O Canada! Part 2
Friday 13th November
1.30 am
“Aw damn,” Miss Bobcat said
as she looked at the camera, “we got a problem.”
“What,” Miss Snow
Leopard said as she looked at her colleague.
“Watch them,” she said
as she ran out of the room, and into where the others were held captive.
"Dahlins we have
problems, a squad car just pulled up outside." Miss Bobcat came running.
"Why are the cops
here," Miss Lynx ripped the gag off.
"They sometimes
just drop in for a coffee."
“Dammit – right, you,”
she said as she ungagged one of the two women and made her stand up, “let them
in, and no sign of what is going on.”
Nodding, the guard went
with Miss Bobcat and Miss Lynx to the front entrance, both women hiding as the
security guard went out.
“Hey boys,” she said as
she smiled, “off the clock for a while?”
“Yeah – they’re not expecting
us to check in until 2.30. Got the
coffee on?”
“Just started it,” she
said as she opened the door, “come on through.”
“You all right Mary,”
one of them said as she closed the door behind them, “you seem nervous.”
“That’s probably
because of us,” Miss Lynx said as she stepped forward, pumping her gun as she
did so. “so be good little dickheads and
turn those radios off, or Mary here survives for precisely zilch seconds.”
“What the fuck,” one of
the police officers said as he reached for his gun, only to collapse as Miss
Bobcat emptied both barrels into his chest.
“Your choice sugah,”
Miss Bobcat said as Miss Panther appeared behind them. The officer reached for his gun, only to fall
to the ground as Miss Lynx blew his head off.
“What happened,” Miss
Civet said as she appeared with Miss Cheetah.
“Visitors,” Miss Lynx
said as she looked at Mary.
“All right – Miss
Bobcat, get her back to the room, and secure her. Send Miss Jaguarundi down as well.
"Miss Cheetah, do
you know a way to calm suspicions regarding a squad car and cops disappearing
off the grid?"
"I might know one or two, how long do I need buy us Miss Panther?"
"About 2 hours
from now."
"Okay leave it to
me and the computer."
"Okay, I'll see to
the cops’ bodies and Miss Civet will hide the car."
2.15 am
"These damn coats
are heavy."
"The best furs
always are." Miss Puma replied.
"If everyone takes
5 or 6 at a time we will soon move them Miss Ocelot." Miss Lynx remarked.
"Come on jump to
it." Miss Puma ordered. "We need to clean this place out
totally."
"I thought crime
was about making money the easy way." Miss Jaguarundi complained as she
deposited another armful of fur coats in the truck. "This is real hard
labour."
"Yes but just
think of the pleasure you'll get spending what we make," Miss Lynx smiled
under her mask, "when these lovely things are sold."
"True."
"Come on ladies we
have a schedule to keep." Miss Panther reminded them as she too deposited
some more furs. "There's plenty of time to chat later."
"Slavedriver."
Miss Lynx laughed.
"You know we
hadn't taken into account the coats that are routinely stored here you
know?" Miss Cheetah remarked.
"I know, there are
a few hundred of them, that's going to just up the take a bit." Miss
Panther smiled under the stocking.
“Right – let’s deal
with them as well,” Miss Cheetah said as she and Miss Civet opened another
room.
"How is she
doing?" Miss Ocelot asked Miss Panther.
"She made one of
the hostages piss himself from fear, she's been carrying her share of fur, so
I'd say pretty damn well."
"Are you talking
about her?" Miss Sidhe pointed.
"We were."
"Well Miss
Panther," the Irish accented voice answered, "I'd say personally
she's doing far better then I expected."
“How much longer?”
“Twenty minutes tops.”
“Good – make sure
everyone else is properly secured.”
2.45 am
“All done?”
“All done,” Miss Jaguar
said as she closed the last truck.
“Right – get going,”
Miss Panther said as the three drivers were joined by Miss Civet, Miss Wildcat
and Miss Bobcat. She watched as the
trucks drove off, and then went to where the other pussycats were waiting.
“Security room?”
“We used chloroform on
all of them,” Miss Snow Leopard said with a smile.
“Cops?”
“We have another hour
or so before my trick runs out.”
“Right,” she said as
she looked at Claude, his family and the surviving guards, “Don’t make a
fucking move. We know where you are, we
know where you live, and Miss Lynx likes to play surprise visit.”
