Lead and Old Lace – Part 2
Monday 7th December
9.30 am
Complete Style
“All right Juliette,
I’ll make sure Mary is here for 10.30,” Janine said as she walked out of
Juliette’s office, her boot heels clicking on the floor as she returned to her
desk and sat down.
“Lesley? Janine – tell Merlin the boss will be ready
at ten thirty,” she said before she put the phone back down, and looked at her
list.
“Did you get those
production figures I sent you from our Fukutoki plant?” a voice asked from
Janine’s shoulder.
“I did Marina,”
Juliette’s PA answered routinely, then paused for a few seconds before she
realized what had happened. Turning in
her chair, she jumped up and hugged the person behind the voice. “MARINA!” she
yelled. “When did you get into town?”
“On Saturday. I needed some time to get my head back before
coming in.”
“Oh I am SO GLAD to see
you, I’ve just got so much news and gossip.”
“Well let me get my
coat off, then find some desk space and you can tell me all about it. What’s this I hear about you and a racing
driver...?”
11 am
JFK Airport
“I hope you and your
daughter have a lovely visit to New York Lady Treharran,” the young lady from
BA said as she helped Olivia and Fiona load their luggage onto a cart.
“I think if Mummy’s old
friends have anything to do with it we will.” Fiona said as she loaded the last
suitcase. The two women were wearing
long fur coats over their travelling clothes, as they looked round.
“How long has it been
since you were last here?”
“Oh many, many years,”
Olivia said with a smile
“I’ve never been
here.” Fiona added.
“Well it’s a lively
fascinating place.” The girl from BA smiled.
“Thank you so much for
your help.” Olivia thanked the airline girl, “I think we can take things from
here.”
“it’s been my pleasure
Your Ladyship.”
“Right Fi,” Olivia said
as she took hold of the trolley, “ready to face whatever this city has to
offer?”
“Oh I am,” Fiona said
as they walked together into the arrivals hall.
As they went through the doors, they saw two women waiting for them –
one tall, with shoulder length hair, wearing a smart trouser suit and blouse,
the other smaller, dumpier and wearing a great coat over a Laura Ashley dress,
her grey cardigan and short boots visible as well.
“Oh my,” Olivia said,
“is that...”
“Olivia!” Mary Thomas came
forward and put her arms out to embrace her old friend.
“Merlin!” Tears started
to appear in Olivia’s eyes as they hugged. “It’s just been far too long.”
“You must be the
legendary Mary Thomas,” Fiona said as she held her hand out.
“And you are Fiona –
come here lass,” Mary said as she ignored the hand and just hugged the young
debutante. “Welcome to New York.”
“Hi Bandit,” Juliette
settled for a more ladylike peck on her old friends cheek.
“Hey Pelican, awful
long time no see.”
“Well whose fault was
that losing herself in the wilds of Cornwall?” Mary asked.
“Says the woman from
the valleys,” Olivia replied with a laugh.
“Diana couldn’t come
out because she claims she is getting your rooms ready, and Abigail is still at
school, so we got deputed to be the welcome party.” Juliette smiled.
“Well it’s awfully nice
of you both,” Olivia said, “I honestly thought we’d be grabbing a cab.”
“No Olivia love, I’d
not leave you at the mercy of a New York cabbie.” Mary looked round.
“My car is in the
parking lot.” Ju pointed the way. “So Fiona have you been to New York before?”
“No my first visit,”
the younger woman smiled.
“Well your pictures
from Paris are in some of the gossip mags.” Juliette smiled. “A few people
might recognize you.”
“Really?”
“So where are we going
first?”
“Let’s get you to
Diana’s place,” Juliette said, “and after lunch, you can come over to the
offices with us. There’s a few people
you might like to meet...”
11 am
McFadyean Restorations
Heather stood next to
the red haired craftsman as they watched Alice look over the lace that had been
carefully laid out for inspection.
“Well Mrs. MacKinnon
what do you make of them?” Andrew McFadyean asked quietly as she stepped back.
“Well I could try and
beat you down on the price Mr. McFadyean and say I’m not that impressed, but
that would be a lie.” Alice closely inspected yet another piece of lace. “This
lace is wonderful, purely for a lace collector it would have huge value, but
for a dress designer like me it is invaluable.”
“You can take it she’s
impressed Andrew.” Heather smiled.
“So what do you think
it represents?” Andrew asked.
“It was either put
together by a bride-to-be who never married,” Alice said, “or it represents a
salesman’s samples. Either way it is a veritable treasure trove.”
“So you think it’s
authentic?”
“Oh undoubtedly so, I
might be wrong, but I’m pretty certain some of these patterns were only made in
the late 18th century.” Alice stood back
and smiled as she considered the find.
“What kind of price do
you want Andrew?” Heather asked the question.
“Well lace is a lot out
of my field…Do you want to make me an offer Mrs. MacKinnon?”
“Mmmm,” Alice picked up
some fabric. “Would $100,000 offend you?”
“That much?” Andrew for
once looked amazed.
“I can go lower if you
wish?”
“No, No, that price
will be fine.” Andrew grinned happily. “Here, let me get some champagne to
celebrate.”
“So how much is it
really worth?” Heather whispered as Andrew walked to his office.
“I’d have gone double
that if pushed, two twenty-five at a last gasp.”
“Well I won’t ever tell
him that.” Heather giggled.
“Here we go,” Andrew
said as he put some glasses down, and opened a bottle of champagne. “A pleasure doing business with you, Mrs
MacKinnon.”
“And with you,” Alice
said with a smile. “Now, let’s talk
collection – I have another meeting to get to later, but I have time now...”
12.30 pm
Bishop Walden School
“So where were you
Saturday and Sunday?” Shawnee asked as the six girls sat outside, well wrapped
up against the cold.
“Doing shooting
training with Aunt Diana. It was tough,
but good fun.”
“Wow you really are taking
this seriously aren’t you Katy?” Sands looked at her best friend with a hint of
admiration.
“Yeah,” Katy said
quietly, “I really think I’ve finally found a sport I’m good at.”
“Well you couldn’t be
worse then you are at gymnastics.” Laura grinned.
“No one in the world is
worse than Katy at gymnastics.” Liz laughed.
“So how was the big
date with my brother Friday night?”
“Didn’t he tell you
Sands?”
“No he clammed up, even
when I held him down and tickled him.”
“Well if the tickle
torture can’t break his silence, then I’m not going to.” Katy exchanged smiles
with Shawnee.
“Spoilsport – still, I
suppose he’s old enough now...”
12.30 pm
The Refectory
“You are KIDDING me!”
“I am not,” Erica said
as she sat with her friends, “he told me all about what it was like to do
Doctor Who, and gave me a signed copy of his autobiography as a gift.”
“Erica Burton, I am
officially jealous of you now,” Dawn said as she ate a bite of her wrap. “What are you going to do when you finally
get into your own place?”
“Sit back and enjoy
every second of it,” Erica said as she looked at Poppy. “Hey – what’s up today?”
“Hmm – oh nothing, at
least I don’t think so. Listen – do you
want to come back to my place after school today girls? I could do with the company on the way back.”
“Should be all right -
let me call mum and let her know,” Jess said as she took her cell phone out,
the others doing likewise.
2.30 pm
Complete Style
“Oh hi boss,” Alexis
said as Juliette came back in, “Janine and Maria stepped out for a moment, but
your 2.30 is in your office.”
“Thanks – bring coffee
for four, will you please,” Juliette said as she went in. “Cathy, Helen,” she said as she embraced her
old friends, “sorry I’m late. I had to
make sure a special guest was safely in Merlin’s Cave.”
“Not a problem,” Cathy
Lu said as she sat down, Helen sitting beside her, “Besides...”
“Sorry I’m late,” Alice
said as she came in, Alexis following with the coffee, “I had to make a
purchase before I came here. So, how was
Hong Kong Cathy?”
“Hectic,” the Chinese
woman said with a smile. “So, I believe
you wish to discuss orders for next summer?”
“Yes I do,” Alice said
as she opened her slim case, “let’s get down to brass tacks.”
“You know, I had forgotten
how amazing this place is,” Olivia said as she sat with Mary in her
office. “Mind you, the last time I was
here...”
“Was when I had to tell
you it was time to quit,” Mary said, “still one of the worst days of my life,
lass.”
“You were right though
– the industry as it was then, I could not have survived.”
“Still – it broke my
heart lass. And yet here you are – and
Fiona is a real beauty as well.”
“My looks, my eyes,”
Olivia said quietly.
“Well then, I’m sure
we’ll get on like a house on fire.”
Olivia’s head went up
as she heard the soft voice, and slowly turning round she said “Sweets? My god, is that you?”
“I’m afraid so Bandit,”
Karen Boyd said as she hugged Lady Treharran.
“Oh it is so good to see you.”
“And you – you’re a
doctor now?”
“And a mother – John is
six months old, and looking more like Ken every day. I’ll show you the pictures later.”
“You have an amazing
place, Mary,” Fiona said as she walked back in.
“Karen, this is
Fiona. Fi, meet Karen Boyd, aka Charity
Royce.”
“It’s a real pleasure
to meet you,” Karen said as she shook the young girl’s hand. “I brought someone else along to meet
you. Caroline?”
Olivia peered at the
tall blonde who walked over, and said “oh my – you really are the image of your
mother.”
“Thank you,” Caroline
said as she looked at Olivia, “it’s a real pleasure to meet both of you.”
“And you are?” Fiona
asked as she looked at her.
“Fi, this is Caroline
Jameson – her mother, may she rest in peace, was a model when I was working,
who was taken far too soon.”
“Oh yes – I’ve seen you
on shows as well.”
“Strictly part time, I
assure you,” Caroline said as she sat down.
“So what’s brought you
into Merlin’s Lair.”
“Well,” Karen said
quietly, “that would be you Bandit. I
mean, come on – a friend I haven’t seen in over twenty years suddenly turns up
out of the blue? Of course I’m going to
come down for that. So tonight, you are
going out to dinner with a few of us – while Fiona gets to meet some of Abby’s
friends.”
Fi smiled at that
thought, as Mary’s phone rang.
“Mary Thomas?
“Oh hello Amanda – did
what I fixed up sound good to you?
“Great – I’ll see you
then.”
“Who was that,” Karen
asked as Mary put the phone back down.
“Hmm? Oh, just someone I need to talk to
tomorrow. Nothing for you to worry about
dear.”
4 pm
4th Avenue
As Erica looked at
Poppy, she could see something really was bothering her, as she glanced
nervously round. It was a sign she knew
all too well – because she had been doing it herself too recently to forget.
