this quiet well mannered South African a lot.
"So
you are a specialist in diamonds?"
"That
she is." Dominique smiled as she slid into the booth. “She’s not bad with computers either.” She stirred her mint tea, and said “So, we
need to make you two unrecognizable for the reception tonight.”
“Tough job
– as I said, I know the Honorable Albert Kimba.
Will his usual security entourage be there?”
“I would
imagine so – I advise you steer clear of him.
Leave him to me and Susan. Annie,
you need to know that Miss Xantu will also be at the reception – so if you see
her, remember that discretion is the better part of valour.”
“In other
words, avoid her at all costs?”
“Indeed –
tell me, Annie, how are you in heels?”
“I can cope
– why?”
“A trick I learned
from a friend – we will get you some very high heels, make you look
taller. Above all, both of you, if you
sense you are in trouble, find me or Susan – that is an order.”
“You don’t
have to tell me twice,” Annie said quietly.
“Cheer up,”
Charlotte said with a smile, “It’s already happened.”
Annie
looked at both of them, and then burst out laughing.
“Drink up,”
Dominique finally said, “we need to go and get ready.”
"Dominique
I speak both Zemba and Awahli but I guess I better not let on about that?"
Charlotte asked as they walked towards the elevators.
"Goddess
No. Just listen and don't let them know you understand every word."
"Goddess,
funny I know some girls say that." Annie smiled at the coincidence.
Dominique
smiled, one day Annie would know they had mutual friends, but not for now. She
just hoped when the time came Madame had helped cool Sandy Richmond's temper.
As they
entered the lift, Charlotte said "Oh and Dominique - watch out for the two
women who look and act like Kimba’s mistresses, they are in fact
bodyguards."
"Oh?"
"Yeah
two nasty bitches who used to be – inquisitors, shall we call it for the
Mazengwean special Security Branch. I heard once that they LIKE killing."
"Oh
wonderful." Annie gulped.
“Worry
not,” Dominique said as the lift doors closed, “They have not met me before.”
“Stand
still, Charlotte – it’s important this looks natural.”
“Okay - my
name is Kathy Stratton, and I’m from Cape Town,” Charlotte looked at the
briefing document as Susan fixed the long dark wig into position. “I have connections with the South African
ambassador, and I’m attending as his guest and in his absence.”
“Well?”
Susan asked as she stepped back.
Charlotte
looked at her reflection in the long mirror, the dove grey brocade suit looked
chic and dressy, but not overstated. “It’s more makeup then I’m used to,” she
observed.
“Try the
glasses.”
Charlotte
put on the wire rimmed spectacles and looked again - certainly the reflection looked very different
to the one she normally saw. “I’m not sure even Piet would recognize me like
this,” she laughed. “Far, far sexier than usual.”
“That’s the
idea – to look attractive and get some attention from the right people,” Susan
said as the door to the room opened and they both turned to look.
“Hi.”
Charlotte asked the tall girl with the long blonde curls and dark glasses as
she came in. “Is that you Annie?”
“Yeah, or
to be more precise it’s Fiona Lewis from Chicago.” She glanced down at her
brief. “Is this cocktail dress a bit much?” she asked as she looked at the
other two.
“No,” Susan
ran her eyes down the tight maroon dress clinging to Annie’s body.
“I feel
like a giraffe on these heels.” Annie complained.
“But who’s
going to be able to calculate your real height.” Dominique said as she came in,
wearing a deep dark green evening dress that highlighted and contrasted with
the red wig she wore.
“This damn
push-up bra makes my boobs look enormous.” Annie again checked her reflection,
“I look all legs and tits.”
“Well it
means no one will be looking at your face I guess.” Charlotte laughed. “All you need to do is smile and walk round,
talk to people, and listen.”
Susan adjusted
her own auburn wig and checked her makeup. “Well how do I look?”
Dominique
looked appraisingly at the pale green gown, “Hmmm.”
“That bad?”
Susan put her glasses on to check. She checked her makeup, it was flawless, the
hair looked beautiful, the dress wonderful.
“Hmmm.”
Both Charlotte and Annie looked long and hard at Susan.
“Okay I
give in.” Susan looked round, “What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely
nothing.” Dominique burst into laughter. “But you should have seen your
expression while you tried working it out.
“Bitches!”
Susan laughed as she applied another coat of mascara to her long lashes. “I owe
you all one.”
Dominique
brushed another coat of the deep red gloss onto her lips. “Miss Shandy Winters
is one sexy lady,” she said as she wolf whistled at her own reflection.
Annie
turned and checked the seams of her dark tinted stockings were straight. “Well
ladies I think we all look wonderful, but I just hope and pray I don’t crack up
and fail you all.”
“You won’t.”
Charlotte said as she hugged her. “Just
think of yourself scouting for information.”
“Okay your
new id’s are in your purses girls, remember who you are and that we don’t know
each other.” Dominique looked round as Charlotte and Annie both applied a last
coat of mascara. “You all know your routes to the consulate, have fun, but stay
alert.”
The other
three women all nodded as they made one last check in the mirror.
“Let’s go,”
Susan said as she led the way out, the others following after her.
The
Mazengwean consulate stood proud, an old Colonial mansion that had been
converted for the purposes of a diplomatic office. It was a joke on the part of the resident
government, to cock a nose at their former masters by using their building. Tonight, however, the steps to the main
entrance were lined with torches, and burly security men stood at the gates as
well as along the stairs.
Annie
swallowed as she stepped out of the cab and looked at the wrought iron gates,
before she presented the invitation card to the security man. She had no idea how Madame had even got ahold
of one, but it stood up to the glance as the guard said “ID please, Miss
Lewis.”
She offered
her driving license, the man nodding as she said “Welcome – please proceed to
the security check.”