The bound and gagged
hostages could only whimper as the pussycats walked out, splitting between the
two cars as they drove into the night...
"Well Katy my
love?" Jan asked as her daughter pulled off both the mask and her wig.
"OH MY FUCKING
GODDESS!" the young girl ran her hands up the insides of her own thighs
and started to rub herself... "Is it always that intense?"
"I think you are
hooked on crime darling." Jan smiled.
"The power of it
all...the way that guy pissed himself...I could have so easily just blown his
head off."
“Indeed,” Cari said
with a smile.
“Are you...”
“She’s back,” Juliette
said, “so relax – we’ll be back soon.”
3.30 am
North of Mississauga
“Wow,” Dominique said
as they drove onto the airstrip, “so we kept a couple of the planes, did we?”
“Very much so,” Susan
said as they approached the transporter, men waving them through with lighted
batons as they entered the body of the plane, stopping as the crew clamped the wheels
in the place and Heather followed them in.
“All yours gentlemen,”
Susan said as he and Dom climbed out, Heather and Penny joining them as they
walked onto the tarmac, and watched as Sandy drove the last truck in with Jo.
“Dominique, Susan,
Penny – I trust you had a successful night?”
“Very much so Natalya –
I trust you have everything in place at the other end?”
“Indeed – we leave
immediately. Madame will contact you
later.”
“Good flight,” Susan
said as she climbed up, the ramp closing behind her.
“Amazing – you forget
the resources she has,” Sandy said as she watched the plane taxi to the runway.
“Right – I have the
last SUV back here. Let’s get back to
the safe house and change,”
3.30 am
The Safe House
“Oh my fucking god,”
Katy said as she collapsed in a chair, “that was A-FUCKING-MAZING!!”
“Welcome to our world,”
Abby said as she followed her in with Diana.
“All right, O daughter
of mine, we’re not done yet,” Jan said, “changed, and everything into black
bags.”
“Why?”
“We leave no trace,”
Juliette said, “so everyone change and clothes into the bag. Jan, Katy, Annie’s going to drop you off and
bring the car back, so you have ten minutes tops.”
“I’ll make sure things
are cleared away,” Diana said as she removed her brooch, and then slipped her
jacket off.
“Let’s go,” Jan said as
she took Katy upstairs, Abby starting to make some coffee.
"We need be back
at the hotel and quick," Jan looked at her watch now she had dressed.
"Katy remember to act tired when you get that wakeup call, we will try and
get a couple of hours sleep on the plane."
"Okay Mom."
Katy wiggled into the main room.
"Okay,” Jan said
as she looked out of the door, “we will see everybody back home."
"Seeya guys,"
Katy blew a kiss as she walked out the door.
"That kid is going
to be good you know."
“Yeah – reminds me a
bit of Kylie and Jo,” Juliette said as she looked at Annie.
“Was that Jan and Katy
heading off,” Jo said as she came in.
“Yup – the goods?”
“On their way to
Russia,” Dominique said as she came in. “Neat
and clean.”
“Yeah,” Juliette said
as she sipped her coffee, “and now I get to act the shocked model.”
“We’ll get changed,”
Susan said, “and then clear up here. We
still have a full day ahead of us.”
“We’ll head back to the
motel when you’re ready,” Cari said to Jo, “and I will see you tomorrow night,
Monster Momma.”
“Can’t wait,” Annie
said with a grin as she kissed Cari.
“Hey – impressionable
youngster here?”
“Where,” Abby said as
Doc threw a cushion at her.
5 am
The Safe House
"So what is Madame
taking from all this?" Susan asked as she sat at the table.
"A flat rate 15
million dollars as a handling fee." Juliette relaxed with a coffee.
"Shirley's not
doing so badly out of this either then." Diana whistled.
"Well we should
all clear in excess of ten million each."
"Anything yet
Dominique?" Abby asked.
"Not yet, other
then a search for the missing cops."
"We must have left
them well secured that they haven't wriggled free yet." Juliette smiled.
"When should the next shift arrive?"
“About 6 in the morning
– we should hear something after that...”
6.15 am
Toronto Pearson International Airport
As Katy waited for the
boarding call, she glanced up at the television screen and saw the headline
flash of a break-in at a secure warehouse.
No further details were given, but she merely yawned as the flight was
called.