“All right, Poppy,” she
said as she walked with her behind Lynn and Dawn, “what are you hoping not to
see?”
“Not what – who,” Poppy
whispered, “about fifty yards behind us, grey haired man. He’s followed us all the way from school.”
Looking to her other
side, she whispered to Jess “use your mirror – someone following us?”
Jess took her make up
mirror from her bag and glanced over.
“Yeah – I see him. What do you
want to do?”
“Girls, phones out,”
she whispered, and on my mark... NOW!”
Martin Peverell was taken
by surprise as the four girls suddenly turned and took photos of him, Erica
turning and walking Poppy with her as the others followed. By the time he recovered his senses, she had
disappeared...
4 pm
Complete Style
“Hey – did someone
organise a party and forget to tell me?”
“Hello Bats,” Olivia
said as he hugged Alice, “so are you joining us tonight as well?”
“Why not,” Alice said
as she put her case and sketch pad down on the table.
"So the sketches
are?" Fiona looked over Alice's shoulder at the pad.
"Oh just rough
ideas for Juliette's wedding dress. I bought a large amount of vintage lace
this morning, and I'm going to incorporate at least some."
"The something old
eh?" Olivia asked.
"Indeed. 200 year
old lace will just make it that little even more special."
“There you are,”
Juliette said as she came in, Alice quickly hiding the pad. “I need to get Olivia and Fi back to Diana’s
place. We’ll see you all at eight at Daniel?”
“Count on it – want to
go for a drink, Merlin?”
“Why not – we’ll see
you there Ju.”
6.30 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“I cannot thank you
enough for allowing us to stay for the week Diana,” Olivia said as she sat in a
chair, sipping her wine. “It makes it so
much more of a holiday trip.”
“Well, it’s my
pleasure,” Diana said as she looked over.
“It’s important you feel you are amongst friends this week.”
“Tell me about it – and
how did they get my telephone number anyway?”
“The PTA network –
never fails. So how is Fiona coping?”
“Well so far – but
let’s see how she feels at bedtime tonight...”
"You really are a
model girl fan." Fiona shook her head as she looked at the pictures and
posters that adorned Abigail's bedroom walls.
"Who me?" Abby was sitting on her bed, zipping up a
pair of ankle boots and pulling her jeans down over them.
"Yeah you Mademoiselle la Comtesse." Fi shook her head. "If I
had a room with all these incredible women looking at me then I'd never
sleep."
"Oh?"
"Yes,” Fi sighed,
“I'd never be able to stop dreaming of making love to them."
"Well I have been
known to have the odd fantasy myself." Abby said as she looked up.
"Oh, about what? One of them doing this, perhaps?" Fiona
sat down next to Abby and pulled her close, looked deeply in her eyes, and then
slowly started a long, deeply passionate kiss.
"I think you get the picture darling." Abby whispered.
"So where are we
going tonight?"
"I thought about
this Chinese restaurant downtown that everyone raves about. It's quiet,
discreet, and if I wear a wig I'm unlikely to be recognised in."
"Oh the perils of
being a supermodel." Fiona giggled. "That does sound like a good idea
though."
“Fine,” Abby said as
she stood up, “I need to let Mama know, and find a wig, before I get a cab.”
The two girls headed
downstairs to find Diana and Olivia laughing together.
“Oh? What’s so funny,” Fiona said as she looked at
them.
“Sorry, darling,”
Olivia said, “Diana just reminded me of an incident when we first met. I’ll explain later.”
“Mama, I thought I’d
take Fi down to the Peacock Inn for dinner.
May I use one of your wigs?”
“Of course, darling,”
Diana said, “but do not be late back.”
Abby smiled as she went
back upstairs, Fi watching her.
7.30 pm
Susan and Clint’s Apartment
“So why are we coming
here tonight,” Katy asked Jan as they approached the front door. Katy was wearing a brown bomber jacket over a
jumper and jeans, with old trainers, while Jan was still in her trouser suit
from work.
“All I know is Shirley
called and asked us to meet her here,” Jan said as she knocked on the door, smiling
as Clint opened it.
“Hey – go right on
through,” he said as they came in, hanging their coats up and joining Shirley
in the front room.
"Hello Jan,"
Madame said as she kissed the FBI agent on the cheek. "Hello K."
"Oh so it was YOU!
I should have guessed." Katy rolled her eyes.
“I trust you managed to
sleep well last night?”
“I did – but answer me
one question. Were you all asleep all
night?”
“Not the whole night –
we took turns monitoring you, and we were also watching another event at the
same time. The musical selection,
however, was deliberate.”
“So” Jan said, “why
have you asked us to call round.”
"Well,” Shirley
said “I've asked you both over to discuss a plan for something this week."
"Madame decided my
place was better to talk this over then her own." Susan came out of the
kitchen with a tray of drinks, “especially as Marina is out with Janine
tonight."
"It's good to see
you darlings." Kylie came out with a book in her hand.
“Hey Kyles – you’re
looking well.”
“So are you darling,”
Kylie said, “and growing up so fast.”
“A little too fast,”
Jan said, “at times. I can take it
safely this is about a job?"
"One you will not
be able to participate in Janice, but I would like to invite Katy in after her
stellar performance in training over the weekend."
“Should I be worried?
“No, not especially – I
will be taking Anna and Susan – and Kylie – as well. A simple bank raid – in and out.”
“Well, all right – if
you say so. What will her role be?”
“Crowd control, nothing
more. Do you think you can handle that?”
“I think so...”
“Good – now about your
results from the weekend...”
7.45 pm
Daniel
“Well, this place has
changed a little,” Olivia said as she and Diana walked in.
“Countess de Ros, Lady
Treharran, welcome,” the maitre d’, said as he approached them, “some of the
rest of your party are waiting for you in the bar. Your table will be ready shortly.”
“Thank you,” Diana said
as they walked in, Mary waving them over as they approached the bar.
“Good, you made it,” Mary
said as a tall woman with blonde hair turned round.
“My god Bandit – you’ve
hardly aged at all,” she said as she embraced and kissed Olivia.
“Grace? Is it really Grace Gresham?”
“It is, my old friend –
how are you?”
“All the better for
seeing you – New York seems to be suiting you.
When I heard you’d reappeared, I couldn’t quite believe it.”
“Blame her,” Grace said
as she put an arm round Mary’s shoulder.
“Actually, it wasn’t totally your fault, if truth be told, but Fiona’s
not here, so you get the blame.”
“Which I accept with
good grace,” Mary said as the other girls came in.
“Your table is ready,
Countess de Ros.”
“Excellent – shall we
go through?”
7.45 pm
The Peacock Inn
Canal Street New York
“This way,” the woman in the red cheongsam said as she showed Abby and Fi
across the restaurant floor to a table.
“Hey – dark brown hair
suits you,” Cari giggled as they took their seats.
“Definitely a new look
for you,” Heather said as she sipped her wine.
"Okay Fiona, “Abby
said as she sat down, “can I introduce some of my gang, this young woman on the
lam from Yale for the night is Carina. This is Letty, a friend from school,
this is the most frighteningly bright woman you'll ever meet Heather, and this
is the lady who runs her a close second, Anna."
"And we are
waiting on Annie my partner." Carina smiled broadly.
“Pleasure to meet you
all,” Fiona said as she looked round.
“So what are you studying at Yale Carina?”
“My major is history –
Abby mentioned you are doing a degree in art?”
“That’s right –
sculpture as my major art form. It’s
very good of you to come and meet me tonight.”
“Have you heard from Jo
tonight?”
“That’s why Annie is
running late – Jo was talking to her about some training runs for when she come
back from William Smith.”
“Jo is another friend,
Heather’s younger sister – she’s a freshman at William Smith, majoring in
psychology, but she’s also a decent middle distance and cross country runner.”
“Is she the one who did
the calendar – the runner?”
“That’s her,” Letty
said. “So you’re here to start the debs
run?”
“Amongst other things,”
Fiona said with a smile.
8.20 pm
Daniel
“Another call, Olivia,”
Juliette said as she looked across the table.
“Yes - It seems half of
the membership of PTA want to take me out to dinner while I'm in New
York." Olivia peered carefully at the screen on her phone.
"Oh? Who was that message from then?" Grace
asked.
"Fractures,”
Olivia said as she looked up, “and she said to say where have you been hiding
as well Palomino?"
"Well it has been
a good few years since I last saw her. I
need to give her a call, find out when she is in town."
"It's hard to
reconcile the fact that she is now a grandmother, and yet still a top
girl." Karen shook her head.
"Well I just about
have that same distinction." Juliette laughed. "But I know what you
mean, it does seem only like yesterday that we were all young models with the
world at our feet."
"I can't get over
how much Caroline is like her mother." Olivia ate some salad.
"I know, the first
time I saw her I thought I was seeing a ghost." Grace shook her head.
“Was that at the show
at the O2?”
“That’s right,” Grace
said, “I was there with a party of girls from my school, hoping against hope I
would not be recognised, then I turned round, and I genuinely thought Stella
had come back to haunt me.”
“She has the same
effect on nearly all of us,” Alice said, “the first time Mandy and I saw her
was when she appeared at a charity show for St Angela’s. Karen had literally bumped into her, right?”
“Right,” Caroline said,
“I was doing some work for Juliette, and had gone to see her when her daughter,
Carina, went into labour, and then ended up in Karen’s tender care.”
“Anyone else likely to appear
as if by magic,” Olivia said as she looked round.
8.15 pm
The Peacock Inn
“Sorry I’m late, Jo
says Hi,” Annie said as she slipped her jacket off and put it over the back of
the chair. “Have I missed much?”
“Only the dim sum –
soup’s on the way,” Carina said as she kissed Annie, and watched her sit down.
“Diet coke please,” she
said as she looked at the waiter, and then the wine glasses.
“Don’t worry – I’m with
you tonight,” Anna said as she raised her glass.
“How is junior?”
“Growing,” Annie said
as she patted her small bump.
"And are they all
Lesbians?" Fiona whispered.
"Doc and Letty
aren't, oh and Letty is the only one doesn't know I'm bi." Abby whispered
back.
"Okay I'll keep
mum." Fiona nodded.
“So spill Doc,” Abby
said, “your sweet sixteen – what are you doing?.
“Honestly, I don’t
know. Mom is sending invites to meet
somewhere, but she won’t tell me.”
“A Surprise Sweet
Sixteen?”
“Looking that way – the
worst kind possible. I’ll be back in a
minute.”
The girls watched as
she went to the restroom, before Heather said “she still doesn’t know?”
“Nope – we’re keeping
it a secret,” Abby said as she looked at Letty.
“But everything is in place.”
