Happy Families – Part 1
Saturday 23rd January
Noon GMT
Steelbridge
Mary Thomas smiled as
she walked down the street, looking at the hills rising into the slate grey sky
behind the houses. No matter where she
travelled, no matter what she did in her life, the valleys were in her blood,
and she always enjoyed the chances to come back home.
Before she had left the
hotel, she had looked at the photographs from the ball the previous night –
Alice McKinnon had really pulled the stops out on Abby’s dress, but all the
ladies had looked magnificent. Even
young Nicola, although not officially one of the ladies, had looked wonderful
in her dress.
But today – today was
not about the world of high fashion and modelling. Today was about a girl from the valleys
coming home to visit her family – and as she looked round, she was beginning to
feel more and more at home.
She stopped at the low
gate, looking at the neatly kept garden outside the semi-detached house, and
then went in, walking up the garden path and ringing the door bell.
As she waited, she
looked along the street, smiling as the door was opened and she looked at the
grey haired man standing there.
“Wel wel, ychydig iawn
o chwaer, yr ydych yn edrych yn dda?”
“Ar gyfer hen ŵr,
nad ydych yn edrych eich hun mor ddrwg Dai?”
“Ddim yn rhy hen i roi
hug chi, yr wyf yn eich sicrhau,” he said as he wrapped his large arms round
Mary and picked her off the ground.
“Put her down Dai,
you’ll crush her!”
“Not my Mary I won’t”
Dai Thomas said as he looked at her.
“Put the kettle on Mari – little sis is here for a cuppa.”
“Ai now that hits the
spot Mari,” Mary said as she sipped from her mug, and looked round the room at
the photographs. “How are the kids?”
“Well, Matt just moved
to Shrewsbury,” Dai said as he looked at her, “but he brings the kids over once
a month, and you heard the youngest on Christmas day.”
“Oh yes – a toy drum?”
“Oh come on Mary –
remember when Ma and Pa gave me one?”
“Ai – and I remember
the headaches they had that day,” Mary said with a smile. This was her idea of a good day – sitting
with family.
“And how are you Mary,”
Mari asked as she sat down. She and Dai
were four years older than Mary – childhood sweethearts who had met in the
village, married in the chapel, and brought their own children up through the
hard years.
“Oh I can’t complain –
work keeps me busy,” Mary said with a smile.
“Look at her – my
little sister, MBE,” Dai said with a smile.
“That must have been some day.”
“It was long, tiring,
and I was very very proud to meet Charlie,” Mary said with a smile. She reached into her bag and took out a small
box, opening it to show Dai and Mari.
“Such a small thing,
really,” Dai said as he handed it back, then looked round as the door opened.
“Ma, Pa, you in the
front room,” a female voice called out.
“Come on through, we’re
in the parlour,” Mari called out, as the door opened and a young woman came in,
wearing a black leather jacket over a brown jumper, jeans and short brown
boots.
“Hello Jenny,” Mary
said as she stood up and hugged her niece.
“Aunt Mary – it’s so
good to see you again,” Jenny Thomas said as she hugged her back.
“Did you bring them for
me?”
“They’re outside – is
there any tea left in the pot Ma?”
“I’ll come with you and
make a fresh pot,” Mari said as they went through to the kitchen.
“She’s looking well,”
Mary said quietly, “how’s the florist’s business doing?”
“She’s making a good go
of it,” Dai said with real pride in his voice.
“So what are your plans for the next few days?”
“Well, after this
afternoon,” Mary said, “back to London, and a couple of days in the CS offices
making sure their layouts are ready, then some down time. I’ve booked to see a couple of shows, and
then back by Wednesday.”
“To an empty house
again?”
“Not really – not anymore,”
Mary said as she sipped her tea.
2 pm GMT
Steelbridge
Cemeteries can be cold,
forbidding places, especially under a cold January sky, but the caretakers on
this one had done their best to make it look nice, with flower beds and trees.
Mary stood for a
moment, her dark coat fastened round her body, as she looked at the dark
granite headstone, the gold lettering spelling out the names of three
generations of the Thomas family.
“Hey Da,” she said
quietly as she laced the large bouquet of flowers on the grass, “it’s me, your
little Mary. I know it’s been a while
since I came, but I’m here now. You were
so proud of me when I went to the grammar, to college, and then into the
industry, and I hope you’re still as proud of me today.
“Rwy'n dal i hoffi
gallu gweld eich gwên, clywed eich llais, eich chwerthin un mwy o amser, ond yr
wyf yn gwybod eich bod yn edrych i lawr gyda Ma, ac eich bod yn falch o bob un
ohonom.”
She leaned over and put
her hand on his name, before saying “sleep well Da, until we meet again.”
Smiling, she turned and
walked back to where her brother was waiting.
“All done?”
“All done,” Mary said
as she looked back, “thanks for driving me up.”
“Hey – you’re my little
sis, how could I refuse? Come on – I’ll
stand you a coffee at the Nook. Tracy
still runs it you know?”
“You’re kidding? Surely she should have retired by now?”
“She’s like you little
one – does not know the meaning of the word,” Dai said as he opened the car
door.
11 am
The Huntingdown Apartment
Juliette was enjoying
the peace and quiet, with Klaus out for a meeting, and the opportunity to play
catch up with a fresh mug of coffee, when she noticed the blinking call sign on
her laptop.
Smiling, she answered
the call and said “Hello Mary.”
“Hi Juliette,” Mary
Clark said from her home in San Francisco, “sorry to disturb you at home, but I
tried calling Missy and she’s in conference.”
“Yeah,” Juliette said
as she glanced at her watch, “I suspect you will hear from her later
today. So, how can I help you?”
“Juliette,” Mary said,
“I need to ask a special favour.”
“I’ll help if I can
Mary.”
“I was watching the
coverage of the ball on TV last night,” Mary said, “and I got in my mind an
idea for a special dress that I’d like to wear for Trina’s ball.”
“Sounds interesting
Mary,” Juliette said as she took a drink from her mug, “what can I do to help?”
“Do you know anyone can
translate my idea into a design, and then get it made up for me in time?”
“Hmmm,” Juliette said,
“normally I’d suggest Alice, but she’s snowed under with work I know.”
“Oh…”
“Hold on Mary,”
Juliette said with a smile, “I might just have an idea. Have you met Kylie
Mitchell?”
“No…Should I have?”
“She’s at school in
Hong Kong, she’s sort of a relative of a relative of mine. But most importantly
Alice has already used some of her ideas.”
“She sounds talented.”
“She is…Look if I ask
her to Skype you, then she can maybe sketch some ideas, and then I trust in my
Hong Kong people to make the dress and get it too you in time.”
“Oh Juliette that would
be AMAZING!”
“Alright let me get
hold of Kylie and I’ll put the two of you in touch.”
“Just thank you SO
MUCH!”
“Not a problem.”
Juliette smiled. “Stay by your computer
– I may just catch her before she retires for the night.”
As she ended the call,
Juliette glanced at her watch. “Midnight
in Hong Kong – here goes nothing,” she said as she tried a connection.
“Juliette darling,”
Kylie drawled as she appeared, wearing a jumper on the screen, “what can I do
for you?”
“Don’t go to bed just
yet, Kylie – I wonder if you can do a favour for me.”
“Oh? And what would that be?”
“Have you seen anything
of Mary Clarke?”
“Your new Californian
model? What of her?”
“Well – she needs a
gown for a ball in a few weeks, and she has an idea, but she needs someone to
make it a reality. Given the time, and the need for top quality quickly, i
wondered if you would be interested in making her idea a reality?”
Kylie sat back and
removed her glasses, wiping them before she put them back on.
“Marina’s told me about
her darling, and I’ve seen her pictures. I think I might be a bit intimidated
designing for such a beautiful woman Juliette.”
“And she’s likely to be
intimidated by you…but I really think this project might be good for both of
you.”
“Well I can but try.”
“Good…And Thank You
Kylie.”
“How do I get hold of
her?”
“Let me call her and
I’ll patch you together in a group chat on here.”
“Okay buzz me when
she’s ready. Marina is making coffee, and I think I’m going to need it.”
“You will if you are
designing for Mary,” Marina sat down next to Kylie. “Hi Ju!” she waved at the
screen.
“Hi Marina. Listen – Kylie, can you give me and Marina
five minutes, and then I’ll start the call?”
“What’s up,” Marina
said as Kylie slipped off to get a pen and paper.
“I wanted to give you
the heads up – Anna is going to accept a promotion to Worldwide Editor of
Complete Style.”
“Is she now? Why would I... Oh.
“OH! Is that why she contacted Catherine?”
“And me, and
Janine. We’ll discuss it later,” Ju said
as Kylie came back, and Juliette made the connection.”
“Mary Clarke, this is
Kylie Mitchell. Kylie, Mary.”
“Hello darling,” Kylie
said with a smile, “I understand you would like my help?”
“Hi Kylie – Juliette
tells me you might be able to put my idea into reality.”
“Well, I will do my
best – so what did you have in mind?”
“Well,” Mary said with
a blush, “it’s kind of based on what I would have loved to wear to my prom if I
had gone. That, and mixed with a design
I saw last night when watching the New York prom.”