Jan followed her on, as
did Penny, both of them smiling inwardly as they did so.
9 am
West Central Park
“Hey Mom,” Jan said as
she came in, “any coffee in the pot?”
“There most certainly
is,” Katherine said as she looked in from the kitchen, “Katy get to school all
right?”
“I dropped her off –
she was a great help yesterday.”
“So are you going to
get anything done?”
“I said I’d think about
it – and I need to be at the office for ten.
Can you pour me a cup while I grab a quick shower?”
“So is Adam back yet,”
Katherine called out as Jan stripped off and went into the shower.
“He’s due back today –
I can’t wait to see him again,” Jan said as she soaped and rinsed, before
putting on a skirt and jacket with a camisole top.
“Girl’s night in
tonight,” she said as she grabbed the mug and took a drink. “You pick the food, Katy picks the movie.”
“Oh joy, an evening
with Tatum Channing – so long as it’s not Magic Mike...”
“I’ll make sure she
picks a granny suitable film,” Jan said as she smiled. “See you later.”
9.30 am
Toronto Expo Centre
“Jack – what do you
think’s going on,” Juliette said as her car was held up outside the Exposition
centre.
“No idea, Miss
Huntingdown,” the young man said as the security guard came over.
“Passes please.”
As he looked at them,
he said “Miss Huntingdown – Miss Percy is wailing for you inside, room D. We have a small problem.”
“What sort of problem?”
“I couldn’t say, Miss
Huntingdown,” the guard said as he waved them through. As Jack pulled up, he opened the door to let
Juliette out, and then followed her in.
“Room D?”
“Second floor – that
way,” the guard said, the two of them noticing the police as they went up the
escalator. Approaching the room, they
could hear Bronwen call out “you have got to be kidding me – everything?”
“Bronwen, what’s going
on,” Juliette said as she walked in. Her
old friend was sitting with a number of other furriers, their faces drawn and
white.
“Ju,” Bronwen said as
she looked up, “we have a very serious and major problem.”
“Why, what’s happened?”
“The storage facility
our furs were stored in has been robbed – cleaned out, all of us.”
Sitting down quickly,
Juliette stared at her friend as she said “cleaned out? What happened?”
“It appears an armed gang
of ladies took the family of the two senior staff members hostage, took over
the facility, and took all the furs stored there.”
“All of them?”
“All of them – we have
an expo with nothing to show.”
Juliette looked at
Jack, who said “Miss Percy should I...”
“Yes – find Miss
Huntingdown and the other models some coffee, tell them I will come and talk to
them in a short while.”
11.30 am
"So tell me what
happened Bronwen?" Juliette and her
old friend had found a quiet corner to talk in the area that had been set aside
for dressing.
"Oh,” the redhead
said as she leaned back and threw her hands up, “the Pussycat Gang targeted the
warehouse storing all the furs that were to be shown."
"Oh dear
Goddess!" Juliette put her hand to her mouth. "What did they get away
with?"
"Literally everything. The OPP said they must have been planning it and
watching out for months."
"So MY coat?"
"Gone with the
rest Ju...Sorry."
"Well there was
nothing you could do Bronwen."
"I could have been
more insistent in my view that you didn't put all your eggs in one basket so to
speak. Collecting all that gorgeous fur together was pure temptation."
"So do the police
have any clues?"
"They told me that
the furs were likely on their way out of the country before they were even
aware that there had even been a robbery."
"To the
States?"
"No," Bronwen
shook her head, "my money would be on Russia. As I've found out dealing
with them, my Russian colleagues in the fur business have little or no
ethics."
"Meaning?"
"Someone will buy
them and either work on the coats to change them, or sell them on as is."
"Surely Russians
are too poor?"
"Don't believe it
Ju, there is plenty of money still in the higher echelons of Russia."
"Well I live and
learn."
"Anyway I'll pay
your modelling fees like all the other girls."
"Will your
insurance cover that?"
"Pretty much...”
Bronwen made a weak smile before she stood up and said, “Well, before you fly
home I guess..."
"Seems little
point staying Bronwen."
"Then how about I
treat you to lunch, and I can have a couple of stiff drinks."
"Be honest it
sounds like you need them."
"Yes that's a
years planning down the drain. It might even have been better if the Animal
Rights groups had attacked. We would then at least have salvaged most of
it."