8.15 pm
Susan and Clint’s Apartment
“I am impressed,
darling,” Kylie said as she sat on the chair her legs curled up under herself. “I still remember when I spent the weekend at
the farm with...”
“You’ve done the
weekend at the farm?”
“Okay,” Susan said,
“time for the next revelation. Before I
started working for Madame, I ran with a street gang in London – along with
Kylie and Marina, and a couple of other friends. When we met up earlier in the year, I
persuaded Marina and Kylie to come in out of the cold, if you like, and now
they both are learning to become – better people.”
“Doc and I were the
first guinea pigs for the course, darling,” Kylie said. “At least they did not do the FBI raid on
you.”
“So you both...”
“Enjoy my patronage,”
Shirley said with a smile. “As Kylie
learns at school, Marina develops her language and business skills, and at the
same time they learn skills from both Catherine and Helen.”
“Can i ask what sort of
skills?”
“Not right at this
moment, darling – you will find out one day,” Kylie said with a smile. “But with their help, we have both found our
centre, and ourselves.”
Looking at the young
girl, Kylie then said "I should teach you some of the breathing exercises
Helen has taught us Katy."
"That might be an
excellent idea Kylie." Janice nodded her approval.
"Well anything that
will help me with my shooting sounds a good idea to me."
"You maybe need to
enrol in a meditation class Katy," Susan suggested. "Do it with your
mother."
"Actually Susan I
do like that idea." Janice smiled approvingly. "Would you be up for
that darling?"
"It sounds great
Mom." Katy smiled back.
“Excellent – that deals
with another thing we were going to suggest, about development,” Shirley
said.
8.45 pm
Daniel
"I’ll tell you
someone I heard from a few weeks ago,” Olivia said as she looked up, “Johnny."
"What did he
want?" asked Karen.
"To make an
appointment for some of the people working on his next but one movie to come
down and scout the hall as a possible location."
"What did you
say?" asked Juliette.
"I said yes, and
Charles agreed. I'm willing to forgive and forget if he is."
"Well he was
totally drunk at the time." Alice looked up from her meal.
"Still what he
said about Bandit's eyes was totally out of order." Grace took sides.
"Well it was over
20 years ago, time to let bygones be bygones." Olivia smiled.
"Or in his case to
forget that steaming hot tureen of soup you deposited in his lap Olivia."
Karen giggled.
“Indeed,” Olivia said
as she started laughing, “waste of perfectly good Lobster Bisque.”
“Excuse me,” a young
voice said as Juliette looked round, and Olivia looked at the table.
“Hello Jeannie,”
Caroline said, “how did the shoot go tonight?”
“Not bad, thanks
Face. I hope I'm not intruding Lady
Treharran?" Jeannie asked nervously. "But Abs told me where you were
all eating, and I got Granddad to bring me."
"It's lovely to
meet you BS." Olivia stood up and walked round the table to kiss the
wheelchair bound girl.
"I must seem like
an awful fangirl." Jeannie blushed, "chasing you while you eat."
"Not at all."
Olivia smiled. "Do you and your grandfather want to join us?"
"He's waiting with
the car, and I'm not really dressed..."
"Nonsense,"
Olivia waved a hand, "can we have a place setting for Miss Brewster
please?"
“I’ll go and tell John
– back in a few minutes,” Caroline said as she left her napkin on the table,
and left the restaurant for a few minutes.
“It is a real honour to
meet you, Lady...”
“We are all models here
– Mary excepted,” Olivia said with a smile.
“Call me Bandit or Olivia. Now,
will you have some dessert with us?”
8.45 pm
Susan and Clint’s Apartment
“So, can I ask what the
plan is for Wednesday, Aunt Shirley?”
“Of course – Susan?”
“Okay – Hudson Empire
Bank, White Plains – the branch is on Marmoneck Road,” Susan said as she laid
some photos on the coffee table. “A
fairly standard bank normally – but next Wednesday they have a little
additional something in the vault – Just over a million in cash over and above
their usual reserves.”
“Indeed? It sounds so tempting, darling,” Kylie said
as she looked at them, “so what is the plan?”
“Our information
suggest the gentleman for whom the extra money is intended will arrive at noon
– so we’re going to visit at eleven,” Susan said. “Clint will drive the four of
us there in a car, and wait outside to collect us or in case of trouble.
“As we did in the previous
job, Kylie, we dress to impress – dark glasses, however, will be the order of
the day. There are two security guards
inside, both slightly on the older side, and normally four staff as well as the
manager.”
“So I presume this is a
simple enter, collect and leave?”
“If all goes well,
yes,” Susan said with a smile.
“Weapons?”
“A couple of pump
action and Magnums should help convince people,” Shirley said with a
smile. “We use scarves to cover our
faces, leather gloves on our hands.”
“It sounds like a nice
way to pass a Wednesday morning,” Kylie said, “do you agree, Janice darling?”
“Well, so long as we
don’t get called in. You have the day
off Katy, but we have that theatre show on Wednesday night, so you need to be
back by four.”
“As far as the world at
large is concerned, Katy, you’re spending the day with Anna at the zoo. She’ll pick you up at nine, and bring you
straight to the offices.”
“Fair enough,” Jan
said, “just watch your step. Please...”
9.15 pm
The Peacock Inn
“I have to admit, this
is good food,” Fi said as she watched the plates been cleared.
“We’ve eaten here a few
times,” Cari said as she wiped her chin.
“I must say, you and
Annie do seem to be a perfect couple – so when is the baby due?”
“Late next spring – so
Judith will have a little brother or sister before she is two,“ Annie said with
a smile.
“So Abby tells me you
and Letty are the straights,” Fiona whispered to Anna.
"I am what is
called an almost-straight." Anna whispered to Fiona.
“Which means?”
"Meaning that with
the right girl, in the right circumstances, at the right time, then I'd not say
no."
Fiona nodded – this
could be a truly fun week...
10.30 pm
The de Ros Mansion
"BS seems like
such an awfully nice girl, nothing flashy or pretentious about her." Olivia
said as she and Diana sat in the armchairs in Diana's drawing room.
"No she's a star
with very little ego." Diana smiled, "she's a huge fan of yours
though."
"I can tell - she
knows about shots and shows that even I'd forgotten."
"She is more then
something of a fashion industry historian," Diana said as she sat back.
"I very much got
that impression." Olivia played with her glasses. "You know with her
disability she has done some amazing work."
"Did you see her
pictures in Stephen Stone's latest book?"
"No I
haven't...Should I?"
"Well I'm a trifle
biased, but yes I think you'd like them," Diana reached for a book on the
coffee table and passed it to her guest.
"Mmmm I can see
what you mean," Olivia answered after a few minutes of gazing intently.
"Stephen as always has stripped away everything and you can see her for
just who she is."
"I know you mean
that in both senses darling," Diana smiled some more, "but I
particularly get your point in that he really reveals the essence of the
character of his sitters."
"It's his genius.
He's showing us this brave, determined, beautiful, but disabled girl, and
letting us see that under everything is a truly forceful person determined not
to let her disability spoil her life."
"That's what I
thought when I saw them too." Diana served coffee as Edith brought in the
pot and cups. "Did you ever let
Stephen photograph you?"
"He asked for this book," Olivia reflected, "but I said
no."
"You shouldn't
have you know." Diana passed her a cup.
“Why?”
“Because Jeannie is not
the only one who is brave, determined and beautiful, who needs to be who she
truly is.”
Olivia looked at Diana,
then smiled as she said “and what do you know that I do not, Diana?”
“I think we both know
much the other is ignorant of,” Diana said with a smile, “but I also think you
will like tomorrow...”
10.30 pm
The Richmond Mansion
"I'm more of a
critic than a practicing artist Fiona." Heather spoke while the girls had
their coffee.
"She has done some rather attractive water-colours though." Carina
butted in.
"Oh they are just
my daubs."
"I'd still like to
see them though." Fiona answered.
"Well I'll bring
some with me next time I visit England if you'll let me see your
sculpture."
"That sounds like
a deal," The English girl took a sip. "It's non representational,
with my eyes it's hard for me to model the human form, but I think it has
tactile qualities that I personally like."
"Now you have me
intrigued, I am always interested in art that is not merely meant to be looked
at." Heather adjusted her glasses. "I've never understood why we
train ourselves to use only one of our senses to assess artistic work."
"I totally
agree..."
"I think we can
safely give them 10 minutes to talk about this." Annie smiled at Abigail.
"Then we break them up."
“You all right taking
Doc and Letty back?”
“Yeah – school
tomorrow, after all.”
11.30 pm
The de Ros Mansion
"So Heather's
girlfriend is an interior designer?" Fiona asked as she and Abby stood
undressing each other in Abby's bedroom.
"She is, her name
is Alexandra Richmond."
"The name sounds
familiar, I think she's a friend of Mummy's."
"Probably,"
Abby shivered as Fi unhooked her bra. "Sandy was on the edge of the model
community about the time your mother retired."
“So will I meet her?”
“Probably, if that can
be arranged,” Abby said as she removed FI’s underwear. “Right now, it’s a cold night – care to share
my bed for a while?”
“I thought you’d never
ask,” Fi said as they climbed under the covers, and started to kiss, their arms
round each other.
Tuesday 8th December
8 am
4th Avenue
“Who is it at the
door,” Pippa called out as she put her papers into her bag.
“I’ll look,” Poppy said
as she peeked through the spy hole, and then said “It’s Grandma.”
“Let her in,” Pippa
called out, as Poppy opened the door and let Alisha Ashley in.
“Hey Grandma – are you
house sitting today?”
“I am my dear,” she
said as she took her coat off, and Pippa came through. “Thanks Mum – you have my number if you need
me?”
“I do – have a good day
both of you,” she said as she watched her daughter and granddaughter leave, and
went to the kitchen, making herself come coffee before she sat down.
As the telephone rang,
she picked it up and said “Ashley residence.”
There was silence
before the line went dead, and Amelia put the phone down, wondering who it
was. As she picked the handset up again,
she heard a click before the dialling tone started, and put the handset down
again, looking at the phone before she took her cell phone out.
“Miss Jameson? This is Lady Amelia Ashley – can you call
round to Philippa’s apartment please? I
think her phone is been monitored.”
9 am
St Angela’s
“You did what,” Pepsi
said as she looked at her friend.
"You gatecrashed a
dinner that her friends were giving Lady Treharran?" Becca asked
incredulously as she wheeled Jeannie towards their Tuesday morning chemistry
class.
"Yeah,” Jeannie
said, “it was lousy manners on my part, but I just so wanted to meet her."
"And was it worth
it?" Ama asked.
"Oh yeah."