“Okay – tell me
something of it.”
“It’s a full gown, made
of pale blue silk, with capped sleeves at the shoulders. The bodice would be open at the top, and with
diamante or some sort of sparkle on the front.”
“Diamante on the
front,” Kylie said quietly as she took some notes. “Okay, Mary darling – please continue.”
“Flowing dress, with a
gathered waist and soft pleat, and matching opera gloves. I know it’s not much to go on, but the idea
came when watching Mandy Carrow last night.
“By the way, do you
know you sound like her?”
“It has been mentioned,
darling,” Kylie drawled as she smiled, and Marina shook her head. “Now, let me see if I remember – about five
eleven, so with heels just over six foot, size two?”
“Close enough – so can
you do this for me?”
“Hmmm – San Francisco, ten
hours ahead of me... Let me get some
sleep, sketch some ideas in the morning, and then send them to you to comment
on. Does that sound good to you, Mary?”
“Wonderful – and thank
you again Kylie.”
“Of course – Ju, we
will see you soon?”
“I’m looking forward to
it – forgive me girls, I need to head off.
Kylie, I’ll send you Mary’s contact details.”
“Thank you, Juliette –
and have a good day. You as well, Mary.”
As the line went dead,
Mary smiled. “Nice kid – how old is she?”
“Sixteen in March I
think,” Juliette said with a smile.
Noon
Martino’s
“Well, here we are,”
Abby said as she came into the restaurant with Angel and Fiona, “looks as if we
are the first here as well.”
“Not quite,” Angel said
as Samantha and Sharon waved from one of the booths.
“Hey – our parents were
having brunch together, so we got hauled out of bed early,” Sam said as they
joined them and sat down.
“So how are you feeling
this morning,” Sharon said as she looked at Angel.
“Wonderful – my mother
has the perfect sure for a hangover. A
large drink of water and two paracetamol.
You?”
“Surprisingly good –
tired, but good,” Abby said as she sat down and looked to the doorway. “Hey Brig – get some sleep?”
“Nope – not worth it,”
Brigitte said as she sat down.
“Hello GIRLS,” Trina
said as she came in and sat down.
“How does she do it?”
“Great party though it
was, you’re all in for a treat in a few weeks,” Trina said as she sat down and
looked at the menu.
“Hey Nell – how are you
feeling?”
“I feel great - and
girls, sorry if I stepped on toes last night, on behalf of both me and Mike,”
Nell said as she sat down.
“So where is my
brother?” Fiona said as she looked up from the menu.
“He escorted me here,
then went to meet Tony and some of the others for... So the rumours are true.”
The others looked to
the door as Ally and Buffy came in together.
“What? Do I have some dirt on my face?”
“Oh no,” Abby said with
a smile, “it’s just this is something I never thought I’d get to see again.”
“So,” Ally said, “for
those of you who don’t know her very well…”
“Or at all,” Nell
interrupted her sister.
“This is Buff McGeorge,
all-round bitch, threat to anyone’s boyfriend, but officially now reinstated as
my friend.” Ally laughed as she finished.
“After an introduction
like that do I need reconsider having made up?” Buffy giggled as she slipped
into the booth.
“I would if I was you,”
Abby spoke, “she hasn’t changed much since we were all kids Buff.”
“Yeah,” Buffy said with
a smile, “I’d got that impression Abs.”
“Our mother was making
noises like groans when she thought of ‘The Terrible Two’ reunited.” Nell
picked up a menu.
“Oh Goddess, that’s a
nickname I haven’t heard in years.” Abigail shook her head.
“Why terrible?” Charly
asked.
“Because if you think
they have been trouble while they’ve been fighting all these years, some of us
remember the trouble they got into together before that…”
“Who us?” Ally and
Buffy said in sync trying to look innocent.
“Yes…YOU TWO!” Abby
looked heavenward.
“All I’m going to say
is that Buffy HAVING to go off to boarding school probably saved this city a
lot of grief.” Nell laughed.
“Hey I’d forgot that,”
Buffy looked at Ally, “you OWE ME for four years I didn’t get to spend at St
Angela’s.”
“Oh like I never heard
of your exploits whilst at school.” Ally laughed.
“True,” Buffy preened
herself, “I did attract a certain notoriety.”
“Talk about
UNDERSTATEMENT!” Abby shook her head.
“Heads up girls,” Fi
said as she looked to the door, “two people trying to look inconspicuous just
walked in.”
“Make room then,” Abby
said as Charly walked in, wearing a very unladylike pair of grey joggers and an
old jumper, and joined the growing group.
“Hey,” she said as she
looked at them through heavy eyes, “have I missed much?”
“Nope – let’s start
ordering...”
Noon
The Richmond Mansion
“Is that fresh coffee I
smell,” Victoria Gordon said as she joined the growing group of mothers in the
kitchen.
“It is,” Heather said
as she passed over a pot, “fresh pastries over there as well.”
“How is everyone
feeling?” asked Sandy.
“Tired,” mouthed Kelly
as she held her mug.
“Hung-over,” Sukie
grimaced.
“Nicely fuc…”
“MOTHER…That is far too
much information.” Sandy shook her head.
“Well you asked
darling.” Nessa smiled sweetly.
“I know.” Sandy looked
heavenwards.
“Perhaps you ought to
have asked if everyone enjoyed last night lover?”
“My answer would have
been similar Heather.” Nessa giggled.
“Don’t mind her
Heather…she’s like a teenager just discovered what sex is.” Paulie sipped her
coffee.
“And at my age too.”
Nessa kept giggling.
“Alright…other then my
mother’s carnal adventures, does everyone feel happy?” Sandy tried again.
The women nodded as
Heather went to answer the door, Mandy and Olivia waving to everyone as they
came in, and then two very large men in suits.
“Apologies, ladies,”
they said as they looked around, and then left before Teri came in.
“May I have some of
that please,” she said as Sandy poured a mug and passed it to her.
“A little too much
champagne last night Teri,” Olivia said.
“No – just enough. Not enough sleep.”
“Common problem,” Nessa
said, “if for differing reasons.”
Teri raised an eyebrow
before Mandy said “I believe the young gentlemen are meeting separately, are
they not Sandy darling?”
“Yeah – a diner I know
off 75th,” Heather said with a smile...
Noon
75th Street
“Well?”
Tony looked at Andrew
MacFarlane as he chewed on a mouthful of haggis, and then drank some tea.
“Acceptable – but it is
missing something,” he eventually said as David clapped him on the back.
“Well, life is full of
little disappointments,” Tony said as he cut some bacon and egg and put it into
his mouth.
“On the whole however,”
Andy said, “good choice.”
“Hey guys,” Mick Harran
said as he sat down, “have I missed much?”
“Not really – how was
the rest of your night?”
“A gentleman never
speaks out of turn,” Mick said as the waitress came over. “Full English and keep the tea coming.”
“You know the girls
think we are going to get ourselves into all kinds of trouble today?” David
leaned back.
“And what gives them
that impression?” Jack asked.
“It seems our American
counterparts have a certain reputation on their boys’ nights out.”
“Well I can’t afford
trouble…your sister would skin me alive,” Harry Cameron spoke.
“Oh of that you can be
certain.” Jack nodded.
“So we try and act as a
restraining force on our American equivalents?” asked Mick.
“We should at least
try.” David nodded.
“How can you even look
at food like this?” Todd Verducci asked. “And yeah I know I don’t look like
myself out of uniform.”
“Not for us to comment
old son.” David smiled.
“So what do you make of
the British breakfast?” Tony asked. “I disgust my roommate sometimes by making
this up at Cornell.”
“You really want an
answer?” Todd looked suspiciously at a slice of fried bread.
“Consider this – it’s
better than KP rations,” Mick said with a grin.
“I’m not sure about
that,” Todd said as he cut a piece and tried it, then drank a large gulp of
coffee.
12.30 pm
Martino’s
“Alright I want to ask
a question that I probably don’t need to know the answer to Nell,” Fiona said
as she ate some food, “but is my brother any good in bed?”
“Are you sure you want
an answer Fi?”
“Not really, because if
he is I’ll hate him for being a strutting little peacock, and if he isn’t I’ll
end up pitying and laughing at him.”
“Well let me put your
mind at rest,” Nell said as she wiped her mouth and put her napkin down, “no
he’s not the most skilled lover I ever had, but he’s tender, loving, and he’s
learning quickly…”
“Okay…” Fiona started to cut into her omelette, and
then stopped. “Hold on - are you telling
me that he was a…”
“Yeah…He was a virgin
till he met me.” Nell laughed.
“That lying bastard,”
Fi shook her head, “he told me that he did it first when he was 14.”
“Not what he told me.”
Nell continued laughing as Fiona digested the information.
The other girls laughed
with Fiona as Nell stood up and made her way to the washroom. When she emerged from the cubicle a few
minutes later, Buffy came out of the next stall, both of them washing their
hands.
“Nell you know my offer of help stands.” Buffy
whispered as they dried their hands.
“I got myself into this
mess Buff,” Nell answered quietly, “I’ll get myself out.”
“Is it to do with you
whoring for a while?”