1 pm
The Village
“Ama? Are you around?”
“Hi Mom,” Ama said as
she came in from her room, “how was your trip?”
“Very profitable,”
Caroline said with a smile, “but I am extremely tired – I dropped Doc off at
her place. How is the assignment coming
along?”
“I am making progress –
so I should be ready for Monday. So is
everyone making their own way home?"
"Well,” Caroline
said as she took her wig off, and accepted the mug of coffee Ama had poured, “Carina
will be dropping Jo off in Springfield for her big invitational race tomorrow,
and she's staying to watch that with Annie before driving home tomorrow
evening. Cassie is staying the weekend in Toronto negotiating with that
production company about putting money into the Ladydown movie."
"Okay Mom, that
all makes sense." Ama smiled.
"Penny and Jan
flew back with Katy this morning, and Susan is flying back this afternoon. Heather and Sandy are driving across
Massachusetts today and will also be watching Jo's big race. Diana and Abby
have flown on to Vancouver this morning so she can film her bit for Sting's
next video, then she's flying back tonight on the redeye."
"Wow they are
being busy...What about Juliette?"
"If I know her
she's acting wonderfully surprised at what happened."
"Talking of
happenings,” Ama said as she sat down, “did you see the reports on the
California Train Robbery."
"I did, somebody
made a very profitable raid out there as well."
“Indeed – a
coincidence, correct?”
“For once, yes – but it
was fairly spectacular as well.”
“So what are your plans
for the rest of the day?”
“Depends – where are
Denice and Erica today?”
“I believe they were
spending the day at the MOMA – an art assignment.”
“Good – I’m going to
finish this coffee, and then go out to see a friend who works in Columbia
U. Are you seeing Alex tonight?”
“No – so a mom and
daughter night in?”
“Sounds good to me,”
Dom said as she hugged Ama.
2 pm
Xavier International
“Excellent,” Shirley
said on the screen,” I expect to hear from Natalya shortly, and in conjunction
with events yesterday in California, a most satisfactory day. Have you heard from Juliette?”
“She is consoling
Bronwen at the loss. The police reports
are still sketchy, although we have heard they found two cops in one of the
cold storage units.”
“Strange – for once,
Jan did not need to be back early to expect the call.”
“No – although she did
have to return early for other reasons.”
“Oh?”
“Ask Ju when you talk
to her later...”
2 pm
FBI Field Office
“Guess who?”
“Alec Baldwin,” Jan
said with a smile as she moved the hands covering her eyes and turned
round. “You’re late?”
“I know – and I’m
sorry. How did it go yesterday?”
“I’m thinking things
over. What about you?”
“Tell you later,” Adam
said as Jeanne walked in.
“Well well – Agent
Ball, returned from his travels.”
“I am indeed – on which
note congratulations Jeanne. What did
your father say?”
“Once he got over the initial
shock, he was overjoyed. I wonder if he
will feel the same way when...”
“You three – in my
office now.”
The trio looked at Tom,
who sighed as they came in, closing the door behind them.
“Rupert, I’ve got them
in here,” Tom said as he sat down.
“Good afternoon
everyone,” Rupert Brooks said, “Sorry to spoil your Friday afternoons, but I
have some intel for you.”
“Oh – what happened,”
Jeanne said as she looked at the other two.
“This morning, a raid
on a fur storage unit in the outskirts of Toronto was discovered, Seems a gang
took hostage the families of the night manager and head of security of the
depot, forced their way in and emptied the unit of all the furs within.”
”How much money is
there in furs, Brooks?”
“Put it this way Ball –
the haul eclipses the raid at the Providence bank and Logan Depository last
year.”
“Mon Dieu,” Jeanne
swore, “and who has taken the record from the she devils?”
“If the reports are to
be believed,” Agent Brooks said, “the she devils themselves.”
“That’s why I called
you in,” Tom said, “the Pussycat Gang just hit over the border. Outside your jurisdiction, but CISC will want
to touch base with you?”
“CISC?”
“Criminal Intelligence
Service Canada,” Tom said. “Rupert,
we’ll be glad to tell them what we know.”
“Good – I’ll be in
touch,” Brooks said as he signed off.
4 pm
The Village
“Hey,” Grace said as
she opened the door to Juliette, “aren’t you meant to be in Toronto?”