Jeans smiled, "for me it was just like you meeting one of the all-time
soccer greats who you idolize Ama. Just to see her up close, and to listen to
her stories."
"Are there any of
your idols you haven't met now?" asked Nikki.
"Oh a few."
Jeannie smiled broadly.
"Well I have big
news as well," Nikki grinned, "you know I'm a HUGE fan of Cassandra
Stone's?"
"WE DO!" her
friends groaned.
"Well,” Nikki
said, “she rang last night and offered me a tiny part in the Pussycat Gang
movie. It's just two words, but I grabbed the chance."
"When are you
filming it?" Doc asked.
"Thursday after
school," Nikki smiled happily.
"Well done that
girl then." Jeannie said as she high-fived her.
“All right, settle
down,” Harriet said as she came into the room.
“I trust you have all reviewed your experiment plans for today, as this
is part of your end of semester assessment.
You have five minutes to prepare and select what you need, and then we
will begin.”
10 am
Norstar Agency
“Missy? Olivia and Fiona Treharran to see you.”
Missy stood up, taking
a deep breath as she said “show them in.”
Coming round, she smiled as her guests came in, Olivia wearing a blouse
and long skirt, Fiona in a jumper and jeans.
“Welcome, both of you,”
she said as she kissed them both, and indicated some chairs. “Some coffee please, Elaine.”
"Thank you for
seeing us Missy." Olivia slipped into a chair.
"It's always a
pleasure Olivia,” Missy said as she sat down, “you know that."
"Well this is my
little girl Fiona. Fi this is Missy Auerbach who was my North American booker
when I modelled."
"It's lovely to
meet you." Fiona shook hands.
"Well you have
your mothers height and figure." Missy looked closely at the younger
Englishwoman. "Would you mind walking for me please?"
"Certainly."
Fiona stood up and started to walk up and down the office.
"Well not quite in
your Mother's class, but then no one has ever been that." Missy played
with her glasses. "You can sit down please Fiona."
"Well?"
Olivia asked bluntly.
"Did you bring a
book Fiona?"
"She has some
pictures that Charles took that's all." Olivia answered as Fiona retrieved
a slim portfolio from her bag.
Slowly and carefully
Missy looked at each photograph, picking up a magnifying glass to look at a
couple of details.
"I know its pretty
thin Missy..."
"Actually it's not
bad Olivia."
"I hear a but
coming."
"I know Fiona has
as bad eyes as you had."
"With my glasses I
can see well enough Miss Auerbach." Fiona spoke.
"I know
Fiona...but..."
"Sorry am I
late?" Mary Thomas let herself in.
"Was I expecting
you Mary?"
“Oh didn’t Bandit tell
you? Sorry – it’s just she forgot to add
the photographs from Le Bal last week to what was in her book. She called me and asked me to bring them
along.”
She handed a further
folder to Missy, as she said “Oh yeah – and I wanted to tell you I had a call
from Amanda Swafford yesterday. She’s in
town and wanted the chance to meet both of you.”
“Is she now,” Missy
said as she raised an eyebrow. “She
wishes to talk to both of them?”
“In part, yes, so what
I was going to say, Missy dear, was would you join us as well? I think you might like it.”
“Who is Amanda
Swafford,” Fi asked her mother.
“All right – what time
Mary?”
“Three o’clock – here,”
Mary said as she handed Missy a card.
“I’ve asked Ju along as well.
That all right with every one?
Give you a chance to look at her other photos as well.”
“I’ll... I’ll see you then,” Missy said as Mary stood
up.
“Good – come on girls,
I’ll buy you a coffee,” Mary said as she ushered the Treharran women out.
10 am
Xavier International
“Pamela – step in a
minute will you,” Susan said into the telephone before she sat back and looked
out of the window.
The door opened and her
assistant came in, closing the door and walking over. She was dressed for the weather, a woollen
cardigan over a black top, black leggings and knee length boots.
“Sit down,” Susan said
as she looked at Pamela, “I want to talk to you about the weekend. How are you feeling?”
“Glad I booked
yesterday off,” Pamela said quietly.
“That was – different?”
“Everyone says that,”
Susan said as she looked at the report in front of her, “but we do it for a
reason, and it does tell us a lot about the people who take part. So, want to hear the results?”
“Can I ask a question
first? Were they really...”
“Yes, yes they were –
but the good news for you, Pamela, is they thought you showed real promise and
potential. They remarked on your rapid
response to stress situations, and your good marksmanship. Their one concern was, and I quote, a
tendency to underestimate distance and speed.
Which makes me wonder – have you had your eyes tested recently?”
Pamela looked at Susan,
before she said “not recently – why?”
“I’m booking an
appointment with an optometrist for you – just to make sure. All right?”
Pamela nodded as Susan
said “Oh – and will you ask Cassidy to come in please?”
Watching as Pamela left
the room, Susan took two more reports out before there was a knock on the door.
“Come in?”
“You wanted to see me
Susan,” Cassidy said as she came in.
“I did – I have the
reports on Anna and Jenny. Want to go
over them?”
3 pm
Village Studios
“Luke, you’re a miracle
worker,” Mary said as she looked at the studio.
“Well, I did exactly
what I was told to do,” he said as he looked at the blonde woman standing
beside Mary.
“I’m sure you have –
and you can handle the rest?”
“Of course I can Amanda
– I think your guests are arriving.”
“Let’s go,” Mary said
as they went into the outer room, and watched while Olivia and Fi came in,
Missy close behind them.
“Ah there you are
lasses – I want you to meet Amanda Swafford.
Amanda, Olivia and Fiona Treharran.”
“A pleasure,” Amanda
said as she held her hand out, “to meet you, Bandit.”
“Likewise – where do I
know your name from?”
“Possibly America’s Top
Model – but these days I’m mainly a stylist.
I wondered if you’d be up to doing me a favour? I need some photos doing of some new outfits
for my catalogue, and I would like you and Fiona to do them.”
“Mary, what are you...”
“It’s all right,” Luke
Heller said, “we have something very special in mind for this – if you’re
willing.”
“Mum?”
“Oh go on – but we need
our glasses on.”
“I was hoping you would
say that – come with me,” Luke said as he led Olivia and Fiona into a side
room.
“Sorry I’m late –
Amanda, it’s nice to meet you again.”
“And you Juliette,”
Amanda said as they hugged.
“How is...”
“I am still legally
blind,” Amanda said with a smile, “and yet I succeed.”
“So how are you going
to take the photographs Luke?”
“Come and see,” Luke
said as he opened the door, and they looked in his studio.
“It worked for me,”
Amanda said, “I believe it may work for both Olivia and Fiona as well.”
“Oh you clever, clever woman,”
Juliette said with a grin.
Thirty minutes later,
Olivia and Fiona came out, wearing tight jeans, cowl neck sweaters and ankle
boots.
“Right,” Luke said as
they came in, “I want you both to start at this end of the room, and then
follow the glowing markings on the floor to walk down, but talk to each other
as you do so. When you hear my voice, I
want you both to turn in the direction of my voice and look for the glowing
symbols on the wall.”
“Just do as he says,
Bandit,” Mary said as she stood in the corner with Missy, Juliette and Amanda
standing at the other end of the floor.
“Ready, darling?”
Fiona nodded as they
started to walk slowly down, glancing at the markings on the floor as Luke
adjusted his camera.
“Good, good – and look
NOW!”
Fiona and Olivia
stopped and looked at the glowing star behind Luke, the photographer smiling as
he said “Great – that’s fantastic... All
right, start walking again.”
The two women walked on
as he changed his position, before saying “and look towards my voice – see the
moon?”
Both women nodded and
laughed as Luke took more pictures.
“So the symbols give
them a point to focus on, and the floor markings make sure they keep on the
right track?”
Amanda nodded as she
said “they have a different condition from me, but the principle is the same,
give them a way to look to the cameraman.”
“She still has a
fantastic walk,” Mary said as the mother and daughter walked on a little
further.
“Indeed – and Luke is
getting the best from them,” Missy said as they stopped by a fan, their hair
softly blowing as they took more photos.
Eventually, Luke looked
up and said “great – thank you both very much.
Happy, Amanda?”
“I trust you Luke –
let’s go and get some coffee.”
“So do you think that
worked,” Fiona said as they went back in.
“I’ll tell you in a few
minutes,” Juliette said, “In the meantime, Amanda wants to talk to both of
you.”
4 pm
4th Avenue, The Ashley
Apartment
Pippa and Amelia
watched as Caroline walked round the room, looking at her tablet and making some
notes.
“Well Miss Jameson?”
Lady Ashley asked.
She looked at Pippa and
her mother, before she said “Let’s sit down.”
“So was my mum
imagining things, Caroline?”
“I’m afraid not. Someone has definitely been in here and
planted a telephone bug, as well as this,” Caroline held up the listening
device she’d found in the flowerpot.
“The good news is I have something I can leave now that will render them
inactive, but now I have a better idea of what happened.”
“How long have they
been here?” Pippa asked quietly.
“That I can’t tell you,”
Caroline said, “but this isn’t exactly the best equipment available. It’s cheap
and fairly crude.”
“Rather like Martin.”
Pippa murmured.
“How does he even
suspect that he’s our Poppy’s dad?” Amelia asked.
“I suppose he got a
hold of her birth certificate and did the sums Mum.” Pippa shook her head. “He
knew I wasn’t exactly the type of girl who slept around.”
“What does he gain with
the information though that he is Poppy’s father?” Caroline asked.
“I don’t know…a
blackmail tool maybe?” Pippa wrung her hands. “He knows my Mother well enough
to think that she’d pay a tidy sum to keep my secrets out of the public realm.”
“And if I didn’t yer
Auntie Maggie would.” Amelia lapsed into her native Yorkshire accent.
“Look, we would need to
find who planted these and then trace him to Peverell before Brooke or any
authority can do anything,” Caroline said quietly. “On the other hand, I can maybe try putting
the fear of God into him.”
“By doing what
Caroline?” Pippa asked, “we do anything illegal and he finds out, we just give
him more ammunition.”
“The people I have in
mind are pretty rough…”
“Much as I’d like to
see him hurt,” Amelia said, “our Pippa is right Caroline, we can’t do anything
illegal in case it works wrong.”
“It was just an idea
Lady Ashley.”
“And I thank you for it
Caroline.” Pippa murmured whilst she thought hard.
“Well, until you come
to a decision as to what action to tale, all I can do is upgrade all your
security here, and maybe suggest that you all take a long Christmas holiday at
an unknown destination. I’ll get some
hidden cameras installed, and set up a panic line to the local precinct and our
own offices.”
“Caroline you know I
have the new magazine to finish, and besides Poppy has her end of semester
exams.”