“ME a whore?” Nell
laughed nervously, “where did you get that idea from Buff?”
“Oh just a little
something I heard on the grapevine…was it true?”
For a few seconds Nell
stood there looking at the other young woman.
“Was it?”
“Look Buff,” Nell
eventually said, “let me just say I did certain things that were fun at the
time, but which I now regret for their capacity to bring trouble to my friends
and family.”
“Or in other words you
were selling your body…I’m glad I wasn’t the only…”
“Buffy you never
did…DID YOU?”
“You think the New York
Sluts have a monopoly on sex?” Buffy giggled. “Yeah I’ve worked occasionally as
a call girl.”
“Oh dear Goddess!” Nell
shook her head.
“So I take it that the
guy with one brain cell was one of your Johns?”
“Yeah,” Nell nodded
slightly.
“And you think he’s
maybe remembering where he saw you before?”
“Yup.”
“Well if I can help
disillusion him Nell, just ask. We ex working girls need to stand together.”
1.30 pm
Martino’s
“Well,” Abby said as
she wiped her chin, “much as I would love to stay and chat I have...”
The sound of an
incoming text caught her attention, as she took her purse and took the small
device out.
“Uggh,” Abigail glanced
at her cell phone, “Missy’s suggestions for the shows I should walk at Fashion
Week. I don’t even want to think about that yet.”
“Watch this Buffy - you
should all be getting similar calls just about…now!” Ally laughed as the cell
phones of all the models started to go off.
“Doesn’t she even take
the weekend off?” Brig looked at her display.
“No,” Abby moaned…”she
can’t be serious three shows in one night?”
“Doesn’t she realize I
have studies to catch up on?” Trina looked up from her device, “no way I can be
in New York all that week.”
“I thought agents worked
for us?” Charly complained.
“Whatever gave you that
idea?” Angel shook her head, “we signed our lives away when we signed with
Missy.”
“Just remember these
are only her suggestions.” Abby tried to cool tempers, “we are free to say no.”
“And when was the last
time Missy accepted no for an answer,” Fiona said as she looked at Abby.
“It does happen –
honestly...”
1.45 pm
The Brewster Brownstone
“Was that your phone that
just went off?” Barbara asked as Jeannie wheeled herself into the kitchen.
“Yes,” Jeannie said as
she came to the table, “and you and Granddad are going to hate it…”
“Why?...Oh no she’s not
already?”
“Yup,” Jeannie said
with a smile, “my beloved agent wants to start booking me for Fashion Week.”
“OY!” Barbara said with
a heartfelt moan.
“What’s up?” John came
in from outside.
“Missy just sent me the
list of shows…”
“WHAT? Didn’t we only
just finish…?”
“Here Dad I’ll do us
both a cup of tea to steady our nerves.” Barbara stood up.
“So is she expecting
the impossible, or just miracles?”
“I don’t know Granddad
you tell me.” Jeans giggled as she passed him her device.
“Let’s see...” John looked at the list, and then back at
Jeannie. “Do you think Abby has a
similar list?”
“Very likely – why?”
“Miss Richmond’s going to
need to give me every night off that week if you meet all these...”
2 pm
Tavern on the Green
“Oh come on...”
Olivia and Grace stared
at the screens on their phones, and then at each other.
“This... This is a joke, right?”
“I wish – hey Ju.”
“Did you get…” Juliette
said as she sat down.
“We did,” Grace looked
up, “we were just trying to work out the best way to kill her.”
“Palomino is right…This
is just beyond my capabilities.” Olivia stared once again at her device through
her thick glasses. “I’m just going to have to strangle her.”
“Not if I get there
first.” Caroline said as she dropped into the booth as well.
“You as well?”
Caroline nodded as she
said “let me put it this way – she and I will have words.”
“The younger kids can
do this, but we all have other businesses.” Juliette groaned.
“Juliette she works for
you…”
“Try telling her that
Grace.”
“I know,” Grace thought
of anyone trying to stop Missy in full flow and laughed.
“Let’s just order our
food and see what we can work out.” Olivia pulled herself together.
“On other news – Ama’s
16th?”
“All arranged and
invites sent out,” Caroline said, “with many thanks to you Juliette?”
“Well, my old alma
mater said if I ever needed a favour?”
“So her party is at
FIT,” Olivia said.
“Oh yes – and at her
own request, the theme is Sixties. It
should be an interesting evening – it’s just a pity Abby and Angel are in
Vienna, but that can’t be helped.”
“Well, I’m flying back
on Thursday Olivia. When do you head up
to Niagara Ju?”
“About four
o’clock. We shoot tomorrow and Monday
morning, get back here in time to meet up with the others before the
flight. When is the party?”
“Saturday – before
that, I have Monday to get through.”
“Ah yes – the school
exchange. Nobody at Sacred Heart owned
up?”
“I’m afraid not – sorry
Caroline.”
“Well, Ama may forgive
you,” Caroline said, “but I will seek revenge, on this I promise.”
Noon Pacific Time
Oakland Hills, California
“So did Juliette help?”
“She did Pop,” Mary
said as she put a sandwich on the table for her father, “she’s put me in touch
with the girl that Marina looks after in Hong Kong, she’s some kind of distant
relative of Ju’s, but also a very talented young designer.”
“She sounds perfect.”
“Well I’ll know more
when I see her ideas.”
“Okay, and what was
that other text I saw you looking at so hard?”
“My proposed schedule
for New York Fashion Week from Missy.”
“Schedule?”
“Yes the shows she
thinks I should walk.”
Dave raised an eyebrow
as he said “has she seen you walk in heels?”
“Yes,” Mary laughed,
“it’s why she’s booked me some classes with a coach in LA next week while I’m
shooting that layout for the Russian magazine.”
“Well I hate to say it
Poppit, but yeah you really do need lessons.”
“Talking of which – are
you still all right to run David and me down to that dance studio for the dance
lessons.”
“Yeah – I’ll drop you
both off. Let’s see who Missy dragged up
to do this for you.”
2 pm Pacific Time
Dance Easy Studios
“I hope you know how
much I’m loving this,” David said as he and Mary walked round the studio,
wearing jeans, sweatshirts and trainers.
“Well, we could do with
a few starter lessons,” Mary said as her dad shook his head, and they went
through one door.
“So which
septuagenarian has...”
“Ah,” a deep male voice
said, “I’m in the right place for the Clarke lessons, right?”
“Oh my God, you are
Winston Brewster, you play for Stanford,” Mary’s father’s jaw dropped when the
young man walked in.
“I do.”
“But I thought, and
pardon my language, this was going to be some pansy dance coach coming to teach
Mary and my boy.”
“Well for my sins, I’m
also considered a first rate ballroom dancer.”
“Is that why you are so
light on yer feet?”
“Part of the reason,”
House smiled. “So where are my pupils?”
“Is he... Oh my lord, The House? You’re our dance teacher?”
“First lesson,” Winston
said as he looked at David, “nothing pansy about ballroom dancing. Now I guess you are David, and you are Mary,
correct?”
“Oh yes,” Mary said
quietly.
“Good – let’s get started.”
“I’ll leave you to it –
see you both later tonight,” Dave said as he left, still shaking his head as
the music started.
5 pm
The Callaghan Apartment
“And where is Tom,”
Carina said as she stood with Gale in her kitchen.
“At a game, believe it
or not,” Gale said as she made some coffee.
“I was surprised to hear Natalia was here as well.”
“So was I – but she
called today, so I left Judith with Jude and came down to spend the night with
her, you and Annie.” Carina was wearing
a grey jumper, blue jeans and a pair of black boots, while Gale wore a black
top and leggings.
“Give me a hand with
the cups will you,” Gale said as she picked up the coffee pot. Walking back into the main room, they found
Natalia and Annie talking, Natalia wearing a blue blouse and skirt, Annie a green
smock top and pants.
“I was telling Annie
she is looking remarkable well,” Natalia said as Carina put the cups down and
Gale started to pour.
“True – but I will be
glad when the Interschool is done and I can relax,” Annie said as Carina sat
next to her.
“Alright girls, enough
gossip, let’s open up and let our inner selves out.” Gale Callaghan spoke as
she passed round the coffee to Natalia, Carina, and Annie.
“I’m already here.”
Natalia smiled.
“I still can’t do that
very easily, be both of me at once.” Gail shook her head.
“It comes with
practice,” Natalia said as Carina closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Cousins – so good to
see you all again.”
“And you,” Gale said,
“and the latest expectations?”
“Doing well,” Annie
said as she sipped her coffee.
“Cousins, we need to
plan something before we all go and do something insanely stupid.” Carina
smiled.
“And before I’m too big
to participate.” Annie sipped from her cup.
“I agree – I felt the
call, and hence I am here,” Natalia said, “so have you any thoughts?”
“Only that we do it
discretely,” Gale said, “I have no wish to attract attention to myself.”
“Of course not,” Annie
said, “so what do we do?”
“Perhaps two between
us? Somewhere out of town?”
“If you can all be free
next Friday,” Carina said, “I thought of a little trip to a town I wish to
visit.”
“Oh? Where is that?”
“Buffalo...”