She walked
through and allowed the second security man to search her clutch bag, while she
herself was patted down by a formidable looking woman. Eventually, she was waved through, and she
climbed the stair case, walking into the entrance hall with a slight wiggle of
her hips.
There were
a number of people mingling round, as she accepted a glass of champagne and
made her way into the main entrance hall.
She was slightly taken back by the men and women there, dressed in their
finery and tails, but walked confidently forward, smiling and exchanging
pleasantries with others as she did so.
Charlotte
arrived next, looking through her glasses and recognizing some of the staff
from the embassy. Accepting a drink, she
made her way over to a small group of women and introduced herself, chatting
about the old country after the death of Tata.
Susan’s
arrival was a little later, as she travelled to Long Island before catching a
cab back. As she deposited her coat with
the cloakroom, she looked round and recognized several figures from the gem and
import/export business. She also
recognized some of the local family heads – that made sense to her, as in New
York politics had to have an understanding with the crime lords.
Finally
Dominique walked in, making some male heads turn as she stood there. She thanked the waiter as she took the glass,
and then walked round the reception hall, admiring the hangings as she listened
to the conversation.
Annie was
looking at one particular portrait when she heard a voice she recognized saying
“It was a most harrowing experience, but fortunately I survived.”
From the
corner of her eye, she saw the tall form of Angel Xantu standing beside her,
talking to two other women.
“So what
does this woman look like anyway?”
“Small,
insignificant – I could have taken her easily, but I played along, hoping to find
an opportunity to stop her.”
“That’s not
how I remember it,” Annie thought to herself.
“Did she
take much?”
“She
cleaned my safe out, and then disappeared into the night. I finally managed to free myself and call the
authorities, but… Will you excuse me a
minute, there is someone I need to talk to.”
Annie
turned and watched as Angel walked over to where a tall African man was
standing in white tie and tails, and took him off to one side.
“Indeed –
the world is a sadder place without Madiba,” Charlotte said as she noticed the
couple walking to a quiet corner. “Will
you excuse me,” she said, “I must go and sample those crab cakes.”
She walked
over to the buffet table, listening to the conversation between Angel and the
man as they talked in Zemba.
“I heard –
was it a great ordeal?”
“No,” Angel
said shaking her head, “but there are complications. When I finally got free, I could not find the
servant anywhere – I fear she may have taken the opportunity to finally
escape.”
“Worry not
– if she shows up here, we will assist her return to you. You have my word. What of the other items?”
“I do not
know – the safe does not look as if it has been opened, but I have been unable
to contact Francois.”
“We are
getting a message to him – for now, relax.
Do you require a new servant?”
“I will –
even if she is foolish enough to show her face, I will dispose of her.”
“Very well
– she will be with you within the week.”
Charlotte
walked slowly away, her blood boiling as she struggled to maintain her
composure.
“So tell me
Miss Winters, what brings you to our little reception?”
Dominique
smiled as she said “My employer conducts a great deal of business with your
country – he asked me to attend as a mark of respect for your Vice-President.”
“Yes,” the
junior clerk said as she sipped his ninth glass of champagne, “that would be a
wise thing. After all, he is the real
power.”
“He is?”
“Of course
– President K’gala is merely a figurehead.
It is Kimba who controls the army and the police, so he is the real
leader of our country.”
“Ah – then
it is indeed fortunate he sent me,” Dominique said with a smile. “I have a small present for him,” she then
said as she patted her clutch bag.
“Good luck
with that – you need to get past the shecats first.”
“Oh? Who are they?”
“You’ll
see…”
“Alexander,
my old friend, how good to see you again!”
Susan
nibbled on a canape as she saw the corpulent man walk over, extending a hand to
the dark skinned gentleman she was standing near.
“Oliver, my
friend, how are you?”
“The better
for seeing you,” he whispered, “When will the latest consignment from Burinda
arrive?”
“Keep your
voice down,” the dark skinned man said, “you never know who is listening. You should have received it today, but
Legault was called away on business.
When he returns, we will arrange delivery.”
“My
contacts will not appreciate the delay.”
“Tell then
we will pay a bonus by way of compensation – they may take an extra five
percent.”
The fatter
of the two men nodded, before he said “We will hold off on delivery of payment
to the suppliers in that case. I will
pass on your good wishes to them.”
They
parted, Susan slowly sipping her drink before she walked off.
Annie was
mingling with the crowd, picking up what gossip she could. Most of it was office small talk, but she
heard enough to discern the civil war in Mazengwa was not in the state of
stalemate the western world would like to believe. Like a certain Middle East country, what she
heard convinced her there was great suffering, and the rebels were doing all
they could to end the suffering of the people.
As she
turned, she almost ran into a woman dressed in a blue satin evening gown. “Oh I am sorry, I hope I did not…” Annie
started to say, only to find herself looking at Sandy Richmond.
“No harm
done,” Sandy said with a warm smile, “Miss…”
“Lewis –
Fiona Lewis,” Annie said, “I represent a Chicago firm that provides school
equipment to the country. I do not
believe I have had the pleasure?”
“Alexandra
Richmond – and the pleasure is all mine.”
Sandy extended a glove covered hand, which Annie shook firmly. “My family foundation supports charity work
to the Mazengwean people – free school places and such like. It would appear we are in the same line of
business.”
“So it
would seem – I have heard of the Richmond Foundation. They do a lot of good work.”
“Thank you
– forgive me, but have we met before?”
Annie and
Sandy stared at each other, sizing each other, before Annie said “No – I am
sure I would remember if we had. Have
you seen the star of the show yet?”
“Vice-President
Kimba – not yet, but I presume….”
“Ladies and
Gentlemen!”