“I know it wouldn’t be
easy Pippa…”
“And besides we are
going skiing a couple of times at least with the Sinners.”
“Funnily enough, I
think that’s when you’d be safest – amongst a large group of friends, so don’t
cancel them. Anyway, we’re coming as
well for at least the first.” Caroline
looked at Pippa and said “have you told Poppy?”
Poppy moved away from
her bedroom door, thinking about what she had heard. She had heard enough to
convince herself that Martin Peverell - she would never be able to think of him
as her father - presented a clear menace to her family. That the bastard might
use the fact of her parentage to blackmail those she loved both shamed her, and
also enraged her. If Caroline was under orders not to do anything in the way of
direction, what could be done? Most importantly what could Poppy do herself?
“I just wish I had
Doc’s gun,” she thought to herself, “I’d put the fear of God into him.”
4.30 pm
Xavier International
“The young ladies are
here,” Susan’s assistant said as she showed the three schoolgirls into the
office. While Doc and Katy were in their
uniforms, Kylie was wearing a grey silk sweater and grey trousers.
“Okay thank you,” Susan
said as she looked up from the plans and photographs she and Madame had spread
out on the table. “Please make sure
we’re not disturbed Pamela.”
“Hello Katy, Hello
Anna, Hello Kylie,” Madame kissed each of the newcomers on the cheek. “I just
wanted to have one last run through of the plan for tomorrow.”
“The coffee is fresh
and strong.” Susan nodded towards the pot.
“Oh good, after an
afternoon playing basketball I need something to perk me up.” Doc said as she walked
over to get a mug.
“Not your favourite
sport Anna?” asked Madame.
“I’m a mathlete Madame,
sports that require physical exertion and me don’t mix well, Phys Ed on Tuesday
afternoon is my least favourite class.”
“This from the woman
who moved more than her fair share of furs, by all accounts.”
“And suffered the next
day for it,” Doc said as she came to the table.
“We are just waiting on
my husband.” Susan said as she glanced up at the clock.
“Clint is parking the
second getaway car and checking out the roads.” Madame looked up as the three
younger women gathered round the table with their coffee cups in hand.
“Is this the branch
plan?” Kylie asked.
“It is,” Susan nodded.
“Any blind spots or
hiding places?”
“A couple…”
“Here and here,”
Shirley finished Susan’s words pointing to the diagram. “Susan will be the one
to check them.”
“Alright so what are we
all doing precisely?” Kylie said as she sipped her coffee.
“Anna you will handle
crowd control and the entrance.” Madame pointed to a spot on the map. “Katy,
you will do the same from the vault end of the main floor.”
“Gotcha,” the girl
nodded.
“Kylie will handle the
tills, and Susan and I will handle the vault.”
“Seems easy enough,”
Kylie nodded.
“Now these are two
individuals of particular interest,” Madame indicated some photographs of a
middle aged man in an ill fitting suit, and a dark haired woman. “The man is
the manager, the woman his assistant. Make sure you know those faces please.”
“Alright.” Katy nodded.
“We go in hard and
heavy,” Shirley paused and took a breath. “Use every obscenity you know, and if
you have the chance rough some people up. I want everyone in the bank
completely terrorized.”
“We make sure they all
throw their cell phones, etc, away, then we get them face down on the floor in
the central area.” Susan smiled. “ID’s as well, I want them to be picked up, we
want them to know we know who they are and where they live.”
“Sounds pretty
thorough.” Doc said as she sipped from her cup.
“Susan and I will force
the manager and his assistant over to the vault. There I’m going to stick my
gun in his mouth and kill him…”
“Oh?” the three young
women said in unison, Kylie looking at her in surprise.
“I have an itch to
scratch,” Madame blushed a second, “but most importantly it should traumatize
the assistant and make sure she gives us no trouble.”
“Inside the vault,”
Susan said, “I’ll grab the money, fill three holdalls and you Katy, myself and
Madame will carry them to the waiting car.”
“Anna you will select a
further hostage, and along with the assistant manager force them into the back
of the SUV…At the changeover point we will deal with them…Any questions?”
“No Madame.” Kylie
smiled, “It all looks rather routine.”
“Other then so many
dead bodies,” Susan thought to herself.
“The casualties I know
are maybe a bit excessive, but I want this to run smoothly and fear is our best
weapon.”
“Agreed Madame.” Katy
took her turn to smile.
“So as I asked any
questions?”
“What shall we wear for
this?”
“Susan?”
“These outfits will be
waiting downstairs for us,” Susan said as she took a photo out. The women looked at the grey fitted wool
jacket, the collar turned up and the top buttons undone, the tight knee length
skirt, dark hose and pumps, and the black leather gloves.
“Very nice,” Katy said
with a smile. “Disguises?”
“We’ll have them as
well. Be here for nine tomorrow
morning.”
The three girls looked
at each other and nodded as Shirley said “Right – if there are no further
questions, enjoy your evenings.”
“Come along Katy,” Doc
said, “we’re getting you home first.”
As the three girls
left, Shirley finished her coffee and replaced her mug.
“You look concerned
Susan.”
“No Madame – I
understand the reasons you need to do this.
I just hope there is not too much trouble.”
“As do I. Are there any matters that I need to deal
with before I go home Susan?”
“Well a phone call to a
certain property developer with political ambitions, reminding him who he should
buy ALL his concrete from if he wishes to avoid trouble.”
“Yes before he gets too
big for his boots, it’s maybe time to remind him that he still owes those of us
in the so-called ‘underworld’ his dues.”
“I have an untraceable
phone with a voice scrambler right here Madame.”
“Alright,” Shirley took
a deep breath. “Make the call.”
Susan started the
scrambler, and dialled the number as she handed the handset to Shirley and
lifted the other handset.
“Good afternoon – is
this Robert MacDougal?”
“Who wants to know,” a
gruff voice said.
“I do – is this Robert
MacDougal?”
“And I said who is
this?”
“My name,” Shirley said
with a smile, “is Madame X.”
There was silence for a
moment, before the voice said “This is MacDougal.”
“Excellent – I wanted
to make this courtesy call to wish you good luck with your race for the local
council, but also to discuss a few trifling matters of business.”
“Well, I thank you for
the good wishes, but as far as I am aware we have a good business
relationship.”
“We do, Mister
MacDougal – for the moment. But I have
heard disturbing reports that you have been investigating other sources for
your supply of concrete. I presume there
is no truth in this rumour?”
There was another
silence, before the man said “You must understand. Madame, with the market the
way it is...”
“Mr MacDougal,” Shirley
said, “I encourage you to take a long term view of the situation. How would it be if, in a short term attempt
to cut costs, you failed to see the long term implications for your wealth,
health and safety.”
“What do you...”
“Consider, Mr
MacDougal, the loss of income as your projects grind to a halt due to
industrial upset or machine failure. The
personal loss of reputation you would take if the records of your dealings with
organisations such as ours became public knowledge, and how that would affect
the political race you are entering. And
– well, I hesitate to mention the effect on you if I have to send some of my
associates for a face to face meeting.”
There was another
silence, before he said “and to avoid such consequences?”
“My representatives
will call on you tomorrow with a new supply contract for you to sign. I strongly suggest you sign.”
“Of course,” he said
quietly, “and would you accept a pre-payment for a year’s supply?”
“I would consider such
a payment a very generous offer. Do not
disappoint me Mr MacDougal.”
“Of course, Madame.”
“Excellent – good
fortune in your political ambitions, Mr MacDougal. Let us hope no further action is required.”
“And to you, Madame.”
"Very nice
Madame." Susan smiled approvingly as Shirley ended the call.
"Well he wouldn't
like it revealed that like most property developers in Manhattan he has been
doing business with groups like ours most of his professional career."
"As you once told
me, dealing with us is one like the other certainties Madame, death and
taxes."
"Well he knows
just what trouble we can make for him."
"I liked the
ex-gratia payment of $20 million especially."
"Well it will
ensure everybody in the organisation gets a nice Christmas bonus this
year." Shirley smiled as she wiped her glasses clean. "Now is there
anything else for tonight?"
“No, I think that is
all Madame. I will see you tomorrow
morning.”
9 pm
Brooklyn
“So was it a good day?”
Abby asked as she and Fiona hugged in the back of Abby’s car, watching the
magically lit-up Manhattan skyline from the Brooklyn side of the East River.
“It was actually very
interesting. A lady called Mary Thomas showed up at my interview with Missy
Auerbach, she’s an old friend of Mummy’s…”
“As well as being the
lady who discovered me,” Abigail moaned as Fi’s tongue found its way into her
mouth, the two young women kissing for a few minutes.
“Well that explains
something,” Fiona stopped kissing her lover for a moment, “she set up an
appointment this afternoon for us to see a model who is legally blind, but who
also runs shows.”
“Amanda Swafford?”
“That’s her…Do you know
her too darling?”
“Not personally, but I
know of her. I know she is…” Abigail was silenced as once again Fiona kissed
her and their tongues entwined in the dance of love.
“You are just so sexy,”
Fiona purred as she paused for breath.
“And you are just so
determined.” Abigail smiled, “anyway as I was trying to say, Amanda has had
quite a good career despite her eye problems.”
“Yes she was showing
Mummy and me the ways a blind person can do catwalk for example.”
“That sounds
interesting.” Abby this time was the one who initiated the kiss.
“You keep doing that,”
Fi said with a smile, “and I’ll never finish the story…”
“Sorry,” Abby laughed
lightly.
“Well anyway Amanda
wants both Mummy and I to do some work for her.”
“That’s a good start.”
“And Mary and Missy, as
well as Juliette and my Mother are meeting tonight to discuss both Mummy
resuming, and me starting a serious model career.”
“Good for you.”
“Yes,” Fiona pulled
Abby close and was just squeezing her breast when the light flashed in the
window and the deep voice spoke.
“Ummm ladies do you
wanna take this to a place that’s a little less public?”
“Yes Officer.” Abby
wound down the window and smiled.
“Good – besides, it’s
too cold a night – hey do I know you?”
“No – and thank you
again officer,” Abby said as Fi started to giggle.
“Come on – We’ll head
back and make sure we’re not disturbed in my room,” Abby said as she wound the window
back up, and they moved to the front of the car.
Wednesday 9th December
9 am
Xavier International
“This feels absolutely
divine, darling,” Kylie said as she fastened the wool skirt around her waist,
and then sat at the table, looking in the mirror as she applied the dark eye
shadow, making her eyes stand out.
“Tell me about it,” Doc
said as she rouged her lips, “but then, you know Catherine’s skill is
legendary.”
“Indeed,” Katy said as
she looked at herself in the mirror, and then picked up the blonde wig, placing
it over her head and adjusting it so that it lay both sides of her face.