6 pm
Queen’s Landing Hotel,
Niagara-on-the-Lake
“Very impressive,”
Olivia said as she got out of Juliette’s car, looking at the Georgian white
marble entrance area.
“Feels like a bit of
old England,” Fiona said as the porter collected the cases from the boot, and
the two women followed Juliette in.
“Good evening, ladies,”
the man behind the reception desk said, “how may I help you?”
“You should have three
rooms booked for Norstar, in the names of Huntingdown and Treharran?”
“Ah yes – Miss
Huntingdown, Lady Treharran and Lady Treharran.
If you will fill out the registration forms?”
“Can we reserve a table
in the Tiara restaurant for 8.30 tonight,” Juliette said as she filled out the
form.
“Of course – I’ll make
the arrangements for you,” the man said as Olivia and Fiona signed. “These men will show you to your rooms.”
“That gives us time to
unpack and relax before dinner,” Juliette said as three porters took their bags
and followed them to the lift.
A few minutes later,
Fiona ran her hand along the bed and then looked out onto the harbour.
“Oh this is going to be
fun,” she said with a smile.
5 pm Pacific Time
Oakland Hills
“So, how were the
lessons?”
“Illuminating,” David
said as he hung his coat up, and Mary hugged her father. “Where are the others?”
“Gone to the movies –
so it wasn’t a waste of time?”
“Oh no,” David
said. “Did you know that The House dates
Jeannie Brewster Pop?”
“The disabled model?”
“Yeah.”
“No I didn’t kiddo.” Dave smiled as he watched his oldest
children.
“He says he literally
swept her up once and started dancing with her.” David tried a couple of the
steps he’d learned.
“Suddenly dancing aint
such a sissy thing eh?”
“Not when I know that
he dances,” David grinned, “he reckons that the quick footwork helps him on the
field, especially like his Rose Bowl touchdown when they brought him as an
extra Tight End.”
“Can you hear him Dad?”
Mary smiled.
“I can, and what about
you Poppit, did you learn anything?”
“Yeah that I need
practice if I’m not going to look totally outta place at Trina’s ball,” she said
as she sipped her coffee, “but also that dancing can be fun…even when I’m
dancing with David.”
“Hey I aint so bad…The
House said so.” David did a couple of turns.
“Ya know moves that
like can work on the basketball court as well kiddo?”
“Kind of what I was
thinking Pop.” David jumped into an armchair.
“So, what do you want
for dinner?” Mary stretched as she went
to the kitchen, and said “How does chicken and rice sound?”
“Sounds good,” David
said with a smile. “I might just like
this event after all.”
8 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“I – am exhausted,”
Abby said as she looked at her laptop.
“How are things up your way?”
“Well, I’m tired in a
different way,” Jo said as she looked out from the screen, “Coach had us doing
a ten mile hill run this morning – and I spent the afternoon in the company of
Wordsworth. I really do not like
poetry.”
“Oh I don’t know – it
can be fun,” Abby said with a smile.
“So what was the
highlight of the night?”
“Oh I don’t know –
probably the father’s dance. Grandpapa
is a really good dancer,” Abby said as she smiled.
“So on your own tonight?”
“I am – Fi has gone
with Juliette and her mother to Niagara, Cari went out with Annie, and Tony...”
“What about Tony?”
“He’s gone to the
Bachelor’s Night Out.”
8 pm
The New York Athletic Club
“This is the place
Mac,” the cab driver said as he pulled up outside.
"So this is the
famed New York Athletic Club?" Todd spoke as he and his British friends
climbed out of the cab.
"It's a pretty
impressive barn." David looked up from paying the driver.
"We shouldn't get
in a lot of trouble here." Jack looked pleased.
“Certainly looks up to
it,” Mick said as they walked up the stairs, “so why did everyone shudder when
this was mentioned.”
“Look – they swore it
was just going to be a meal, a few drinks.
Now what can possibly go wrong?"
"Those are famous last words Jack." David rolled his eyes as he
opened the door.
“Good evening
gentlemen,” the man manning the entrance desk said, “are you members?”
“Associate members,”
Jack said as he handed over a card.
“Viscount Millingham,
Lord Fitzstuart, Lord Treharran,” he said as he checked the cards of David and
Mick, “and the other gentleman?”
“Officer Cadet Verducci
is here as my guest – we are meeting a party in the Tap Room?”
“Of course sir – if you
will sign the book please?”
As Jack signed the
book, the others took off their great coats, all wearing shirts, ties and
jackets.
“Thank you sir – the
Tap Room is that way.”
As they made their way
in, they saw Rick Shelby and Stewart Pardee standing by the bar.
“Ah there you are,” the
Runt said with a smile, “come on – have a glass of champagne with us...”
“Andy – you got here
early,” David said as Andrew MacFarlane raised a glass.
“I did indeed,” he said
with a smile, “so why don’t we sit and talk of manly things...”
“Such as?”
“Who had the most
beautiful escort last night?”
“Hey not fair,” Mick
said as he accepted a glass, “I can’t take part given mine was my own sister!”
“Yeah – why did you
agree to do that, Mick Harran,” Todd said.
“Because, my dear
Officer Cadet,” Mick said, “Lady Fiona Treharran is a lady who appreciates the
ladies.”
“Oh... OH! Damn...”
“I know – a great loss
to all,” Mick said with a smile as Harry joined them. “Whereas these two Harrovian fellows of mine
certainly have hit the jackpot.”
“Well what can I say,”
Harry said with a smile, “but given two of her brothers are here, I plead the
fifth.”
“Wise move my boy,”
Tony said with a smile. “Although I must
say, that night in London will always live on in my memory....”
8 pm
Queens Landing
“So you had a pleasant
drive up, Ma Cherie?”
“I did, Diana – a nice
way to spend the afternoon, if nothing else.”
“Do Bandit and Fiona
really have no idea what you are up to up there Juliette Cherie?”
“I hope so.” Juliette
looked at the secured communication screen. “The last thing I need over the
next day or two is having to explain to them what this whole mess is about.”
“I totally comprehend.”
Diana smiled. “But at least they will be
kept busy for most of tomorrow.”
“Giving me time to do
the final scouting. So what is Abby
doing?”
“Her school homework,”
Diana said as she leaned back, “and she is worrying about what trouble Tony and
the other boys might get into tonight on their bachelors night out.”
“And I can understand
that as well.” Juliette shook her head
as she said “I’d like to say there is safety in numbers, but in the case of
this kind of event the pack mentality seems to make them worse.”
“Yes they egg each
other on.” Diana took a sip from her
mug, and then said “So where are Carina and Annie tonight?”
“Visiting Gale with
Natalia,” Juliette said, “and no with that foursome I definitely don’t want to
know what they are talking about.”
“Absolutely not,” Diana
gave an involuntary shiver.
“Did you look at
Louise’s photos by the way?”
“Yes,” Diana said
quietly, “and they are absolutely convincing to me, is she sure they are men?”
“I trust her expertise
on the subject.”
“Well men or women they
hopefully have an unpleasant surprise coming their way.”
“If I have anything to
do with it they have.” Juliette nodded.
“I have to sign off – dinner with the other two. I’ll call tomorrow when everything is in
place.”
8 pm
Allentown, Buffalo NY
“Well now there’s a
friendly face,” the cultured English voice said as Louise looked at the screen.
“Jill darling - I heard
that you’d left Tokyo,” Louise smiled at the face on the screen.
“Yes I got that
promotion at last and I’m here in Canada with the British High Commission.”
“High Commission?”
Louise questioned.
“It’s like the British
embassy, except Commonwealth countries don’t have such things to each other.”
“Okay I think I get
that…”
“Well it puts me in the
right place to act as eyes and ears this side of the border on this operation.
I’m in Toronto as we speak.”
“Maybe I’ll get to that
side of the border one day,” Louise said with a smile. “Are you up to speed on what we are trying to
do?”
“Yes, but it will be a
hard trap to spring, one thing looks wrong and these women will run away.”
“I know.”
“I had not realized
before that the tentacles of our operation reached here into Canada.”
“Madame has interests
everywhere it seems, and she knows the most ‘interesting’ people.” Louise
smiled.
“So it seems,” Jill
smiled back, “Oh and by the way before I forget, congratulations on the
operation.”
“Thank you Jill
darling. What happened to Niki?”
“Madame promoted her in
a way – she now acts as a liaison between her and the families. She meets with Tamiko regularly. What about Victoria and Charlene?”
“Both work with Maddie
in LA now. Victoria is in the insurance
arm, and Charlene assists in the media business. Both recovered as well.”
“Now that is excellent
news. Anyway – the ladies in question?”
“I’ll tell you
tomorrow,” Louise said as she stood up, “I’m heading to work now. Late shift.”
“Have fun – and
Louise?”
“Jill?”
“Keep safe.”
“Always, darling –
always...”
8 pm
The Richmond Mansion
"So are the kids
okay lover?" Heather asked as Sandy closed down her phone.
"Yes, it sounds
like the party is great, and Pepsi will have them all home by eleven
thirty." Sandy poured herself a glass of wine, "so what did Ju have
to say?"
"Not a lot, she's
safely checked in and ready to start."
"Have you spotted
anything unusual?"
"No, everything I
can see and hear looks and sounds routine."