The room
turned and looked to the great double doors, where a liveried man stood.
“Please
welcome the guest of honour this evening, The Honourable Albert Kimba.”
There was a
loud round of applause as Albert Kimba walked in, dressed in traditional tribal
garb and accompanied by two women, tall, almost Amazonian and wearing black
halter neck evening gowns.
From the
side of the room, Dominique assessed the two women. Charlotte had not exaggerated – their body
strength was obvious, and although they moved with grace and ease she could see
they were wary for any wrong move. They
carried no weapons, but she was sure they did not need any.
Susan had
followed the corpulent half of the partnership she had overheard, and
discovered ‘Oliver’ was Oliver Cohen, one of the best known gem dealers in the
city. He was also something of a
pervert, given the way she saw him ogle at the women in the room.
The real
surprise to her was as Kimba stopped and greeted him, and said in perfect
English “How are your wife and daughter, Mister Cohen?”
“They are
well, Your Excellency, and regret they were unable to attend tonight. They had an engagement elsewhere.”
“A pity –
tell them I look forward to seeing them soon.”
Susan filed
this piece of information away as she glanced over, then stopped as she saw
Annie talking to Sandy Richmond. She was
about to go over, in case she was needed, when Annie shook the hand of the
Pussycat and then walked away, nodding in her direction.
Charlotte
had also been watching, at the same time listening to the conversation amongst
the junior consulate officials. She had
heard enough to know that the leader of the mission there was unaware of what
was really going on, but not who may be the diplomat responsible for the
handling of the blood diamonds.
"That
BBC journalist who got killed last week was on the track of what was really
happening in NorthWest province." Charlotte overheard two members of the
embassy staff from Washington talking in Zemba, to someone from the consulate.
"The
security services made it look like the rebels got her and her cameraman."
the woman from the consulate replied.
The second
man nodded. "She was looking at both our stone and flesh traffic."
"He
would not have been pleased if she had got the news out." The first man
gestured towards the Vice-President.
"I
will never understand the morality of these people." the woman gestured at
the various foreign guests in her consulate. "Our people accept service as
part of the normal course of life. It's
only exposure to their so-called culture has put dangerous ideas in peoples
head about freedom and democracy.”
She was
about to head off when she heard one very drunk member of staff say “there’s
the Xantu bitch – I heard she got robbed last night.”
“So did I –
serves her right. The word is their girl
also escaped.”
“I hope she
ran far and fast – and she comes nowhere near here, or she won’t leave alive.”
Charlotte
walked off, mentally processing all she had heard and walking towards the
doors.
Susan and
Annie followed soon after her, collecting their coats and waiting as the
security guards at the gate hailed them a cab each.
As
Dominique waited for a cab, a black limousine pulled up and she saw Sandy
Richmond come out of the consulate. She
turned and looked at the tall red head, before nodding and saying “Good party?”
“Yes, thank
you.”
“I hate
these events as a rule, but you meet the most interesting people,” Sandy said
as she looked round. She then whispered
“Thank you, for what you returned.”
“You know?”
Sandy
nodded and said “Why are you interested in these people anyway?”
As John
opened the car door, Dominique whispered “tell you later” and then watched as
Sandy drove off, climbing into a cab herself and heading off.
Ama looked
up as Dominique came in, whispering a few words to the other woman who had been
sitting with her before she left.
“Oh my,”
she said as Dominique sat down, “do you always wear such wonderful outfits?”
“When the
occasion demands, yes,” Dominique said with a smile as she slipped her shoes
off and looked at the young girl. She
was wearing a grey t-shirt and pants, and looked much better than she had the
previous evening – the result of a long sleep, a hot bath and a change of
clothes.
“I cannot
thank you enough for what you have done, my lady,” Ama said as she
blushed. “I have never seen such things,
and yet you give me such fine things to wear as well.”
“Ama,
please, call me Dominique, I am not your lady,” she said as she removed her
wig, and stood up, placing it carefully on a stand. “Have you had a good day?”
“Yes – your
friend listened to my story, and then I was given these clothes to wear. What happened to my old ones?”
“Destroyed
– that life is in your past now. Tired?”
“No – I do
not think I can sleep. May I ask why the
other lady stayed with me?”
“To keep
you company, and to help if you wish it,” Dominique said as she stood up. “I need to shower and change, and then step
out for a little while. Why don’t you
watch some television, and then when I return we can talk some more?”
“I would
like that – and perhaps we can eat as well?”
“We shall
see – for now, relax, and allow me to become myself again.”
Charlotte
and Annie looked up as Dominique joined them in Madame X’s suite. Both had changed into track suits and
trainers, while Dominique wore a white polo top and grey joggers.
“I don’t
think I’ve ever seen you dress down,” Charlotte said with a smile.
“It happens
on occasion,” Dominique said as she sat down.
“Susan and Madame will join us shortly.
How are you both?”
“Shaking,”
Annie said honestly, “I met three different people I have visited recently –
Angel Xantu been the worst. She painted
herself as the big heroine – my recollection is she whimpered as I left her.”
Dominique
smiled as she said “I think you both conducted yourself admirably in a very
tense situation. Did anyone recognize
you Charlotte?”
“No,” she
said as she shook her head, “but I did learn a few things. We can discuss them when Madame and Susan
arrive.”
“Our
apologies for keeping you waiting,” Madame X said as she entered with Susan. Susan, like the others, was wearing a track
suit, but Madame wore a white roll neck sweater and brown slacks. “I asked Susan to find a file before we began
the meeting. “
“Okay now
you are all here, let’s begin.” Madame glanced at each woman in turn. “Well did
you all enjoy yourselves?”
“In a way.”
Annie looked serious, “some of the people were quite nice and a few I met were
VERY interesting.”