“Difficult to do a fur
show without the furs,” Juliette said as she came in.
“Come again?”
“The Pussycat Gang
apparently broke into the storage facility overnight, and took every single
piece of fur that was stored there – everything for the exhibition and more
above that,”
“Good grief – so no
show?”
"I flew home this
afternoon, there seemed to be no point staying in Toronto if there was going to
be no fur expo."
"I can understand
that Juliette." Grace shook her head.
“But it does mean I can
come and ask how the calendar is looking?”
“Luke’s delivering the
proofs tomorrow – I’m looking forward to it.”
10 pm
West Central Park
"Young lady we
need to have a long serious talk." Jan said as she closed the door and sat
on her daughter’s bed. She looked at
Katy, sitting there in her pyjamas, no make up, and could hardly believe this
was the same girl who had been with her yesterday.
"Is Gran
asleep?"
"Yes so we can
talk freely."
"Okay Mom,” Katy
said quietly, “fire away."
"First how do you feel having had time to think about the raid?"
“Well, not as hot as I
felt this morning,” Katy admitted, “but I meant what I said – that rush, that
feeling of power, of being in total control...
I understand now, a bit, why you and the others do it.”
“Well, that’s part of
it,” Jan said, “but you saw how ruthless we can be last night.”
“Yeah – the dead
body. I understand why though – I felt
so much like doing it when that man soiled himself...”
“We have killed for
that before, but I’m glad you didn’t. Ju
and some of the others really did admire how you coped and helped however, and
I was very proud of the way you dealt with the young girl last night.”
“Diana said something –
when they kill, it’s always for a reason.
It’s like that girl I killed – I did it to protect Doc, and you said she
had killed as well. An eye for an eye?”
“That’s not why we do
it,” Jan said, “but to protect each other we do.”
“It was who else is
involved that amazed me as well – have I met them all?”
“No – you can meet some
of the others over the next few weeks.”
Brushing Katy’s hair from her face, Jan said "Darling you realize I
am going to have to do your training don't you?"
"I'm looking
forward to it Mom." Katy smiled and yawned at the same time.
"And Diana will
want you to undergo a couple of days training at her farm."
"Okay, and what
will that entail?"
"I can't warn you
Katy love, you have to go into it unprepared."
"Why does that
sound like I won't like it?"
"Nobody likes it."
Jan looked into her daughters eyes, "but it makes you better at this
career...I promise."
“Okay,” Katy said as
she lay down, “is it all right if I sleep now mom?”
“Of course – are you
going swimming tomorrow?”
Katy slowly nodded as
she closed her eyes, Jan watching as she went to sleep...
Saturday 14th November
11.30 am
Vanderbilt YMCA
“Hi Katy,” Barbara said
as Katy came into the cafe area, “is Jeannie getting changed?”
“She’ll be along in a
little while,” Katy said as she grabbed a drink and sat down, “she said she had
a shoot this afternoon.”
“Yup – but she also
needed to vent a little, so the exercise will have done her some good.”
"Aunt Barbara,”
Katy said as she opened her drink, “can I ask you something?"
"Of course
Katy...What?"
"Jeannie once told
me you were only 13 when you...well you know what."
"I was,” Barbara
said as she raised an eyebrow, “and I hope you keep that to yourself."
"Why did
you?"
"That's
difficult." Barbara sat in thought for a second. "I suppose I thought
Jeans’ father and I were grown up enough to do it. I never even dated any other
boys, he was my one and only."
Katy took a sip from
her drink and set it on the table. "Did
you regret it?"
"Now that is a
very hard question." Barbara again stopped. "I was so lucky I never
got pregnant until I was 17, because at least at first I wasn't on the pill...I
loved him with all my heart and I guess I'm glad in the few years we did have
we were so happy. So all in all I suppose the plusses outweighed the minuses in
why I had sex at 13." Barbara looked at the young girl. "Does that
help?"
"I don't know,”
Katy said, “I'm still very confused by all I feel. I mean, I’ve talked to Mom about it, but one
moment I want to know what it’s like, and the next..."
"Now that does sound
familiar,” Barbara said as she looked at the teenager, in her jumper and
jeans. “I was like you in that my body
matured early. So did my sister's..."
"Wasn't she a porn
model?"
"Jeannie and I
need to have several serious words on her spilling family secrets,” Barbara
said as she sipped her coffee. “But yes she was."