"Is that
good?"
"Well I hope so,
but you know me I've learned to expect the unexpected..."
"Like this,"
Sandy interrupted by putting her hand under Heather's skirt.
"Just like
that!" Heather giggled and opened her legs to her lovers touch further. “You are an evil woman Alexandra Richmond.”
“Oh I know – and you
love it don’t you,” Sandy whispered into Heather’s ear, before taking her by
the hand and leading her up the stairs...
8 pm
The Village
“I hate doing this
job.” Ama said as she looked up from reassembling the gun she had just cleaned.
“Well,” Dominique said
as she smiled, “I said you could go to the party with Pepsi and the girls.”
“No I’d rather be with
you.” Ama took off the gloves she’d been handling the weapon with.
“You are worrying again
aren’t you?”
Nodding, Ama sat back
and said “these women sound particularly nasty.”
“They are…”
“So that’s why I’m
worried.”
“Ama,” Dominique said
as she smiled, “just remember your aunts and me, we can be pretty nasty and
ruthless as well.”
“I know,” Ama said, “but
I will like it best when you all safely return Mom.”
“Well as long as these
people don’t realize it’s a trap we should be fine.”
“I’ll cross my fingers,
and say a special prayer at mass in the morning.”
“You know I need to
leave at lunch time?”
“I do, and I’ll be home
in time to say au revoir.”
“Good,” Dominique
finished and stored the guns, then removed her gloves. “Let’s make some food and watch a film – you
can pick.”
9.30 pm
The New York Athletic Club
“No shit – you met Abby
de Ros on a blind date set up by your cousin?”
“That’s right,” Tony
said as she sipped his wine, the remains of the main courses been cleared by
the waiters, “Me, Harry and Simon Leventhal, were asked to take three friends
of Judy out, so we go to the Savoy, and this vision walks towards us.”
“So who were the other
two?”
“Carina Huntingdown,”
Harry said with a smile, “and Joanne Smith.”
“Shit,” the Runt said,
“three of the world’s best known models?”
“Well they weren’t at that
time,” Tony said. “But we had an amazing
night, and then we hooked up again when I came over here. Simon hooked up with Bobbi Morse – her
dad’s...”
“Congressman Morse,”
Todd said, “I saw him in a political science class.”
“And Harry has since
hooked up with Angel,” Dave said as he punched Harry’s arm.
“Hey – get another
couple of bottles you guys,” Mick said as he stood up, “I’ll be back in a
minute.”
As he made his way to
the men’s room, Mick smiled and shook his head.
He’d forgotten how much fun it could be just to cut loose with a few
friends.
Washing his hands, he
was surprised to hear someone beside him say “so how was Annabelle last night?”
Mick looked to his side
and recognised the man from the ball the previous night. “I’m sorry,” he said as he dried his hands,
“were you talking to me?”
“I saw you last night
at the ball,” the man said with a smile.
“She’s a real class act – even looked like one of the debs.”
“Sir,” Mick said
quietly, “I don’t know who you think you saw me with last night, but I was
escorting my sister at the ball, and her name is not Annabelle.”
“I meant the girl you
spent half the night dancing with – what did you do, slip her in and pay her
extra to play the part?”
“I don’t think we’ve
been properly introduced,” Mick said, “What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t – but I know
Annabelle, and I’m sure she was worth every penny of...”
The final words of his
statement were lost as Mick’s fist connected with his stomach, and he sank to
his knees. “I have no idea who you are,”
he said quietly, “or who you think it was I was with last night, but whoever
she may have been, she was not a whore i had to pay to be there. In fact, I’m insulted you would think that. Now, I think you owe me an apology.”
“Uhhh...”
“I’ll take that as an
apology,” Mick said, “but if you mention this to anyone again, I’ll say you
tried to proposition me – and trust me, the press would love to publish
that. Do we have an understanding?”
The man nodded as Mick
smiled.
“Good,” he said as he
left the restroom, returning to the table as Andrew looked at him.
“You all right Mick?”
“Yeah – just someone
trying to get a signature.”
“Here?”
“Takes all sorts – so,
where to next?”
“Well, why don’t we
retire to the Tap Room and continue this conversation over some fine whisky?”
“Mister MacFarlane, you
speak wise words,” David said as he stood up, “shall we gentlemen?”
“What did you just say,
Your Lordship,” Stewart Pardee said quietly as he swirled the brandy around in
his glass.
“I said,” Jack replied
carefully, “that you American Football players would not survive five minutes
on the rugby field.”
“They sound like
fighting words,” Rick Shelby said.
“After all, they are very similar games?”
“So why all the
padding?”
“Why all the bandaging
of the heads,” the Runt said as he looked at Tony. “And besides, you must watch the games. What did you do when it was Yale-Cornell?”
“Went with the girls,
and drank beers, as I recall,” Tony said with a smile. “Abby was away that weekend. There are worse things in the world though?”
“Oh yes – like what?”
“Harvard-Yale – when
they met this year, you had the rare sight of both Ally and Nell Rochermann
lining up against Judy and Carina,” Dave said.
“And we were sitting next to each other as well.”
“Sounds like the
Harrow-Eton game – only with added legal beer,” Jack said as he finished his
drink, and ordered another glass.
“Still, I bet we could
beat you in a touch game.”
“Now that’s a
challenge,” Runt said as he stood up. “A
kicking and throwing contest – loser buys the winners champagne, me and Rick
against the Fitzstuarts.”
“Challenge accepted –
come on,” Dave said as they made their way outside.
“Okay,” Richard said as
he grabbed a ball on the way out, “kicking first. Tony, will you act as umpire?”
“Sure,” Tony said as Rick
held the ball down, and Runt kicked it down the lawn. Tony and Andy went down, Tony staying as Andy
brought the ball back.
“So that’s my target,”
Jack said as he looked at Dave.
“I think so – ready?”
“Oh yes,” Jack said as
he walked back, and then punted the ball down the field, Andy and Todd watching
as the ball landed past Tony.
“First blood to the
British,” Jack said as he and Dave high fived each other, and Tony came back
with the ball.
“Now the throw – go
long,” Rick said as the Runt ran down, and he tossed the pigskin, Stewart
catching the ball as Todd tossed a second one to Dave.
“GO,” he shouted as
Jack ran down the lawn, and he caught it – twenty yards in front of Stewart.
“We need a tie-breaker
– Todd?”
“Oh no – my game is Ice
Hockey.”
“That’s it,” Dave said,
“let’s go and finish our drinks first, then we’ll hail a cab.”
“Where to?”
“Central Park.”
As they went back in,
however, they were greeted by a voice saying “well now – what brings you young
bucks here?”
“Oh hello Luke,” Dave
said, “we were just discussing the difference between American Football and
Rugby. Guys, meet Luke Heller, the
photographer for the St Angela’s calendar this year. Luke, I think you’ve met most of the others,
but this is Rick Shelby, Andrew MacFarlane and Stewart Pardee.”
“Pleasure, Luke said
with a smile, “so let me guess – Harrow against the US?”
“Well, rugger isn’t
your game, is it?”
“Nope – mine was the
Eton Wall Game.”
“The what?”
“Oh lord,” Andrew said,
“you’re THAT Luke Heller, champion in 2002?”
“The very same,” Luke
said with a smile.
“What is it – another
Rugby game?”
“Kind of – it’s
actually and literally played against a wall and a strip five metres wide
beside it. Two teams try to move a ball
from the centre of the strip to either end, with both teams essentially making
a ruck to either move or stop the ball.”
“And you were?”
“Captain of the College
team, the last time there actually was a decent score – and the last person to
score a goal at the Tree end,” Luke said proudly. “Anyway, it’s no contest – rugby wins every
time.”
“Oh really? Care to put some money on that?”
“Nope – I’m with a
friend having dinner tonight. Where are
you guys off to?”
“Central Park – to
settle the bet with a little touch game.
Coming?”
Looking at them, Luke
said “just how much have you guys drunk?”
“Not enough,” Dave
said.
“Right – Todd, sit this
one out. When do you have to be back?”
“Eleven hundred tomorrow
– why?”
“Sit this out, say your
goodbyes. I’ll look after them.”
“He’s right Todd,” Tony
said, “go and sleep. I’ll call you in
the morning.”
“Let me just wrap
things up,” Luke said as he went into the dining room, returning ten minutes
later to find Todd alone.
“They left?”
“Yeah – and I don’t
feel...”
“Oh dear,” Luke said,
“toilet first, then I’ll get you home, and then find them...”
11 pm
Queens Landing
“Jan,” Juliette said as
she answered her cell phone, “where are you?”
“I’m on my way Ju.” Jan
Carter spoke into the hands free communications system.
“Have you got the
bullet-proof vests?”
“As ordered. That’s why I’m late.”
“Good, and Madame’s
girls have brought up and stashed the faux FBI uniforms.”
“Excellent.”
“So how much longer are
you on the road?”
“About another four
hours…if this snow doesn’t get worse.”
“Fingers crossed…So
heard from the rest of your family?”
“Adam is at his
mothers, mine is with her Daughters of Erin group down in Atlantic City, and
Katy is spending the night at Sandy’s place with George after the party.”