“In what
way Annie?”
“Oh they
lead such high powered lives Madame, a big contrast with my life as a schoolteacher…
“
“And part
time burglar.” Dominique interrupted.
Annie
smiled back shyly.
“I think we
all learned a few useful things,” Dominique said as she sat forward, “But before
we start Madame there is something I need to raise. Sandy Richmond was at the
function.”
“I saw her
too.” Annie quaked slightly as she looked round the room.
“Did she
recognize you?” Madame asked quietly.
“No I don’t
think so.” Annie paused, “but she’s one lady for various personal reasons I’d
like to avoid for a while.”
“I
understand perfectly dear.” Madame smiled reassuringly.
“Madame,
maybe Annie and Charlotte need to wait outside whilst we talk about Miss
Richmond.” Susan spoke slowly.
“I think
that might be for the best… Ladies excuse us for a few minutes.”
“Yes Madame.”
They both answered as they stood up, exchanging puzzled glances as they left
the room.
“Alright
Dominique, what do you have to share about Sandy Richmond?” Madame asked as the
door closed.
“Sandy
recognized me.”
“Well she
is a close friend,” Susan remarked, “I’m surprised she didn’t pick me out as
well.”
“She might
have for all I know, she only told me outside when we were both waiting for our
rides.”
“Oh dear, I
was hoping to keep our feline friends out of this.” Madame looked disturbed. “It may be we have to call on their help, but
not at this early stage.”
“Well it
was probably just a coincidence Sandy being there, she is a fixture on the New
York social scene.” Susan remarked. “I bet she gets invited to all these
functions. The Richmond Foundation
supports a lot of projects in Africa – it would only be natural if she was
invited to recognize that work.”
“Besides,
my understanding is they are in their summer residences, waiting for the happy
event,” Madame said quietly.
“Well I
said I’d talk to her later,” Dominique volunteered. “I can say we have some interests in that
part of Africa, and I was there to meet discretely with some contacts.
“Be
discrete dear.” Madame tried to sound authoritative, but both girls could
detect a slight edge to her tone. “See what she knows, and then I’ll
decide if I need to talk to Juliette or not.”
“Very well
then – we should recall them.”
Outside
Annie and Charlotte were talking urgently.
“What is so
all fired important I’m suddenly excluded?” Charlotte pouted slightly.
“I hope
it’s nothing to do with me having turned Sandy Richmond’s place over?” Annie
looked frightened, “I knew it was a huge mistake, I should have run straight
away, did not pass Go, did not collect $200.”
“You
burgled this woman?” Charlotte looked inquisitively.
“Yes.”
Annie paused. “I actually know her socially as well – when we were involved in
that charity kidnapping the sister of her nanny was involved. We had this big party afterwards were we all
met up.”
Looking at
the closed door, Annie said “It’s funny that those three seem to know her as
well.”
“There are
a lot of secrets in this organization.”
“I get
that.” Annie looked at the closed door. “I guess this is all above our pay
grade.’
“I guess
so.” Charlotte sighed.
The door
opened and said “Forgive us for that – please, come back in.”
Annie and
Charlotte returned to the room and sat as Madame said “My apologies for that.
“Well
turning back to last night.” Madame brought the meeting back to order. “What
can you tell me?”
“I
recognized some rather borderline honest people there.” Susan opened.
Dominique
nodded, “Lots of bling trade people, lots of import/export types, and a few
people whose ancestry certainly traces back to Sicily.”
“People we
do business with?” Madame asked.
“The odd
one or two.” Susan nodded.
“Susan if
you give me a list I’ll set some people to the task of picking their brains.”
“I’ve
already done that Madame.” Susan
withdrew a sheet of paper from her file and handed it to her.
“Impressive
Susan. Nice to see my New York office headed by someone can use her own
initiative.” Madame smiled.
“Thank
you.” Susan blushed slightly.
“I
overheard plenty of gossip and some interesting things I don’t think were
intended for my ears.” Charlotte smiled. “It was interesting listening in on
conversations people presumed I couldn’t understand because of the language.”
“I bet it
was.” Dominique glanced round. “So what
did you hear?”
“For one
thing, they are indeed involved in the provision of child slave labour. There is a cultural element involved, but
from what I overheard, Ama can never return either to the consulate, or indeed
home.”
The others
looked at Charlotte before Dominique said “Are you saying…”
“I am – she
would never leave the consulate alive.
Madame, I believe we must formally offer sanctuary to her.”
“So noted
Charlotte, I had already come to a similar decision. So, in your professional opinion, what is
your view on the level of involvement of the consulate.”
Charlotte
thought for a moment, before she said “Madame, I think these activities are
very compartmentalized within the Mazengwean diplomatic corps.”
“Compartmentalized?”
“Yes
Madame, Kimba himself is a member of the Ngota tribe. Before colonialism they
dominated and got tribute from the other tribes in the region. Though
reasonably numerically small they have always regarded themselves as an elite.”
“And that
means?” Dominique asked out of curiosity.
“Most of
the Mazengweans I caught talking out of school last night were I think Ngota,
if not all of them.”
“So you
think this is being done by only a minority?” Madame asked.
“I think so
Madame. The president is from the
majority Nzengwe tribe, but everyone knows he is only a figurehead. Real power
lies with Kimba. He’s a man my father both disliked and was afraid of.”
“You think
he might have been concerned in your father’s death?” Dominique asked again.
“He or his
security goons… Yes.” Charlotte nodded. “I overheard he ordered the murder of
Jane Addison.”
“The BBC
girl who was killed?”
“Yes
Madame.”
“But why
does all this tie to Burinda?” Dominique asked.