“I must say, Katy,
seeing you like this it is amazing just how much you have aged since I last saw
you.”
“You have no idea,”
Katy said as she looked at herself, while Susan and Shirley walked in.
“How are we looking
ladies?”
“Spectacular, darling,”
Kylie said as she tied a black silk scarf round her neck as a cravat, and then
slipped on the grey wool jacket, fastening it before putting on the soft
leather gloves.
“Weaponry?”
“Already stored in the
vehicle,” Susan said.
“These shoes are
amazing,” Doc said as she slipped them on, and the five women looked at each
other.
“Very well,” Shirley
said as she checked all four of them, and then had Susan check her. “Glasses on ladies – let’s go to work.”
"You know Madame
those legs of yours are amazing." Katy cocked her head to look as Shirley
climbed in the car.
"Well maybe not in
Abigail's league, but I think for a lady of my age they aren't too bad."
"Now you are
merely being falsely modest." Susan smiled. "You know that every one
of your married friends was happy when you found John..."
"Oh and why was
that Susan?" Shirley interrupted.
"You know very
well each of them saw you as a potential threat." Susan laughed.
"That is true Madame,
my wife was very dubious about letting me squire you to the odd dinner party,
just in case I was tempted." Clint climbed in the drivers seat.
"Well if I'm a
cougar, then Katy I think is strict jail bait."
"Agreed," both
Kylie and Doc spoke.
"Everyone is
agreed that they are happy she is with George and not on her own." Doc
finished. "No one wants to have her whisk their boyfriend away."
"Oh as if I would
do that." Katy now smiled.
11 am
Marmoneck Road, White Plains
Hudson Empire Bank
“Well, this is the
place,” Clint said as he pulled up outside the bank. “Looks like a normal
Wednesday so far.”
“Excellent,” Shirley
said as she pumped the shotgun in her gloved hands. “Take a moment,
ladies, prepare yourselves.”
Clint watched in the
rear view mirror as the five women took deep breaths. He knew Susan
needed this time, to shed her respectable face and put on her business one, but
the others were also preparing themselves.
“Kylie?”
“We all look fabulous, darlings,
I feel fabulous – let’s do this.”
Katy nodded as she
checked her gun, then like the others pulled the scarf up over her nose and
mouth, and stepped out of the car, walking quickly in the front door, the heels
of her shoes clicking on the sidewalk, her hips swaying.
The guard standing by
the door turned as he saw the group come in, only to stare at Anna as she
jabbed a gun into his stomach, watching the over four walk in as she whispered
“Shut the fuck up” as she felt the dampness between her legs.
“LISTEN UP YOU BUNCH OF
MOTHER FUCKERS, THIS IS A FUCKING ROBBERY!” Shirley called out as she fired a
shot into the air, “ALL OF YOU, HANDS WHERE WE CAN FUCKING SEE THEM.”
“You heard the lady,
fuckfaces,” Susan called out as she walked across the floor, Katy going with
her, “hands in the fucking air where we can all see them.” The two women looked at the customers as they
stared back, wondering what was going on.
“As for you shithead,”
Anna said as she hit the door guard with the barrel of her shotgun, “throw that
weapon over there.” She laughed as he
took his pistol out and threw it across the floor, and looked at the others.
“Don’t even think of
reaching for that alarm, cocksucker,” Kylie called out in a Southern accent as
she aimed her shotgun at the tellers, “all of you, I want your fucking wallets,
cell phones, IDs, everything, thrown over the counter into this bag – NOW ASSFACES!” She waved her gun around as the three women
and one man took their cards and phones out and threw them into the bag.
Shirley looked round –
there were half a dozen customers, four women and two men, who were staring at
the quintet with their hands in the air.
“All of you as well,”
she shouted out, “fucking wallets and ID cards, in the bag my friend is bringing
round, then on your fucking faces, hands behind your fucking heads.” Shirley
could feel the moisture between her legs as she menaced all the people, “Just
remember ladies and gents we don’t give fucking suggestions, we give fucking
orders, and if you don’t do just as we fucking order, then we are going to
fucking kill you.”
As there was a single
gunshot, one of the female customers screamed, making Katy fire her gun and say
“Next fucker who screams gets a bullet for themselves.”
The sound of the gun made
Shirley look over, as Susan pulled the second security guard from his hiding
place, blood seeping from his arm.
“Get on the floor
dipshit,” she said as she hit him in the small of her back, as Katy forced the
manager and his assistant out of their offices and into the bank’s main area.
“What the hell is...?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Shirley growled as she walked over and hit him in the stomach with her gloved
hand, “Entrance?”
“Secure,” Anna called
over as she covered the area.
“Staff?”
“Move fuckheads,” Katy
called out as she and Kylie forced the tellers out from behind their desks,
“face down on the fucking floor.”
Susan walked around the
group, as Kylie made her way behind the counter and started to empty the cash
from the tills into her holdall. The
only sound was the whimpering from the people on the floor, as a smell of
ammonia began to fill the air.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Shirley looked round as
Katy ground her heel into the hand of one of the customers, looking at the cell
phone she had found. The young redhead
looked up at her as she pulled back on her gun.
“STUPID FUCKING BITCH,”
she said as she put the gun to her head, and fired a single shot.
“Any other fucking
stupid idiots? No?” Shirley switched her attention to the next phase
of the job as the smell of Ammonia was joined by a more pungent aroma. Quickly
Shirley swapped her shotgun with Susan for the Magnum,
“On your fucking feet
bitch,” Susan shouted as she walked over, grabbing the assistant manager by her
hair and yanking her upwards.
“Stand up you fucking
bastard,” Shirley placed the business end of her gun on the back of the
managers’ head. “It’s time for you to open up the fucking vault for us Mister
Manager.”
Slowly and carefully
Shirley and Susan prodded and poked as they forced the bank manager and his
assistant to the vault, Kylie smiling at them as she finished emptying the
tills and went into the back office.
“Keep your fucking
heads down,” Katy shouted as she felt the warmth growing inside her
again. Killing the stupid bitch had stirred those feelings within her
again, the urging within her as she walked round the cowering staff and
customers. She took care not to stand in
the pools of blood and grey matter, as Anna looked over and nodded in understanding.
“Open the fucking vault
bitch,” Shirley whispered quietly as she put her Magnum to the head of the
manager. He was sweating, the moisture pouring from his bald head as he
fumbled with the locks, the sweat stains clearly visible on his jacket and
between his legs. The blonde haired assistant was shaking in her brown
jersey dress and heels, as Susan held the gun to her head. She could sense her own arousal, as she
whispered “does this make you hot as well, you cow,” into her ear.
“Please, please don’t
kill me,” the manager whimpered as he failed to get the combination right.
“Let me put it another
way then,” she said as she yanked the man round, pushing the barrel into his
mouth as the assistant stared, “you get this fucking vault open…NOW! cocksucker,
or he dies.”
His eyes were wide open
as the assistant walked over and started unlocking the vault. He mumbled
“plsgdgdshddttt...”
“Yes, she did,” Shirley
said, staring at him as she pulled the trigger, the back of his head exploding
out as the assistant manager whispered “no...” the gore decorating the white
wall a terrible shade of red behind where the manager had stood. “Shut the fuck
up,” Shirley said as she grabbed the Assistant Manager, the gun against her
head, “or you’re fucking next.”
Now she was hot, as the
burning between her legs became almost impossible to bear. She let put an involuntary gasp and watched
carefully as Susan walked into the vault.
As her friend started to empty the bundled notes into the first holdall,
the feelings inside her all but overwhelming as she relished the act of murder,
her panties moist from the pleasure it had given her.
Clint noticed the black
sedan pull up outside the bank entrance, the driver getting out and walking
round. He was a well built man, obviously from the Far East, and as he
opened the car door a smartly dressed Chinese gentleman got out, looked round
and started to walk to the bank, the man following him.
“Shit,” Clint said to
himself as he hoped they had noticed inside.
Looking at the car, he saw the third person inside, and shook his head
as he fetched something from the glove compartment, and checked the street was
clear before he got out.
“Company.”
Anna motioned to Katy
to cover the assembled group on the shop floor, as she stood back, watching as
the two well dressed Asian gentlemen walked in, and then moved behind them.
They stared at the
young masked woman standing there, the pistol in her hand, her dress
impeccable, and then the second woman who walked round from behind the counter,
and aimed a shotgun at them.
“Good morning,
fuckers,” Anna said from behind them, “cell phones and wallets, thrown over
there please.”
The two women watched
carefully as the new arrivals looked at each other, and then reached into their
jacket pockets.
“GUN!” Katy shouted out
as she saw the taller man’s hand make a fist – and then the look of shock in
his face as Anna shot him in the back, the other man staring as he fell
forward, the blood oozing from the hole.
“Any idea you had of
fucking raising the alarm, let it go like the shit between your legs,” Anna
yelled. “Face down with the others, asshole.” She shoved him forward as he fell to the
floor, looking at the tear and fear filled eyes of the others.
“Whhhhhhhh what was
that,” the assistant said as she watched Susan fill the last of the holdalls.
“Sounds like another
stupid fucker tried to do something,” Susan said as she looked at Shirley.
“Agreed – right –
you’re coming with us,” Shirley said as she grabbed the woman’s arm, and made
her walk in front of her, one hand holding the gun against her back and the
other carrying one of the holdalls.
As they made their way
back to the main floor, Susan handed one of the holdalls to Kylie, who put her
gun into her jacket as she carried the bag in her hand. The masked women looked round at the scene,
the dead bodies on the floor, the smell of blood, piss and faeces filling the
air.
“Listen, pissants and
cows,” Shirley said “we’re taking your things with us. Remember now we
know where you fucking live, and we that means we could call on you at any
fucking time. Just remember that – so for the sake of yourselves and I’m sure
your dearly beloved families, all of you stay fucking still, and make sure
nobody moves for an hour.
“Except for one of
you,” she finished as she looked at Anna. She then nodded to Katy, as
they walked round the people cowering on the floor – and then grabbed the
Chinese man who had come in.
“Move, shithead,” she
said as she pressed her gun into his back, Katy walking to the door and looking
out as Clint got back into the car.
“All clear,” she said
as she opened the door, and they walked out onto the street, forcing the two
hostages into the back of the SUV as Katy and Anna sat with them.
“Keep those fucking
mouths shut, and those hands where we can see them,” Katy said as guns were
pressed into their sides, both of them watching as the others put the bags into
the SUV and jumped in, closing the doors behind themselves.
Clint said nothing as
he moved off, joining the flow of traffic as they kept their scarves over their
faces, nobody saying anything.