“Doing what?” Juliette
laughed.
“I don’t want to know,”
Jan laughed back.
Sunday 24th January
12.30 am
Central Park
“So what are we doing
here,” Andy said as the six men stumbled down the path.
“We’re going to settle
this with a little game of touch rugby,” Dave said as they approached the lake,
the ice still glistening.
“Oh no – you have got
to be kidding,” Jack said, “not the ice scrum?”
“The Ice Scrum? What the heck is that,” Andy said.
“We’re going to scrum
down on the ice, and see who can push the ball out first,” Tony said. “Andy, the Scots are going to have to side
with the Yanks.”
“Hang on,” Jack said,
“you’re forgetting the most important rule of the Ice Scrum.”
“Which is?”
“Down to Boxers
gentlemen,” Dave said as he started to remove his greatcoat.
“Deal,” Rick said as
everyone removed their outer clothing, and stood in their boxer shorts before
they walked onto the ice, three against three.
“Ready to be beaten,”
Jack said as he looked at Rick, Stewart, Jeff Petersen and Andy.
“I’m a Scot – for
Freedom!”
The four linked arms
and rucked down, forming a scrum as Tony dropped the ball between them, and
they started to try and move each other on the ice.
The game was intense,
with no quarter given, and the cold unfelt, as Luke arrived and watched from a
distance.
“Oh god – not this
one,” he said as he looked on, “and here?
How long have they got before...”
“HAH!” Dave and Jack shouted in triumph as they,
Mick and Tony pushed the other four over.
“All right, you win,”
Andy said. “I brought a bottle of whisky
with me – anyone want a swig?”
"I need a
slash." Mick looked around for a suitable place.
"Go behind the
tree, and watch out for the cops." Jack looked for some cover. "They
tend to get nasty about urinating in public."
"Didn't I hear
about you once 'borrowing' a coppers helmet as a pisspot while we were at
Harrow Jack?" Tony laughed.
"Oh God was that a
night." Jack stood up and smiled.
"Well fond
memories or not...I need to go." Mick ran into the small clump of trees.
As Luke looked on, he
saw the patrol cars approaching – and prayed they had seen it too.
He then heard two
things simultaneously – the crack on the ice as the six young men ran off,
sitting in the snow and laughing – and the siren as the police car arrived, the
lights flashing.
The group were drinking
from the whisky bottle as the torches shone on them.
“Hello officers,” Dave
said as the four policemen looked at them, “I assure you; there’s a perfectly
good explanation for...”
“That’s better,” Mick
said as he came out, and then saw the police officers. “Ah – yes, well...”
“Had a good night,
boys?”
“We have,” Jeff said as
he sat down. The officers looked at each
other, as one said into his radio “Control – need a wagon in central park. Eight on Public disorder and drinking in
public charges.”
“Now come officer – we
are peers of the realm...”
“Save it for the judge
tomorrow,” one of the officers said as a paddy wagon arrived, and Luke shook his
head before he took his phone out.
“Jack, you gone to bed
yet?
“Good – we have a small
problem to clean up...”
5 am
The Marais apartment
“Yes I have seen it
Jack,” Jeanne said as she sat in her pyjamas, her bump showing as she looked at
the screen. “I’ll see what I can do, but
I may have to call in some advice for the local legal information. Tell Luke I’ll see what I can do.”
“What has happened,”
Henri said as he came out of his room.
“Eight young men
charged with public disorder and drinking in public, amongst other things,”
Jeanne said as she drank her coffee.
“And this is of
interest to you because?”
“Viscount Millingham,
Lord David Fitzstuart, Lord Andrew MacFarlane, Mister Tony McNally, Lord
Michael Treharran...”
“Ah – the bachelor’s
evening. I heard of it from Guy, and it
appears to have gone as many others have gone before it.”
“Indeed – go back to
bed Papa, I know who to call.”
“No, I am awake now –
and besides, often the most fun can come watching the aftermath,” Henri said as
he poured a coffee, Jeanne smiling as she dialled a number.
“Brooke? My apologies for waking you, but I need your
help...”
7.30 am
Central Park Precinct, 86th
Street and Traverse Road
“Well, big brother,”
Dave said as he looked at the others, “this is another fine mess you’ve got us
into.”
“Hey – I didn’t issue
the challenge.”
“Actually,” Tony said
as he looked over, “you did.”
"Oh boy am I in
trouble if this gets back to Yale." David shook his head.
"You think you are
in trouble bro, my tutor already thinks I'm an incorrigible drunk." Jack
shook his head, and then discovered quickly how painful that act was.
“Hey – young bucks.”
Mick looked over as the
officer stood by the door.
“You got a visitor –
this way Your Honour.”
As the door was opened,
the Runt watched as a woman walked in, dressed in a black leather jacket, pants
and heels.
“Oh lord,” Tony said,
“boys, meet District Court Judge Brooke Hatton.”
“Give me five minutes,”
Brooke said to the officer as the eight young men tried to stand up, “and can
you get some bottles of water as well.”
As he walked off, she
folded her arms and stared at them.
"What have you
boys been up to?" Brooke shook her head as the remains of what had once
been a selection of society's finest blinked at her.
"We just were
trying to prove the merits of different games Judge," Tony said.
"Well it’s a good
thing Jeanne spotted this on the wire and then called me. HOPEFULLY I can
quieten things up."
“What, get the charges
dropped?”
“Oh no – they
stay. I’m hoping an old friend will hear
your pleas in camera, and a deal can be struck.
Besides, I can think of a far worse punishment then what the state could
throw at you.”
“Oh god, not...”
“Oh yes,” Brooke said
as she looked at Tony, “The de Ros family for you, and certain other families
for the rest of you. I presume they will
have been told by now.”
As the others groaned,
Brooke said “One good thing – Todd Verducci got home, and has no part to pay in
this. So he’s going back to West Point –
after a word from his grandmother. Now,”
she continued as the officer brought some water bottles, “start drinking – I
need to find Jeanne.”
As they opened their
bottles, Brooke went out and found Jeanne in the corridor.
“Well?”
“They’re damn lucky
they weren’t in protective custody, from the look of things – so they need to
face a judge, but Judge Portland is willing to see all of them in chambers,
given the names – especially young Treharran.”
9 am
Judge Robert Portland’s Chambers
The grey haired,
distinguished man looked through his glasses at the eight young men as they
stood in front of him, and then back down at the charge sheet as Jeanne and
Brooke stood in the corner.
“I knew it would take
something fairly spectacular to bring you here, Brooke,” Judge Portland said
eventually, “but this is possibly the most unusual collection of accused I have
seen in chambers in many a long day.”
“I’m grateful you could
do this for us,” Brooke said as he looked at them.
“Just so I am clear –
all eight of you are charged with disorderly conduct and drinking in a public
place, to be exact the lake in Central Park.
All of you were in your boxer shorts, and you,” he said as he looked at
Mick, “were – seeking relief behind a bush?”
“Yes Your Honour,” Mick
said as he looked down.
“One of the reasons I
am doing this,” Judge Portland said, “is because if you appeared in open court,
the entire NYPD may be needed to keep the court clear, Mister Harran.”
He then looked at Jeff
Peterson.
“Young Peterson,” he
said with a sigh, “what is this about resisting arrest?"
"Judge all I did
was sit down in the snow...it's not my fault that I weigh 245 and it took three
of them to lift me," the former football player laughed.
"Oy," Brooke
rolled her eyes.
“A sense of humour is
needed in some places, son – not here, not now,” Judge Portland said as he
looked at him. “Now, normally, the
severity of the charges would require a short, sharp sentence, but I was young
once, so here’s what I’m willing to do.
“I will strike the
charges from the record, in return for a donation from each of you to the tune
of $1000 dollars to the Catholic Benevolent fund. In addition, Mister Harran,” he said as he
looked at Mick, “I am ordering you to hold a concert in New York, to aid the
Central Park Restoration Fund, at a date to be agreed in the next six
months. You three,” he said as he looked
at Jeff, Stewart and Rick, “will also agree to help with a community football
scheme for six weeks, again on a date to be arranged. As for the rest of you – consider yourselves
very lucky indeed.”
“Thank you Your
Honour,” Dave said on behalf of the eight of them, as Jeanne said “Outside, all
of you.”
“Thanks Robert,” Brooke
said as the door was closed, “I owe you.”
“Yeah – well, you did
me a few good turns back in the day. And
they were young, stupid and drunk – make sure the cheques are deposited and I
see the chitties by Tuesday.”
“Leave it with me – and
l’ll coordinate the other things as well,” Brooke said as she walked out.
“Thanks, Brooke,” Tony
said.
“Don’t thank me yet –
I’m taking your eight to breakfast with Jeanne, and you can expect some
visitors during the meal...”
9.30 am
The Village – Greenwich Florists
Grant and April looked
up as they heard Pepsi making various utterances.
"Oh is he going to
get a roasting from me." Pepsi muttered as she came in for breakfast,
looking at her cell phone.
"Who
darling?" Grant asked.
"His Lordship,"
she said as she sat down and took a muffin.
"What did Jack do
now?" her mother asked.
"Oh let's just say
their 'boys' night out degenerated to the stage where they got picked up by the
cops shall we."