“Well maybe
I can help with that.” Annie finally spoke. “I overheard some overweight and
sweaty guy complaining that the government in Burinda would still not let his
company in to work some mines.”
“Now that
is interesting.” Charlotte mused.
“Sweaty guy
was complaining to the Mazengwean, asking why the hell the rebels were not in
charge yet.”
“A picture
is forming.” Madame stood up and started to pace. “We are looking at a
situation where the Mazengwean’s. The Burindan’s, and these unsavory business
types are working in tandem.”
“So it
would appear,” Susan said, “but what is unclear to me is whether the Mazengwean
staff are in sole charge, and act as agents for Burinda, or f they are equal
partners.”
“Something
to consider – what else?”
“Angel Xantu,”
Annie said. “I think her contacts at the
consulate go higher than we had realized, but that is resented by some of the
staff.”
“I concur,”
Charlotte said, “she is not held in high regard by some of the more junior
staff.”
“I also do
not believe she is aware of Legault’s involvement – she seemed to think her
safe was the only one that had been emptied.”
“Interesting
– can we find out when Legault is expected back?”
“I will
make enquiries,” Susan said.
“Dominique?”
“If the
vice-president is indeed the top man, he will be extremely difficult to get
to. Charlotte informed me he had two
highly professional bodyguards, and I can confirm that is the case.”
“The two
models?”
“A
carefully constructed cover,” Dominique said quietly. “We need more evidence before we could think
of moving.”
“We do
however have one very promising lead – Oliver Cohen.”
“Cohen? The gem merchant?”
“The same
Madame,” Susan said, “I overheard a discussion between him and a consulate
official, which suggested he was expecting the diamonds we liberated
yesterday. He also knows Kimba –
personally.”
She handed
Madame a file, saying “Our file on him.”
“Excellent
– so any information you can get from him would prove extremely useful.”
Susan
nodded as Madame stood up. “You have all
done very well – go home, rest. Annie,
can you join us again tomorrow?”
“I have
some business to take care of St Angela’s, but I can be here for eleven?”
“Excellent
– we shall re-convene then.” Madame stood, the others following suit as she
left and Susan closed the door.
“And –
breathe,” she said. “A nightcap?”
“Oh yes,”
Annie said as she sat down, “Thank you.”
Dominique
looked up from the table as Sandy Richmond walked into the restaurant, and
waved her over.
“Thank you
for joining me, Sandy,” she said as she stood up, watching the heiress walk
over. Sandy wore a black waistcoat over
a white roll neck sweater, and grey pants, while Dominique was in her usual
black sweater and pants.
“Thank you
for inviting me,” Sandy said with a smile as she sat down. “I need to get back up to Manchester later
today, but at least I do so on a full stomach.”
The
waitress walked over and poured fresh orange juice into the glasses, as Sandy
perused the menu. “So, how are Heather
and Joanne,” Dominique asked as she sipped her drink.
“Both well,
and they send their regards as well as their thanks,” Sandy sad with a
smile. “They’re bust getting the spare
rooms in the house ready for our guests.”
“Guests?”
“Indeed –
John’s daughter and granddaughter arrive tomorrow. Most of their personal effects are arriving
today – John is at their new house now to supervise the delivery – but Barbara
and Jeannie are coming out to Manchester for the first two weeks of their time
here.”
“A fine way
to start a new life in this country,” Dominique said as the waitress
returned. “Eggs Benedict and black
coffee.”
“I’ll have
the Spanish omelet with Canadian bacon, and black coffee,” Sandy said as she
handed the menu back over. “So,” she
said with a smile, “I wanted to thank
you as well for the favour you did for us.”
“It was my
pleasure,” Dominique said as she sat back.
“I trust everything was there?”
“We believe
so, yes. Did you look at them?”
“No – I was
not asked to, and I do not need to. I am
curious, however, as to why you asked for my assistance instead of taking care
of the matter yourselves?”
Sandy
sipped her fruit juice and replaced her glass, before saying “There were
complicating factors. Rest assured your
approach was the best.”
“You
flatter me, but I thank you,” Dominique said quietly.
“Out of
curiosity, did you profit personally?”
“There were
certain items of interest that I liberated from the person. More than that I cannot say.”
“Of
course,” Sandy said with a smile as the food was delivered. She took a slice of the omelet and chewed on
it, before saying “So, why were you at the reception last night?”
“A
professional matter,” Dominique said as she ate a piece of the bagel and
egg. “As you know, Madame has many business
interests, and several were at the reception.
It provided an ideal opportunity to meet with them – even if I had to,
well, crash the party.”
“Hence the
disguise,” Sandy said with a raised eyebrow.
“Hence, as
you say, the disguise. What of yourself?”
“I was
invited – we support some of the education programs in Mazengwa, and I wanted
to thank Vice-President Kimba for his support.”
Dominique
looked at Sandy, wondering what else was going on behind the smile, so she
decided to test the waters.
“By the
way, I heard you were a victim of this Black cat recently. I trust you were not too badly treated by
her?”
“Not
really, no,” Sandy said with a smile, “but if I ever have the fortune to meet
her again, I will share my displeasure with her- personally.”
“She did
not steal that much surely?”
“No – it is
the principle of the thing. Talking of
surprises, did I see Susan last night as well?”
Dominique
considered for a moment, and then nodded.
“She had another matter to deal with concerning a local contact. You know she has now re-located to New York?”
“No, I did
not – do you have her address? I must
invite her to dinner some time, with her husband.”
Dominique
produced a pen and paper, and scribbled a phone number down. “I suggest you call her here – she is not
quite ready yet to receive visitors.”
“Of
course,” Sandy said as she folded the paper and placed it in her bag, before
drinking some coffee. “So you conducted
your business successfully?”