"So you felt older
then you were?"
"I guess so,”
Barbara said as she put her empty cup down, “but I probably wasn't as mature in
my brain as my body was telling the world I was."
“So just how much older
was her dad?”
"Well, Jeannie's
dad was 16 when we met, and at first he had no idea I was only 13."
"He thought you
were about the same age?"
"Yes...He got a
real shock when he found out I was three years younger."
“And yet he remained
your boyfriend?”
“That he did – but he
was very gentle, and the moment I turned eighteen he asked my father for my
hand in marriage.”
"So what attracted
him to you?"
"Oh at first
probably these." Barbara pointed at her breasts, "but we soon found out
we thought virtually identically about everything."
"That sounds
amazing."
"It was, I knew
within days of meeting him one day we'd get married."
"That sounds so
romantic."
“Katy,” Barbara said,
“I was very very lucky that I met him.
He was prepared to wait and care for me in every way. The greatest loss I ever had in my life was
when...”
She looked to the side
for the moment as Katy said “Aunty Barbara, I’m sorry if I...”
“It’s all right Katy –
the only advice I can give you is to go slow, and give your mind a chance to
catch up with your body. But that
doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with George, so long as you respect each
other’s position.”
“I guess I understand,”
Katy said as she saw Jeannie wheel herself out.
“Thanks, Aunt Barbara – I’ll talk to George at the party we’re going to
tonight.”
“Have I got time for a
drink Mum,” Jeannie said as she joined them.
“Let me get you that,”
Katy said as she stood up.
Noon
Springfield, MA
Northeastern Freshman Invitational Race
“Hey Jo!”
“There you are,” Jo
said as she hugged Sands and George, “Good drive up?”
“Yeah – is that your
running outfit,” she said as she looked at Jo, in her black singlet and shorts
with white trim and “William Smith” on the front.
“It is indeed,” Heather
said as she and Sandy hugged the children.
“How were they Nessa?”
“No problem – although
they missed their mother,” Nessa said as she sat down. “So when’s the race?”
“Thirty minutes Smith.”
“Yes Coach Waterman,”
Jo said as Lisa came over, while Carina and Annie came from the opposite
direction.
“Here to see your
protégés, Annie?”
“Here to see who would
win this time, in a fair race,” Annie said with a grin.
“JO!”
“Hey, Liz,” Jo said as
she hugged Liz Silowski, wearing the green of Dartmouth College. “Ready for this?”
“Oh yeah – loser buys
the drinks?”
“You’re on.”
“Time to get ready,”
Lisa and Liz’s coach called in unison, the two old friends shaking hands as
they jogged to the runner’s area.
"So did you find
much darling?" Nessa asked Sandy as they stood waiting.
"You'll have to
come to my store room when it's delivered and see." Sandy smiled as she looked at the gathering
group.
"Well that sounds
promising."
"We hit this one
store about 20 miles east of here,” Sandy said happily, “and I spent a lot of
money, but in return I found a wealth of colonial and early 19th century
American furniture."
"Well those
periods are very fashionable."
"Exactly...I will
find no problem finding new homes for it."
"Is she telling
you about her finds Nessa?" Heather called out as she brought over warm
drinks for everyone.
"She was Heather,
and thank you so much for this."
"Well it feels
like winter is definitely approaching, I thought we'd all appreciate
this."
"So how long is
Jo's race Heather?" George asked.
"Just under three
miles George, but it's up and down these hills."
"Rather her then
me." George sipped his drink as he looked at some of the course.
"So what will be
good for Jo?" Little Sandy asked.
"Well I was
talking to Annie, she reckons that if Jo can finish in the top 30, and in the
first three girls from Division 3 schools, then she will have had a great
race."
"And also if
somehow she can beat Liz home." Nessa smiled, "I have a small wager
with Liz's grandmother Martha, that for the first time ever she will beat
her."
“Mom, can you come over
a minute,” Sands called out, and as Sandy walked over Nessa turned and looked
at Heather.
"So did you find
my daughter the Christmas present you were looking for Heather?"
"I did,” Heather
whispered, “or at least I hope I did."
"That sounds
interesting."
"I spotted what I
think is a complete early 18th century dresser laying in pieces on the floor in
a barn attached to a store. I've bought it and I just hope it will turn out as
I hope it will once it's passed through Andrew McFadyean's expert hands."