"Are they
okay?" Grant asked.
"Yes,” Pepsi said
as she ripped the muffin apart, “Jeanne and Judge Hatton smoothed things over,
but they still have to pay for their little crimes."
"Not good."
"I know Mom, but
they were only misdemeanours,” she said as she ate some of the pastry. “But Jack is still going to feel the lash of
my tongue for being so stupid."
“You may have to get
into line then – won’t they have to see their parents first?”
10.15 am
The Waldorf Astoria Hotel
As they entered the
suite, Jack and Dave slowly and quietly closed the door, putting their shoes
down and hoping to make it without being spotted.
“Oh, so THERE you two
are.”
“Please, Angelica
darling,” Dave said as he held his head, “not so loud.”
“Oh it’s not me you
need to be worried about,” she said with a smile, “it’s Judy, it’s Pepsi, but
more immediately it’s...”
“Step in here
Gentlemen,” Will said as he appeared at a door, waiting as Jack and Dave walked
slowly past. As they went in, they saw
their mother sitting there, drinking coffee and with a stern look in her eyes.
“Okay,” Will said as he
closed the door, and stood next to where Mandy was sitting, “what exactly
happened last night?”
“Well,” Jack started,
“we went to the Athletics Club, had a few drinks, a nice meal, and we decided
to play some football...”
“In Central Park? After Midnight? IN YOUR BOXERS?”
“Well,” Dave grimaced,
“it seemed a good idea at the time...”
"Darlings you
should be ashamed of yourselves." Mandy spoke with an unusual crispness in
her usually languid voice.
"Whatever
possessed you?" Will asked.
“It was a matter of
honour,” Jack said, “us versus them...”
"Dad, we thought
that knowing about you and Robert Palmer that you'd at least
understand..."
"David,” Will said
as he rubbed his eyes, “that was done protecting your mothers good name...This
was just old fashioned upper class drunkenness."
"I know Sir,"
Jack looked down at his feet.
"Just be glad
darlings that on a Sunday morning Brooke could find a friendly judge and get
this dealt with quietly."
“On which note – how
much?”
“A thousand dollars
each.”
“Okay – I will settle
this up, but you have some making up to do.
Now, go and get some sleep – you’re going to need it.”
10.15 am
The de Ros Mansion
“Well, best get this
over with,” Tony said to himself as he rang the doorbell.
“Good morning, Master
Anthony,” Edith said as she opened the door.
“Good morning Edith –
is Abigail at home?”
“Of course – if you
will come this way?”
“Thank you,” Tony said
as he walked in, Edith closing the door, and then followed her to the front
room – only to see not just Abigail, but Diana, Valeria and Guy sitting there.
“Thank you Edith,”
Diana said as the housekeeper left, closing the door behind them. “Well, Tony?”
“I... I apologise for whatever you may have heard
about last night,” Tony said as he tried to straighten up.
“And what may we have
heard?”
“We did get a little
over exuberant...”
“That, from what we
have heard, is an understatement,” Valeria said. “Is it true you tried to play football on the
frozen lake?”
“Well, we thought it
was rugby...”
"Honestly - Jack I
sort of expect this from...but not you Tony." Abby smiled sadly.
"I know,” Tony
said as he held his hands up, “I guess I just got carried away with the
others."
"Tony dear boy we
have all had such escapades..." Guy beamed until he saw the hard stares
from Valeria, Diana, and Abigail.
"Times aren't what
they once were Papa... Nowadays the
courts take a perverse delight sometimes in punishing boys from our social
sphere."
"That is true
Diana my darling, but..."
"And we all know
the things you got up to at Cambridge Guy, but what was once hijinks that
created a good story, could have had serious consequences."
“I appreciate that, and
I am grateful to both Jeanne and Judge Hatton for stepping in,” Tony said. “If it is any consolation, I would have pled
guilty and taken the punishment.”
“Very noble,” Abigail
said as she walked over, and kissed him.
“Do not do it again.”
“No chance – I’m just
glad Todd didn’t get caught up in it.
Would it be possible to get some paracetamol?”
“Come with me, young
man,” Guy said as he took Tony by the arm.
As they left, he whispered “How much?”
“A thousand, sir.”
“Allow this old devil
to settle for you – and learn your lesson.
Come Vienna, this must not happen...”
10.30 am
The Waldorf Astoria Hotel
Mick Harran walked into
the lobby of the hotel from the rear, looking carefully around and heading for
the lift, before a hand grabbed his and he was walked to the coffee shop.
“You have some
explaining to do,” his father said as he sat him down, and signalled to a
waitress. “Two black coffees please –
well?”
“I got drunk, we did a
stupid thing, got caught,” Mick said.
“Michael Treharran, can
you imagine what the gutter press would do if they heard,” Charlie said in a
low whisper.
“I know – but I and the
others got lucky. A friend of a friend
heard, and called in some favours.”
“And the cost?”
“A grand, and I agreed
to do a charity gig for the Catholic Benevolent Fund.”
“Good – you can add a
date in San Francisco when we go there as well.”
“Who added that?”
“I did.”
“Oh – hey Derek,” Mick
said as Derek Coverall, his manager, sat next to him.
“It’s a good thing your
mother and sister are away – you do know Fiona is going to tear you a new one
when she hears?”
“Don’t remind me,” Mick
said as he rubbed his head.
“While I’m here,” Derek
said, “tell me about this singer – Nessa Richmond?”
10.30 am
Queens Landing
Juliette laughed out
loud as she heard the news from New York.
"So how serious
was the trouble they got into?" Juliette asked Carina on screen.
"Oh really just
mischief and misdemeanours,” Carina said, “but thank the Goddess Brooke was
able to keep it private knowledge."
"Yes, and hopefully all of them now know better."
"Oh I think when
vengeful families and girlfriends finish with them they will have learned their
lesson."
"I wish I could be
there to see it."
"I guessed you
might, which reminds me, what are you up to today?"
“I accompany Fiona in a
few minutes with Olivia, but I have a lunchtime meeting with Jan and a few
others, to lay the plans for tonight.”
“Well, good luck with
that – and stay safe, all right?”
Noon
Niagara on the Lake
“Nice place – quaint,”
Natalia said as she looked out of the diner window, at the photographer working
with the model dressed in Edwardian clothes.
“It has a certain
style,” Jill Hudspeth said as she sipped her coffee, “and very very different
from Tokyo.”
“Miss it?”
“Sometimes – but then I
visit a place like this, and...”
“I understand, it
reminds me a little of the Dachas at home,” Natalia said with a smile. “So is all in readiness?”
“The local police
believe there is a training exercise – that is the story anyway, so they will
stay out of the way. Your contacts?”
“Arrive soon – so I
need you to disappear. This, I am
afraid, is above your pay grade, Jill.”
“I know – I’m going to
hit the antiques stores. Have fun.”
As Jill left, the young
Russian woman sipped on her coffee.
“Natalia?”
She looked up to see
Janice Carter standing beside her, alongside Juliette Huntingdown. Jan was wearing a red wig, as well as a red
leather jacket and jeans.
“You must be Jan, and
you are certainly Juliette Huntingdown – Dom said you would meet me here. Please, be seated.”
“Dom just called to say
she’ll be here by six,” Juliette said as she sat down. “Your team?”
“Ready to move, at
eleven tonight. What makes you think the
ladies will try?”
“Louise called – the
owner of the Speakeasy and her ‘friends’ left this morning, so I think they may
be here already.”
“Can I get youse ladies
anything else?”
“Thank you, no,” the
platinum blonde said as she looked at the small group by the window. The dark haired woman sitting with her said
“the intel all says tonight, lakeside.
Where are Miss Lynx and Miss Cheetah?”
“Making sure the guns
are cleaned and ready,” Miss Panther said as she sipped her coffee through her
red lips. “We’ll be in place and ready,
don’t worry...”
2 pm
The Cenotaph, Niagara-on-the-lake
“This is an amazing
outfit,” Olivia said as she looked at Fiona.
The young model was wearing an Edwardian low cut dress, as they stood in
front of the redbrick monument. Fiona’s
dress had a flowing white skirt and a structured and jewelled bodice, with her
white gloved hands holding a furled umbrella.
“I agree,” Juliette
said as Clive set up his camera, and then looked to his assistant.
“Now remember,” he said
as he walked up to Fiona, “you need to look for the red square my assistant is
holding, and smile as you lean on the umbrella.
Keep focused on that, and I will tell you what to do after that. Ready?”
“Yeah – as ready as
ever,” Fiona said as Clive went back and picked up the camera.
“I can’t believe there
is a market for this,” Olivia said.
“Well, according to
Clive, there’s a television program – the Inspector Murdoch mysteries – set in
this area and this time that is very popular.
That, and the interest in history, means there is a market for a book of
these photos.”
“That’s great Fiona,”
Clive called out, “now sit down, look at the card as it moves, and look
forlorn.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect,” Clive said
as he continued to take some shots, and then stood up. “Right – we’re going to the Georgian
Residence for some internal shots after you change.”
“I’ll go with her,”
Olivia said as Juliette walked over to where Jan was sitting.