“Yes, I
did,” Dominique said with a nod. “Did you
manage to meet His Excellency?”
“Briefly –
he seemed concerned with maintaining his public face.”
“So, do you
have any work planned?”
“Not in the
immediate future,” Sandy said. “Carina
is due to give birth soon, and with our house guests…”
“Of course,”
Dominique said as she wiped her mouth.
“And you?”
“One or two
projects, but I am here mainly to deal with a trifling matter of discipline.”
“Of course
– but if we can assist in any way?”
“Then
Madame will call, I am sure.”
“Excellent,”
Sandy said as she stood up, and reached for her purse.
“No, this
is on me,” Dominique said quietly. She
asked for the slip, and signed it as Sandy said “Thank you.”
“My
pleasure. I hope to see you soon.”
“Come out
to the house when you have a day or two free – I’m sure they will be delighted
to see you.”
“I’ll see
what I can do. Safe journey.”
“You too,”
Sandy said as she walked out of the restaurant with Dominique. As they passed the reception desk, the clerk
said “Miss Dominique – your order has just been delivered.”
“Thank
you,” she said as she collected the bags.
Sandy noted the names on the bags – Little Miss Matched, Gap, Uniqlo and
others.
“Not your
usual retailer,” Sandy said with a smile.
“Presents
for a friend,” Dominique said with a smile.
“Until next time, Sandy.”
“Until
then,” Sandy said as she walked out of the hotel, the parking attendant
bringing her car round. As she drove
off, she saw Annie Kelly approaching the hotel, wearing a polo shirt and new
jeans.
“Now why is
she going there,” she thought to herself, before joining the traffic.
“Thank you
for joining us, Annie,” Madame X said as they sat round the coffee table
again. “My staff have now had a chance
to assess the information more fully.
Charlotte, any further thoughts on what the government officials may be
up to?”
“Apart from
lining their pockets?” Charlotte sat
back and said “I wonder if there is a deeper connection between Burinda and the
rebels. Is it possible the rebels are
playing both sides against each other, trying to escalate the instability?”
“It had
crossed my mind- which is why what we need to know is what role Oliver Cohen is
playing in this affair, and who exactly he is brokering for. We also need to know quickly – I want this
situation to be resolved, and I am frustrated that we still do not have all the
necessary information.”
“So how do
we get what we need to know,” Charlotte said, “rob Cohen?”
“Exactly.”
Annie
looked at Madame, before saying “Are you asking us to rob a known criminal?”
“A suspected
criminal at this stage – Susan would lead the team, and each of you would take
on a specific role. Dominique, you would
handle the alarms. Charlotte, examining
and removing the relevant contents of their safe, as well as anything we may usefully
parlay in there. Annie, you take the
rest of the house and use your judgment.”
“I presume
we will require to be armed for this?”
Annie
looked at Dominique as Madame nodded.
“Susan?”
“Cohen
lives in the Heights. His wife, Suzanne,
is in her late forties, and there is a nineteen year old daughter, Rebecca, who
lives at home with them. No
servants. The proposal is we do a home
invasion scenario – enter at force, subdue and restrain the family, and force
Cohen to open his safe by threatening violence against his family. We do this quickly, we do this neatly.”
“Plans?”
Susan
spread out on the coffee table a floor map of the house. “Study carefully – we depend on speed and
surprise for this. With luck, we will
find what we need.”
“Annie,”
Madame said, “as this is our operation you work as part of the team, to our
rules and regulations. You will get a
share of any profits, but the game here is far greater than you usually work
for. Do you understand?”
Charlotte
looked at her as she said “In for a penny – one question. We can’t go as we were at the party last
night. What will we wear?”
“I have an
idea,” Dominique said, “one I think you will all like…”
“I’ll get
Clint to requisition a van for our purposes,” Susan said quietly, “we meet at
my apartment at six. I believe you know
the way Annie?”
“Oh my –
you look like you did when we first met?”
Dominique
smiled as Ama watched her apply the dark mascara around her eyes. She wore a black leather bodysuit, which
hugged her figure as it zipped up the front, and over the knee tight black
leather boots.
“I suppose
I do,” she said as she stood up, “but it is a little different.” She picked up a pair of long black leather
gloves and slipped them onto her arms, before clipping a belt with several
pouches around her waist, and then putting an old raincoat over the top of the
costume.
“Before I
go,” Dominique said as she fixed her black hair up onto her head and then place
a long chestnut coloured wig over it, “Ama, I need to ask how you would feel if
you were asked to remain in this country?”
“As a
servant again?”
“No – as a
normal young lady, to grow up and be yourself.
It would not be with me – my work means I travel too much – but with a
friend.”
Ama looked
at her and said “When we met, you were robbing master and mistress, were you
not?”
“I was,”
Dominique said as she sat next to Ama, “and that is part of what I do, but I
also want to stop other girls like you Ama from being made to work as you did,
and from being treated as you were. This
is why I am going out tonight, and this is what I do. Do you understand?”
“I think
so,” Ama said as she nodded. “Will you
be long?”
“I do not
believe so – tomorrow, we will talk more of what we can do for you. Please, wait up for me.”
Ama nodded
as Dominique gave her a hug, and then walked out of the room and along the
corridor. As she got into the lift,
Charlotte joined her, her black boots peeking out from under her white coat.
“Seriously,
like this?”
“It is a
little joke,” Dominique said with a smile as they walked out of the hotel and
hailed a cab.
As they
arrived at Susan’s apartment block, they were surprised to see Annie standing
outside. “Hey,” she said as Charlotte
paid the cab, “I was hoping you lot would arrive before I went up.”
“Still
afraid she’s going to kill you?”
“A little,”
Annie said as Susan and Clint came down.