"Well if Andrew
cannot restore it nobody can, and I agree with you that it's the sort of thing
Sandy will adore as a present."
"It cost me
probably a fraction of what she spent for my Van Gogh drawing last year, but I
think she will know the love that comes with this."
"I know she will
Heather darling."
“So what did Sands
want,” Heather said as Sandy came back.
“Oh she was asking
about sports bras, believe it or not.”
"So where is your
mother Carina?" Nessa asked as she walked over.
"She took a last
second booking to do a double with Ingy for Cosmopolitan Nessa."
"I read that her
event in Canada got rather spoiled."
"Doubly spoiled,”
Cari said with a frown, “they stole a coat she'd reserved for Pops to buy her
along with everything else."
"Oh that is
terrible." Sandy spoke.
"It is
indeed," Nessa shook her head.
"So where is
Judith?"
"She's with Annie
and some of her old running friends, they are oohing and cooing over her
Nessa."
"Judith is a beautiful
little girl."
"She's following
in her family tradition Mother."
"Indeed darling. And her little brother or sister will do so
as well."
“Will all runners
please come to the start line, all runners to the start line...”
“Come on – let’s
support her...”
The crowds gathered
near the start line, the girls lining up and taking deep breaths as the coaches
lined the side. The starter looked along
the line, raised the starting pistol, and fired...
“Any sign of them yet,”
Annie said as she stood next to Lisa.
“Not yet – we should
see the first runners in a few minutes,” Liz said as she and the other coaches
watched the approach to the finishing funnel.
“How do you think Jo’s
doing, Mom,” Sands said as she looked over.
“I can’t tell from
here, but you know Jo darling – she’s going to do her very best.”
“The first runners just
passed the half mile to go mark,” one of the coaches called out, the coaches
inching forward with their tablets as they gazed down the approach.
“Here they come,” one
of the others called out as a group of five girls came round the corner.
“Surely not...”
Lisa shook her head as
Annie stood next to her. “None of ours
there, and I’m not expecting them to.
This is a top field, and good as Jo is...”
“Different league?”
Lisa nodded as the
winner came over, and watched as the runners started to come over.
“I count twelve so
far.”
Heather nodded and then
shouted “COME ON JO!”
Two more runners came
over the line before the crowd cheered Jo and Liz as they raced each other, neither
willing to give a quarter as they approached the finish line.
“Come on Jo,” Lisa
whispered as they got closer, neither willing to give in to the other.
“I can’t look,” Nessa
said as she turned away, the kids screaming with Sandy and Heather as they came
closer... closer...
“Gotcha,” Lisa said as
she tapped her tablet, and went over to consult with the Dartmouth coach and
the officials. Nessa turned round to see
Jo and Liz with their arms round each other as they walked down the funnel.
“What happened?”
“They crossed virtually
together – but who gets 15th and who gets 16th I have no idea.”
“Any idea Annie,”
Carina asked as her girlfriend walked over.
“They’re in
consultation now...”
They looked over
anxiously before Jo and Liz shook hands, as did their coaches, and she walked
back over with Lisa.
“Well?”
“Dead heat – we’ll both
be awarded 15th place. But because
Dartmouth and William Smith are in different divisions...”
“Miss Silowski is
second in her division, and Jo first in hers.”
“Well, I’ll discuss
with her grandmother, but well done you,” Nessa said as she hugged Jo, followed
by Heather and Sandy.
“Thanks - but I’d
better warm down and get ready for the presentation.”
"So both
happy?" Annie asked as Liz walked over.
"Very much
so," Liz smiled. "She's improved hasn't she?"
"A trifle."
Annie laughed. "So you second Ivy League girl home, Jo first Division 3
girl home, I think I can be pretty content."
"I know, it's all
about races within races." Jo spoke.
"It is."
Coach Waterman said as she showed both ex-Angels their time.
"Damn that was
pretty good." Liz looked.
"Yeah Coach is
pretty happy with that from you Liz." Lisa looked up, "and I'm more
than happy with you Jo."
“So do I miss training
tomorrow?”
“No chance – now get that
tracksuit on. Presentation in thirty
minutes.”
2 pm
"Is that your cup
and medal Jo?" Sands asked.