"Honestly as long
as there has been an international border this area has been a haven for
smugglers Ju." Janice looked up from the history book she was reading.
"From just about the revolution till today I would suspect a large amount
of the local populace both sides of the river somehow made its living from the
illicit trade in something."
"Especially in the
twenties I bet?"
"Yeah,” Jan said,
“prohibition was an open invitation to try and get legally made Canadian booze
into the States. A couple of Canada's greatest families that to this day
dominate the booze trade made their fortunes smuggling beer and whiskey to
Capone and the others."
"I know some of
them,” Juliette said as she looked round.
“The funny thing is they achieved wealth and social prominence, while
the gangsters..."
"Remember the
Kennedy's" Jan interrupted.
"That's
true," Juliette reflected, "If only half the stories about the old
man are true."
"But yeah you are
right, most gangster families faded back to where they came from."
“And yet a place like
this is so wonderful,” Jan said as a tall women walked towards them. She wore a red wool jacket and skirt, with
matching gloves and heels, dark glasses over her eyes.
"Did I overhear
you talking about the history of smuggling?" the well-dressed redhead
asked.
"You did,"
Juliette's antennae twitched as she smiled.
"And what is your
interest?"
"Well I'm an FBI
agent,” Jan said as she looked up, “but strictly here on holiday while my
daughter gets babysat for a few days by my mother, and this is Juliette
Huntingdown, the model and writer, she's up here doing a fashion shoot...I just
tagged along."
The redhead relaxed slightly, an FBI agent would not identify herself so
publicly if she was working, and Miss Huntingdown was a well known celebrity.
"Jan thought she'd
explore some of the local history, while I have my picture taken."
"A sort of
busman's holiday as I once heard it described." Jan laughed lightly.
"Do you know anything of the local legends...."
"Rochelle."
the redhead shook hands, "Rochelle Anderson....And I can see you already
have the best book on the subject."
"Yeah,” Jan said
as she looked at it, “it suggests a couple of places I might go look, though
the truth really is that I'm enjoying being away from my 13 year old and her
problems for a few days."
"Kids can be like
that." Rochelle smiled back.
"Tell me!” Jan
laughed as she said “Juliette is luckier, both her girls are already in
college."
"And from what I
remember famous models in their own right."
"True, but never
tell them that," Juliette laughed, "they already have swollen enough
egos."
“Well, I have a
meeting,” Rochelle said with a smile.
“Enjoy your stay both of you.”
As she walked off,
Juliette and Jan watched her rear.
“Heather?”
“Hhmhmhm – go and have
some fun. I’ll see you later.”
3 pm
The Georgian Residence
“Lovely,” Clive said as
Fiona sat on a long couch, wearing a 1930s dress as she was reading through a
book, Olivia looking at her and offering encouragement as Juliette made her way
into a side room, and opened her laptop.
“Well good afternoon
Ju,” Heather said into the earpiece Juliette wore as she appeared on the
screen, “how’s the trip?”
“So far so good – Jan
has gone walkabout, and I’m expecting our mutual friends to meet in the next
hour or so.”
“So, how can I help?”
"Okay,” Juliette
said quietly as she sent an e-mail, “I have a name and a photo for you Heather,
he/she calls herself Rochelle Anderson, and she seemed very interested at first
when she overheard us talking about smuggling."
"You think she's
one of them Ju?"
"That or one of
their security ring. Anyway we were very open about who Jan and I were, and
that Jan had a sort of professional interest in the history of smuggling...We
seemed to allay her suspicions."
"Okay – I see what
you mean,” Heather said as she looked to one side. “I'll get to work on the back ground...No
prints perchance?"
"She wore
gloves...actually worked beautifully with her outfit, but no luck for me
getting her fingerprint."
"I'll see what I
can do with this then."
"Thanks Heather,
let me know what you find out please."
"Will do."
Heather paused, "and Juliette be careful up there."
“I usually am – and I’m
only observing anyway,” she said as Olivia came in.
“We’re getting ready
for the outdoor shots – coming to join us Pelican?”
“In a moment, Rocket –
business first...”
As Olivia went out,
Juliette’s cell phone went off.
“Caroline? Excellent – I’ll see you both later
tonight. Gotta go – call on the other
line.”
Ending the first call,
she said “Juliette Huntingdown?”
"Okay,” she heard
Janice say, “I have a tail Ju."
"Professional or
amateur?"
"Oh very
professional, took even me a while to spot her."
"Our friend from
earlier?"
"No but going by
the style of her clothes, and the BMW she is driving, she's not a cop or
fed."
"So they are
checking you out?"
"Yeah, and I'm
just playing strictly tourist, keeping myself in open view, and probably boring
the heck out of her as I do the sights."
"Or him..."
"As you say...or
him?" Jan giggled.
"So seen anything
interesting?"
"A few bits....by
the way did you know that at one point due to the bends in the river you
actually go north from Canada into the US?"
"No I didn't....I
live and learn something new everyday."
"Just what I
thought. So – update?"
“On her way – we’ll
meet at eight.”
4 pm
New Haven
“What are you doing,
Judith,” Carina said as he saw her daughter arranging her dolls on the floor of
their rooms.
“Tea party,” she said
with a smile as she toddled off to where her toys were stacked, Carina smiling
as there was a knock on the door.
“Do you want us to
leave,” Carina said to Judy as she came out of her bedroom.
“No – I’m past the
angry bit,” she said as she opened the door – to be confronted by a large bunch
of flowers facing her.
“You think that’s going
to calm em down,” she said as she stood with her arms folded.
“I thought it wouldn’t
hurt,” David said as he looked round the flowers.
“It doesn’t – come in,”
Judy said as Judith put some tea cups down.
“Hello unca David –
want tea?”
“NO thank you, little
one,” David said with a weak smile.
“So how’s the head?”
“Clearing – how long it
will take for Mum and Dad to stop being mad at me...”
“AHEM!”
He turned and looked at
Jude, as he said “sorry – stop me doing that again all right?”
“Oh trust me, I will,”
Jude said with a smile. “Sit down, I’ll
get some more coffee.”
4.30 pm
Hobart William Smith
As Jo dried her hair
off, she sat at her desk and opened up her laptop.
“Hey Heather – how’s
the family?”
"Youngsters safely
dealt with,” Heather said with a smile.
“How was training?"
"Don't ask Big
Sis...” Jo grimaced as she said “just
say that I hate running in snow."
"As bad as that
eh?" Heather smiled.
"You could
say...Anyway to what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?"
"Juliette asked me
to do a check on somebody, and it leads back to that part of the world."
"What the
school?"
"No, this person
is a townie,” Heather said, “but she has some interesting connections, and
she's playing eyes and ears up in Niagara."
"Okay I get that,
what can I do?"
"If I give you her
address, can you slip out and take a look inside her apartment?"
"I can try."
"Good, the big
complication is that she's a local cop in your area, state not local force, and
she might just have her place more secured than is usual."
"Okay thanks for
that, now tell me who she is Big Sis?"
“The name’s Rochelle
Andersen...”
5 pm
Niagara on the Lake
Miss Panther sat in the
hotel room, and looked at her compatriots.
“So what do you have
for us, Miss Leopard?”
“Well, I think the
info’s good – I checked out the route as well as the other thing, and it seems
legit.”
"So what of the FBI
agent?" she purred.
"Well you guys
know her, would she be this open if she was working?"
"Probably not,”
she said, “though hiding in plain sight is a nice way of concealing your real
aims."
"Well she's
hanging with what my friends in New York tell me are her real life socialite
friends...she strictly played tourist today."
“Miss Puma?”
"Well,” the
brunette said, “I never thought Janice was over bright so the idea of her
playing two games at once is I think beyond her limits."
"And her
friends?"
"High Society, and
fashion industry airheads...Nothing to worry us."
“Excellent – then we
are in agreement?”
The others all nodded
as she said “meet again at ten – and be prepared.”
6 pm
West Central Park
“Thanks for taking me
to my shooting practice Sis.” Katy smiled as she opened the apartment door and
let herself and Pepsi in.
“Well it’s not my kind
of sport,” Pepsi said as she took her jacket off, “but I can see how much you
enjoy it…and I have to admit it’s kinda cool getting down onto the FBI gun
range.”
“Yeah I love it,” Katy
hung up the coats.
“That you girls?”
Katherine called out.
“It is Gran.” Pepsi
called back.
“How did it go?”
Katherine came in from the kitchen with three large mugs of coffee.
“One of the FBI
instructors praised my shooting,” Katy smiled proudly as she took her cup, “but
he thinks I need a customized air pistol soon.”
“Why?”
“Because every shooter
is an individual and for competition shooting the gun needs be expertly fixed
to fit the shooter.”
“Well if you are this
keen maybe I’ll see what I can do to help buy you what you need.”
“Talk it over with Mom
first like I said.” Pepsi sipped from her cup.
“Talking of Mom?”
“She rang from upstate,”
Katherine said, “she’s settled in and awaiting developments.”
“Which is FBI speak for
either she’s sitting round her hotel room, or is sitting in a car doing a
stakeout.” Katy yawned as she drank some more.
“I think you need an
early night young lady – school tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me,” Katy
scowled...
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