“The rest of the equipment is in the van,” Susan said as she adjusted
her own chestnut wig, “Let’s get in and get going.”
The quartet
walked over to a grey van and climbed into the back, Clint getting behind the
wheel and driving off.
“There it
is,” Susan said as she looked up at the townhouse, “and it looks as if the
family are at home. Good – suit up.”
The four
women placed the masks over their eyes, and checked the Glocks they were
carrying, before Charlotte and Dominique picked up a canvas bag each. Annie took several deep breaths, suppressing
the excitement she was beginning to feel at what they planned to do.
“The
pavement’s clear,” Susan said quietly, “Let’s go.” She opened the side door as the four Catwomen
walked out, their heels clicking as they walked quickly up the stairs and Susan
opened the front door of the house.
The hallway
was well lit, and they could hear music coming from a room to the right as Annie
closed the door. Susan counted down with
her fingers.
Three…
Two…
One…
Throwing
open the door to the room, the four of them walked in as Susan said “Nobody
move – this is a robbery. Stay where you
are, do as you are told, and nobody gets hurt.”
Oliver
Cohen was standing by a drinks cabinet, a bottle of single malt in one hand and
a glass in the other, as Dominique walked quickly over and pressed her gun into
his back. “Put them down,” she snarled,
“and put your hands on your head.”
“Dad, what’s
happening?”
Rebecca
Cohen was sitting on a chair, her feet curled up under her and a book on her
lap. She was wearing a white blouse with
a high collar, and black leather trousers, her white ankle socks just peeking
out with her feet.
“Hush,”
Annie said as she put her gun against Rebecca’s head, “Keep quiet, keep calm.”
“Find the
wife,” Dominique said as Susan and Charlotte left the room. “You,” she then said as she looked at
Rebecca, “on your knees on the floor, hands behind your back.”
“why?”
“Why do you
think – now do it!” Annie pressed her
gun against Rebecca’s side as she moved to do as she was told, and then drew a
length of rope from the bag Dominique had placed on the floor, using it to bind
the young girl’s wrists tightly together behind her back. A second length went around her waist,
forcing her wrists against her back.
“Halloween
isn’t for months,” Cohen growled. He
wore a pale blue v-necked sweater over a matching shirt, dark trousers and dark
blue slippers.
“We’re not
cosplayers,” Dominique purred as she stroked his belly, “we’re robbers, and we
want the contents of your safe. Now,
play nice and everyone has a good time.
Play nasty and…”
She nodded
at Annie, who swallowed as she pulled Rebecca’s head back by tugging on her
hair. “Daddy,” she yelped with fright as
Annie stroked her cheek with the barrel of the gun.
“Oh my god
– there are four of you?”
Susan and
Charlotte pushed Suzanne Cohen into the room, wearing a cornflower blue dress
with a brown suede waistcoat and matching knee length boots. Her arms were already bound behind her back,
and lengths of rope held them in place above and below her chest.
“Is Mister
Cohen going to behave,” she said as Suzanne was forced to kneel next to
Rebecca, and Annie started to tie the young girl’s arms to her side.
“I believe
he will,” Dominique said as she pushed him forward. “Sit down and watch – I’ll go and take care
of the alarms.”
“Good,”
Susan said as Dominique left the room, watching from the fireplace as Annie and
Charlotte bound the ankles and legs of the two women. “Now then, Mister Cohen, you are going to
tell us where your safe is, and how to open it, aren’t you?”
“Go to
hell.”
“Oh dear oh
dear,” Susan said as she looked at the fat man, “I can see how much you’re
sweating. Please, ladies, show Mister
Cohen what the price of his disobedience is likely to be.”
Charlotte
looked at Annie, and then knelt in front of Suzanne, smiling as she placed the
tip of her gun barrel against the bound woman’s lips.
“no,”
Rebecca whispered as Annie stroked the side of her cheek with the gun, and then
placed it against her neck.
“Oliver,
for the love of God…”
“Well,
Mister Cohen?”
Oliver
Cohen looked at his wife and daughter, shaking as they knelt down, and then
said “All right, all right – I’ll show you.”
“Good –
ladies, silence and complete restraining these two.”
Nodding,
the two masked women laid their guns down while Charlotte produced two sponges,
two lengths of cloth and a roll of black tape from the bag. Handing a sponge and a length of cloth to
Annie, they both compressed the sponges in their hands as Susan said “open wide
now.”
Looking at
each other, Rebecca and Suzanne allowed the masked intruders to push the
sponges into their mouths, the material expanding and pressing their tongues
down as well as filling the space behind their teeth, while the cloths were
used as cleave gags to keep them in place,
The black tape was then wound tightly round their heads, trapping their
hair against their necks as it further silenced them.
As
Dominique walked back in, Annie and Charlotte removed the rings, earrings and
necklaces from the two women, depositing them into a small velvet sack.
“Get on the
floor,” Susan shouted as Rebecca and Suzanne were pushed over, lying on their
stomachs as their ankles were pulled back and tied to their chest ropes. Looking at Dominique, she said “bind him,”
the other three watching as Dominique bound Cohen’s wrists behind his back, and
then his arms to his side.
“Now,”
Susan said literally purred as she leaned forward and stroked up his chins with
her gloved finger, “you will come with me and my friend and we shall have a
look at your safe. You – guard them.”
Charlotte
nodded as Susan looked at Annie. “You go
and search the other rooms, see what else you can find.”
Annie nodded
and left the room, climbing the staircase as Susan and Charlotte frog marched
Cohen out of the room.
“Which
way?”
He nodded
to a door, Dominique going over and slowly opening it in case there was a trap
waiting. Satisfied nothing was going to
happen, she opened the door and Susan pushed Cohen in.
“Where is
it?”