“Was anyone else in the
car,” Susan said as she looked at Clint.
He nodded, but said nothing as he watched the road.
“You have made a grave error,”
the Chinese man said quietly, “you will pay the price for what you did today.”
“Oh shut the fuck up,
you little pissant,” Shirley said as she struggled to maintain control. “Did you get the security recordings?”
“I did,” Kylie said in
her Southern accent, “and destroyed the recording equipment.”
“Good – now shut the
fuck up, both of you.”
The man and woman
looked at each other, recognising in each other the same experience, as Clint
headed out of town.
Noon
White Plains
Clint pulled up
alongside the SUV, jumping out and opening the trunk of the car as Katy and
Anna started to load the bags into the boot.
“What are you going to
do with us,” the assistant manageress said as she looked at Shirley. Her voice was a whisper, but the emotion was
clear.
Shirley looked at her,
and then at the Chinese man, before she said “The Honoured Father has a message
for you – safe journeys.”
“How did...”
Susan said nothing as
she got out of the car, Shirley and Kylie looking at each other. Slowly
Madame said, “close your eyes,” as she pressed her gun to the centre of the
woman’s forehead.
There was a whimper,
and then the Chinese man watched as the single shot ran out, the back window of
the SUV decorated in grey and red, the blonde hairs mixed in with the
scatter. He barely felt the thin wire as
it was pulled taut against his throat, Kylie saying nothing as it went through
his neck, slicing through his muscle and blood vessels.
“Helen has taught you
well,” Shirley said in her normal, deep voice.
“As I told you darling,
I have been learning many things,” Kylie said quietly.
“Is it done?”
The four looked at the
SUV, before the two women got out.
“It’s done,” Kylie
said, “let’s get out of here.”
They got into the car,
Clint starting the engine and driving off as he looked at Susan.
“So?”
“Clint, did you...”
“I did what had to be
done to protect you,” he said as Susan nodded, and then looked at Shirley as
she sat with her eyes closed.
“Thank you,” she said
as she heard Katy and Anna gasping as they sought to relieve themselves. As the two older women looked over, they saw
Doc, Kylie and Katy start to kiss each other, slipping their hands under each
other’s skirts and stroking over their mounds as they sought relief.
“Oh god,” Katy moaned
quietly, “this is almost as good as...”
“As good as what,” Doc
said as she kissed the teenager, their tongues entwining as Kylie stroked over
Katy’s clit with her gloved finger.
“As I had always
imagined it,” Katy moaned, checking herself in time as Shirley looked at Susan. She then closed her eyes and moaned as Doc
slipped onto the floor, her head slipping under her skirt before she felt her
lips and tongue, her panties slipping down as Kylie knelt on the floor, kissing
Doc’s back as her hands cupped and squeezed her breasts.
“Madame? Is there something...”
Shirley looked into Susan’s
eyes, and then took her completely by surprise as she kissed her associate,
their lips moving together as Susan wondered what was happening – before she
started to ease her tongue into Shirley’s mouth, their tongues playing with
each other as they removed each other’s jackets.
She felt the soft touch
of Madame’s lips on her neck moaning as the girls kissed and played with each
other, before Shirley said “Susan, I need to seek relief, and I am sure you do
as well.”
She slowly nodded as
she kissed her boss’ neck in return, and then moved down, unhooking Shirley’s
bra and kissing her breasts as Shirley kissed her neck and shoulders as
well. They both had this burning to put
out, this flame that needed to be extinguished, as they unfastened their seat
belts and started to massage each other.
Shirley gasped as Susan
unfastened her skirt and pulled it down, and then moved down her body, kissing
her boss before she did the same, and Susan lay on the floor, panting as
Shirley pushed her legs apart and started to use her fingers under her soaking
wet panties.
“Oh yes,” Kylie said as
Doc worked her passage, “do it darling...”
“And Susan was worried
about me and Madame.” Clint said as he turned the radio on, the sounds passed
out as it appeared as if a choral version of Je T’Aime was been performed for
his benefit...
He heard Susan scream
as an orgasm washed over her, and then Shirley looked up, moving towards the
youngest girl.
"Madame!"
Katy gasped as Shirley's gloved hands unbuttoned the young girls suit jacket.
"Oh just kiss
me," Shirley abandoned herself to the moment, her deep red lips meeting
Katy's in a long, lingering, lip-lock.
"Aunt
Shirley?"
"Katy I think with
what we are doing, or I'm hoping we are going to do, you can at least for now
just call me Shirley." Madame again pulled the young girl in for a long
kiss, her tongue slipping into Katy's mouth as her hands explored the feel of
Katy's breasts through her silk blouse, and to Madame's surprise, the sudden
feel of Susan's hand underneath her own skirt caressing her inner stocking
thighs.
“Oh yes,” Shirley
moaned as she squeezed Katy’s chest, the young girl moaning as well as Susan
moved her hand up between Shirley’s legs and sipped a gloved finger under her
hose and panties, Shirley gasping and compressing Katy’s chest as she did so.
"You know I once
told you after we danced that I preferred guys Kitten?" Kylie whispered as
they cuddled and kissed.
"I do."
"I might have been
wrong Darling." Kylie put Anna's hand back between her legs.
"Well I'm sure now
I swing both ways Kittycat." Anna caressed her friend’s private place
gently, slowly reawakening the urge within the young Brit.
"I KNOW THAT I
DO!" Kylie gasped as Anna again inserted a long gloved finger inside her.
"How long has it
been since...?"
"Long before you
were born Katy." Madame interrupted as she freed Katy's breasts from her
bra.
"And you Susan
darling?" Kylie asked as she moaned with pleasure while Doc's gloved
fingers started to slip in and out of her cunt.
"Not since I was a
teenager," Susan threw her head back as another orgasm swept over her
body, "and back then it was never this...INTENSE!" she screamed
"Crime and sex go
together so naturally." Doc started to feverishly pump into Kylie.
"I'll say they
do." Katy panted as Shirley explored her body. "This is
incredible."
"Well stealing over
2 million dollars, terrorizing all those people..."
"Not to forget the
killing Susan." Madame's breathing started getting laboured as another
orgasm approached.
“Not to spoil your fun
ladies,” Clint said, “but I think we have about fifteen minutes before...”
“OH SWEET GODDESSSS!”
The screams of pleasure
from the back made Clint smile, as he said “ten minutes to the offices. I’ll park in the underground car park, but
you may wish to...”
“Thank... thank you Clint,” Shirley gasped as she
looked round.
1.30 pm
Xavier International
“Thanks Pamela,” Clint
said as he accepted the coffee and then looked up as the door to the outer
office opened.
"Well my darling
that was some sight." Clint grinned as his wife came out in her normal
office attire.
"Just keep it to
yourself dearest," Susan smiled, "I think a collective hysteria swept
over all of us."
"Oh is that how
you are going to explain it...And there I was thinking you were just five hot
bitches getting off on armed robbery and murder."
"Stop being a
tease," Susan kissed her husband, "There is still plenty of tension
within me that you can try and release tonight."
"Oh it's not me
I'm worried about," Clint kissed his wife back, "but I think Madame
could practically rape poor John when he gets home."
“I certainly think he
will enjoy tonight,” Shirley said as she came out, “but thank you for your
discretion Clint.”
“Hmm,” Doc said as she
checked her phone, coming back in with Katy.
“Poppy Ashley wants me to call round to her place later. Do you mind Katy?”
“No – she’s invited me
as well,” Katy said as Kylie came in, putting on her jacket.
“I need to go to see
Mary – thank you for today darlings,” she said as she adjusted her glasses.
“I will see you later
in the week Kylie,” Shirley said as she watched the teenagers walk out. “Now – to business.”
2 pm
Complete Style
“I still cannot believe
you managed to do that,” Olivia said as she looked carefully at the photographs
from yesterday.
“You know Mary, Bandit
– she sees challenges, not obstacles.”
“True,” Olivia said as
Alexis knocked at the door.
“Juliette? Adam Cabot is here.”
“Show him in,” Juliette
said as she stood up.
“Juliette, always a
pleasure,” the tall Bostonian said as he came in. “And this is?”
“Adam can I introduce
Olivia Treharran, Olivia this is Adam Cabot.”
“The legendary Olivia
Savage.” Adam said as he kissed both women on the cheek. “I am honoured.”
“I’d hardly describe
myself as legendary…” Olivia said as she blushed.
“Oh I would.” Adam
interrupted. “I grew up looking at photos taken of you by people like John and
Jack, my dream was always to photograph you myself.”
“Well that is most
flattering Mr. Cabot.”
“Please call me Adam.”
“Alright Adam it is.”
“Well I want you to
achieve your ambition Adam.” Juliette said as she sat down behind her desk.
“Oh?”
“I’m doing a feature on
Olivia and her daughter Fiona for the magazine,” Juliette said as she put her
hands together under her chin, “and I was wondering if you’d like to do the
photospread to accompany it.”
“I’d leap at the
chance.”
“Adam,” Olivia said, “though
I’m assured it can be overcome, you know that both my daughter and I are
legally blind?”
“I was aware of that,
but I have a few ideas of my own how to overcome the problems.”
“Are you free Saturday
Adam?”
“I can make myself so
Juliette.”
“What about dropping in
so we can go over clothes and concepts on Friday evening?”
“If your step-daughter
doesn’t mind coming here rather than me taking her out?”
“I’ll smooth things
over with Ingrid…Promise.” Juliette looked up. “Now wearing my Norstar hat, can
I also beg another favour? Are you free Sunday to do some book photos for some
of our new models?”
“Who?”
“Princess Charlotte of
Ruritania, one of Abby’s French cousins, two girls from San Francisco.”
“Difficult.” Adam
paused, “but yes in return for letting me photograph this lovely lady I’ll do
it.”
“Excellent – and Adam?”
“Yes?”
“Go gentle with one of
the San Fran girls – she is a complete newcomer.”
“I understand Juliette
– kid gloves, promise.”
3 pm
FBI NY Field Office
Tom Callaghan let out a
long, deep yawn and stretched his arms up as he walked to the rest area.
“Oh hey Jan,” he said
as Janice joined him.
“How have things been
with a baby in the apartment Tom?” Janice asked as they stood at the water
cooler.
“Not great,” Tom said
as he yawned again. “The walls are thin,
our little beloved cries, half the block gets woken up as well as us.”
“That’s rough,” Jan
said with a smile, “I sympathise.”
“How did you cope Jan?”
“Katy barely cried and
we lived in a detached house.”
“To have half your
luck.” Tom yawned.