“Behind the
bookcase, pull Of Mice and Men forward.”
“Sit,”
Susan said as she pushed Cohen towards a chair, Dominique brushing her fingers
over the bookcase. As she felt along the
edge, she said “wait” and removed a thin blade from her belt, working it up a
gap until she stopped.
“You are a
clever man Mister Cohen,” Dominique said as she turned. “Where is the switch?”
“Switch?”
“The one to
turn off the silent alarm that will go off if this door is opened.” Dominique pulled her gun out and aimed it at
his head. “I will not ask again.”
“Under…
Under the desk,” he said, the sweat pouring down his head, “right hand side.”
Susan
walked over and looked under the desk, before she pressed the switch. “Thank you,” Dominique said as she walked over
and pulled the book out, the false case swinging out to reveal a large walk-in
safe
“Hmm,”
Dominique said as she looked at it.
“Bring him over here.”
“Why?”
“this has a
retinal recognition lock. Now, I suppose
we could cut his eye out, but…”
“No – no,
I’ll come,” he said as he stood up, and placed his eye against a small
camera. There was a soft click, and a
message saying “Enter Access Code” appeared on the screen.
“Now, we
have two choices,” Dominique said as she looked through her mask at Cohen,” we
spend a little while to allow a device I have to get the code, and we pass the
time in fairly imaginative ways of torturing you, or you give us the code – the
correct code, mind you, and we open it now.
If you give us the wrong code – the one that deadlocks this type of safe
– we torture and kill you, torture and kill your wife and daughter, and then use
the device. So, which shall it be?”
She looked
down at the damp patch between his legs, and smiled as he said “the code is…”
Annie
closed the door to the bedroom and smiled.
It was obviously the daughters, and she had good taste, as the items in
her sack testified. Trying the next
door, she opened it and found herself in the master bedroom, but that was not
all she found.
The young
dark skinned girl looked at Annie, terrified for her life. She could not have been more than twelve, but
wore a similar outfit to that she had seen young Ama wearing the other
night. Fighting back her revulsion, and
realizing this was a time when she could not free this poor young thing, she
showed the young girl her gun and said “You’re going to do exactly what I say,
aren’t you?”
As the
young girl nodded, Annie smiled and said “I’m sorry, but I need to make sure
you cannot raise the alarm. Please, lie
face down on the bed and put your hands behind your back.” As she said this, she drew a roll of black
tape from one of the pouches on her belt, and started to bind the servant, at
the same time promising herself she would show Cohen what she thought of this.
“Thank
you,” Dominique said as she pushed Cohen onto the floor, making him lie face
down before he bound his legs, and pulled his ankles back to secure them to his
arms. As Susan knelt down and started to
gag him, Dominique returned to the front room.
“Go to
work,” she said to Charlotte, who left her guarding the two women as she went
into the office.
Looking in
the office, she placed the second canvas bag they had brought in on the table
and started to examine the trays of gems, loading them into sacks and placing
them into the bag as Susan blindfolded Oliver Cohen. She then started to search quickly through
the papers, returning personal items such as wills and deeds but placing other
documents, as well as rolls of bank notes in various currencies, into the safe.
They turned
as Annie walked in, and went straight to Cohen before rolling him over with her
foot and then kicking him in the groin.
They heard him groan out through the tape as Annie kicked him again, and
then looked at her with questioning eyes.
“Ask me
later,” she said as she placed her finds in the canvas bag. “We done?”
Susan
looked at Charlotte, who did a last sweep of the safe and then nodded.
“Right –
don’t move,” Susan said to Cohen who was still groaning on the floor, before
the three of them left, Dominique joining them as Susan opened the door and
looked out.
Clint
jumped out of the van and opened the door to allow them to get in, before
closing it and getting behind the wheel.
As they drove off again, Susan and Charlotte looked at Annie and said
“Well?”
“Well
what,” Dominique said as she looked at Annie.
“They had
one as well – barely thirteen I’d say.
There was no way we could do what we did with Ama, not without
compromising the entire mission, so I had to tape her in the bedroom, gag her
and leave her there – for now.”
“Ah,” Susan
said, “Well, I guess that does justify two kicks to the groin. I may have used the heel myself in that case
– admirable self restraint…”
Susan
stopped, then sat and put her arms round Annie as she started to cry. “It’s all right,” she said quietly, “they’ll
pay for that another day, but not today.
You did good, kid, you did good…”
“Dominique!”
Ama jumped
up and hugged her savior as she came back in, and sat down.
“I have
been thinking of what you said earlier,” the young girl said, “and I would very
much like to stay here, even if it is not with you.”
“Good,”
Dominique said with a smile, “We will talk more in the morning. For now, let me shower and change, and then
we’ll have a girl’s night in…”
“So the
documents prove the link?”
“I believe
so, Madame,” Charlotte said as they sat round the coffee table the following
afternoon. Annie was wearing a white
v-necked jumper and dark chinos, Dominique a grey sweatshirt and pants, while
both Charlotte and Susan wore blouses and skirts. “The forensic team are working on the laptop
and memory sticks we retrieved, but the paper trail is obvious. Cohen is the dealer for the gems, and the
money goes to known heavy weapon suppliers for orders to Burinda.”
“We
retrieved several hundred thousand in notes, and a substantial amount of gems
and jewelry,” Dominique said, “and – well, Annie has told you of the other
discovery.”
“Indeed,”
Madame said as she looked at Annie. “I
do not normally broach such things, but in this case I am prepared to forgive
and forget. I think the picture begins
to…”
The sound
of a cell phone ringing interrupted the talk, as Madame looked at the
screen. “Excuse me a moment,” she said
as she left the room.
“Who would
have her private number?”
Dominique
and Susan said nothing – they could guess who.