“Without you getting
too bored Callaghan, we gotta major bank robbery in White Plains, 5 women
perps, mucho gore…” Agent Sid Estrada of the bank robbery task force said as he
came out of a door.
“The Pussycats?” Tom
asked, suddenly wide-awake.
“No, but I think they
have taken lessons from them in ruthlessness.
Three dead and one serious injury, and two hostages taken with them”
“Can we help?” Janice
asked a trifle nervously. “Any clues?”
“Nah, wigs, scarves
covering the faces, dark glasses, we think they might be the same crew did that
job in Jersey a while back.”
“Well how can I help?”
Tom asked.
“Can we borrow some of
your foot soldiers to help work this, seeing that you guys aint exactly busy
with your Pussycats?”
“Send me a memo
Estrada, I’ll think about it.”
“I’d ask for Carter,
but I know she’s busy consulting on a movie.” Estrada laughed as he headed back
into his office.
“Smart Alec bastard.”
Tom whispered under his breath.
“Ignore him,” Jan said,
“and don’t let the office politics get to you either.”
“How is that going
anyway?”
“I’m meeting Cassandra
tonight to go over the final script for some scenes.”
“Okay then – good luck
with that.”
“Tom, it does get
easier, honestly.”
Tom just smiled and
nodded as they headed back to their desks...
4 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“These pictures are
beautiful Abby.” Fiona whispered as she peered intently though her glasses at
Diana Oswald’s book Debutantes.
“I know, I had to buy
myself a copy as soon as I saw the cover picture of the blonde doing that
amazing curtsey.”
“Can you get down that
low?”
“Not quite, but pretty
close.” Abigail went down into her formal curtsey. “What about you Fi?”
“You tell me,” Fiona
dipped down and held the position.
“That isn’t bad,” a
voice said from the doorway.
“Hello Sigi.” Abigail said
as she embraced Carina’s aunt.
“Now, let me show you
both how it’s really done.”
“Oh dear lord!” Fiona’s
mouth hung open as Sigi went down into her curtsey. “There is no way I can
compete with that.”
“You don’t have to,”
Abby laughed, “Despite how she looks, Sigi is not one of this year’s debs.”
“Oh dear Lord no,” Sigi
grinned, “I did all this years ago.”
“Fiona may I present
the Baroness von Manschen, Sigi may I present Lady Fiona Treharran.”
“It’s a pleasure
Baroness, but what do you mean years ago?”
“Darling I’m in my mid
thirties and I have three children.” Sigi laughed.
“NO WAY!”
“Oh yes way.” Sigi
smiled as Fiona practically fainted, sitting hard on the bed.
“Sigi drank up the
entire fountain of youth.” Abigail laughed again.
“Not true, but I
sometimes I think my nurse must have given me sips from it as a baby.” Sigi sat
on the bed. “You would not believe the crap the stewardesses on my flight gave
me about my asking for drinks.”
“Looking at you
Baroness I can understand.” Fiona still looked stunned.
“Darling PLEASE just
call me Sigi…Oh and before I forget dears, Diana told me to tell you that you
only have an hour till guests start arriving for your tea party.”
“Oh crap is it that
late?” Abby glanced at her watch in panic.
“Panic not – I’ll leave
you both to get ready, and Edith has things in hand downstairs.” Sigi stood up and walked out, turning and
saying “See you later...”
4 pm
4th Avenue
“Hey Poppy,” Doc said
as the apartment door opened, “why did you ask me and Katy round?”
“I’ll tell you in a
minute,” Poppy said as she closed the door, “Come and join the others.”
“Nice apartment,” Katy
said as she looked round, and they saw Erica sitting with Pepsi and Ama.
“Want a drink?”
“Please – something
cold,” Katy said as she sat down. “Any
idea what’s going on?”
“Nope,” Pepsi said as
she looked up, “how was the zoo?”
“More interesting than I
expected,” Katy said as she looked at Anna, as Poppy brought them a drink.
“Look I’ve asked you
all here to share a secret, and to ask for your help.” Poppy spoke quietly to
the group of her friends.
“Sounds serious.” Doc
replied.
“It is…Look there is a
man here in New York called Martin Peverell. He used to be married to my Gran’s
sister, Aunt Maggie. He is also…” Poppy took a deep breath…”my father.”
“Crap!” Pepsi shook her
head. “How did that happen?”
“He basically date-raped
my Mom, and I was the result, but he is also an embezzler and con artist who
was just released from prison.”
“How did he get into
the US?”
“No one seems to know
Bones.”
“Who else knows about
all this?” Doc asked quietly.
“Mrs. Brand, Caroline
Jameson, I’m not sure who else other then my family.”
“Well Mom is very good
at dealing with people.” Ama spoke.
“My family though wants
this all done quiet and legally.”
“Well if they are
acting, why talk to us?” Doc asked.
“Because I don’t think
they will get anywhere and they’ll end up paying him blackmail money.” Poppy
wiped away a tear. “Anyway this is him,” she pulled up a photo on her mobile.
“I’ve seen him…” Katy
spoke for the first time.
“You have?” Erica
asked.
“Yeah on my big date
with George.”
“How do you know it was
him?” asked Pepsi.
“Because I remember all
men who undress me with their eyes.”
“He did that?” Poppy
shook her head. “I’m just so ashamed I have his genes in me.”
“Let me see,” Erica
said. “I’m sure he was on the El the
other day, Poppy.”
“I know,” Poppy said as
she rubbed her head, “I think he’s following me around.”
“So call the police,”
Katy said.
“We can’t – apparently
right now, he’s not breaking any laws, unless you count hacking.”
“Hacking?”
“He tried to get into
the records at St Angela’s,” Doc said, “but he couldn’t get past the firewalls
I installed.”
“There’s more, though,”
Poppy said. “Your mom was round earlier
Ama and I heard them talking. Someone
planted some bugs in the apartment.”
“So what do you want us
to do,” Pepsi asked.
“Keep an eye out for
all of us – if you see him near the school, tell Mrs Brand. If you see him near here, call Mom or Miss
Jameson.”
“We’re going to do
better than that,” Pepsi said, “we’ll keep an eye on you to and from school
every day.”
“Letty can pick you up
as well as me,” Erica said.
“Thanks girls,” Poppy
said.
“We’re still going
skiing weekend after next, aren’t we,” Katy asked.
“As far as I know – and
we can all watch you then.”
Ama looked at her
watch, and said “Poppy, do not worry.
Nobody is going to harm you.”
“Agreed,” Pepsi said as
she stood up. “But for now, we need to
get back. Katy, want to come with us?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow
Doc,” Katy said as she went with the other two.
“I need to get going as
well Poppy,” Erica said, “we’ll see you in the morning.”
“Thanks Erica.”
“For what?”
“Being a friend,” Poppy
said as she hugged the young girl.
“What else could I be,”
Erica said as she was shown out, Anna finishing her drink as she did so.
“I’d better get going
as well,” Doc said as she stood up.
“Doc, can you do me a
special favour?”
“If I can – what?”
“Can you tell me where
I can buy a gun like yours?”
Doc looked at the young
freshman, before saying “and why would I do that?”
“Because I think you
know,” Poppy said as she took off and wiped her glasses, “that if I get the
opportunity I might kill Martin Peverell.”
“POPPY!”
“Don’t get all moral
with me Anna,” Poppy said as she replaced her glasses. “I bet you that gun isn’t legal, and why do
you carry one anyway?”
“Because there are a
lot of creeps out there, and I sometimes travel home late from babysitting.”
“Is it legal?” Poppy
looked hard at the older girl. “Absolute truth please?”
“No it isn’t, I got it
from a pawn shop, and I sort of wore a disguise and used my charms to get the
guy to sell it to me.” Doc looked carefully into Poppy’s eyes, “but I carry it
for self-defence, I have no intention of ever killing anyone.”
“Well I’m defending
myself and my family…”
“No you aren’t,” Anna
said. “You are talking about
pre-meditated murder Poppy, and of your own father!”
“He’s only my father in
the biological sense.”
“Well they’d still try
you as an adult if you got caught, and life in prison in New York means life.”
“I know.” Poppy’s voice
trembled.
“And what would your
Mom think?”
“Again I know.”
“Well get rid of the
stupid idea of getting yourself a gun. Let me and others do some
thinking…Okay?”
“No promises,” Poppy
said, “but I’ll not do anything…for now.”
“Good. Look, Poppy, I know this is scaring the hell
out of you, but please, let me and the others take care of it, all right?”
“Okay,” Poppy said
quietly as she showed Doc out. As she
stepped onto the pavement, she took her cell phone out and dialled a number.
“Heather? I’m on 4th. Can I come and see you for a few
minutes? It’s important...”
5.10 pm
The de Ros Mansion
"Mummy you are
running even later then I am," Fiona said as she looked in on Olivia.
"I know I am,” Olivia
said, “my meeting with Juliette took longer then I expected."
"Any particular
reason?"
"She introduced me
to Adam Cabot, the photographer who will be shooting us on Saturday,"
"What is he
like?"
"Well contrary to
rumours I had heard, he's actually rather nice." Olivia started to strip
off as she said, "while I take a quick shower can you lay my things out
please Fi?"
"I can try."
"By the way you
look amazing in that dress darling, I knew you would."
"Vintage Chanel,
she should look good." Diana poked her head round the door.
"I'm just
showering Diana. The meeting with Ju overran."
"Well you have
about 20 minutes to be downstairs darlings."
"We'll make
it," Olivia's voice mingled with the sound of running water.
5.10 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“Okay,” Heather said as
she handed Doc a mug of coffee, “what’s happened?”
“Some of us have just
been round to Poppy’s house,” Doc said as she took a drink, “apparently
Peverell is making more of a nuisance of himself.”
“In what way?”
“She told us Dom had
been round today, and found some bugs in the flat.”
“WHAT!”
“That’s not all –
Peverell is her biological father. Turns
out he’s a real slimeball.”
“Okay – that makes a
few things clearer,” Heather said. “I
did some digging – he’s here in a ESTA waiver, which means he out and out lied
– gave his name, but a false address.”
“She thinks he may try
and blackmail her mother or grandmother, to keep it a secret she is his
daughter.”
“Might not work with
Pippa, would work with Amelia Ashley.
You say Dom is called in?”
“Yeah, but...”
“Anna, what are you not
telling me?”
“She asked me where she
could get a gun, and said she would kill him rather than let him do that.”
Heather sat back, and
said “Okay – well, you can understand that.”
“I can – but she’s not
a killer Heather. This would destroy
her.”
“Who else was there?”
“Pepsi, Ama, Erica and
Katy.”
Heather nodded as she
picked up her cell phone. “Dom? Heather – Anna and I are coming to see you
and Ama.”
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