"It is, I also get
another medal for finishing in the top twenty overall."
"More things for
me to keep in the trophy cabinet." Heather smiled.
"After I've shown
all the girls back at school." Jo beamed.
"Curt missed a
pretty special race." Nessa hugged Jo.
"I know, damn
conference, but it's important to his career that he was there not here."
"Well done that
girl." Cari high-fived her friend.
“Yeah – wish I could
stick around, but I need to get back to college tonight.”
“I’ll run you back,”
Heather said, “if you can take Sandy Nessa.
Somebody has a party tonight...”
6.30 pm
West Central Park
"Alright,” Jan
said as she looked at the light blue off the shoulder dress, “where did you buy
that dress from young lady?"
"I didn't buy it
Mom," Katy giggled, "It was one Jeannie wore on one of her first
shoots over here, she's outgrown it and Aunt Barbara gave it to me. She dropped it in earlier."
"Well that was
nice of her darling," Katherine looked at her granddaughter appraisingly,
"it just about fits you."
"I know,"
Katy, giggled some more "I have much bigger chubbies, as Jeannie calls
them, then she had when she wore this."
"Just don't lean
forward too much darling."
"Well it was nice
of Jeannie and Barbara to think of you." Jan smiled.
"I know, she's
going to have a further look at things Jeannie has but can't wear now."
"Well if I know
models, they were probably only ever worn once."
"I know Mom, I've
seen Jeannie's closet, she has more clothes in there then all three of us have
combined."
“Well, I do have admit
she looks good in it,” Katherine said as she went to answer the ringing
doorbell.
"You know what
would go with that dress?"
"Your calfskin
pumps Mom?"
"Great minds think
alike...but you dare ruin them you pay for the replacement or the
repairs."
"I'll be
especially careful," Jeannie looked adoringly as Jan brought the box out
of her closet.
"These stilettos
are incredible and my fave, this is my way of saying thank you for this week
letting you borrow them."
"I know."
Katy looked up at her mother as she slipped them on her stockinged feet. Standing up, she walked gingerly round on
them before smiling and admiring herself.
"You are dressed
to kill Pepsi?" Katherine admired her granddaughter as she let her in.
"Thank You
Gran." Pepsi said as she kissed her.
The teenager was wearing a strapless yellow dress with a short skirt and
high heels. "Is Katy ready?"
"She was just
borrowing her mother’s shoes."
"Will George like
how she looks?"
"I think so."
"Well at least she
still has a boyfriend." Pepsi
frowned for a second.
"Did you and Jack
have another fight dear?"
"Yes and it was
all his fault."
"What did he do now?"
"I sent him a selfie of my outfit, and he tried to tell me I shouldn't go
out looking like this."
"Well...” Katherine looked at her as she said “it's a
trifle daring maybe for a girl with a steady boyfriend."
"An EX steady
boyfriend."
"Have you had
another fight with Jack?" both Katy and Jan asked as they came out of the
bedroom.
"He tried to tell
me what I can and cannot wear when I go out to a party."
"Oh dear,"
her mother rolled her eyes, "well just as long as you get your sister home
safely, drive carefully, and do not drink."
"Mom I'm not
stupid, don't say you think I am like Jack did?"
"Why did he say
that?"
"Because I called
him a lousy limey when he said only girls on the prowl for a man go to parties
dressed like this."
“Well, I can see why he
might overreact a little like that. And
it would be nearly midnight there Nicola.”
“Well... He’s wrong, and that’s all there is to
it. Coming Katy.”
“See you later Mom,”
Katy said as she and Pepsi left the apartment.
“She really is growing
up, isn’t she?”
“A little too fast Mom,
a little too fast,” Jan said as she closed the door.
8 pm
Chuyo Han’s Apartment
Upper West Side
“It’s good of your
sister to allow us to come as well,” Sandy said to Cindy Han as they stood on
one side of the room.
“Well, it was the only
way our parents would agree to Chuyo having her friends round, if I was allowed
some as well,” Cindy said with a smile.
“I like your dress by the way.”
“Thanks – although it’s
not as nice as Katy’s,” Sandy said as she saw Katy talking to George.
“Jealous much?”
“Nah – I’m happy for
her.”
Sandy smiled as she
looked to where some of the older girls were talking.
"This time its
over, His Lordship is HISTORY!" Pepsi addressed her friends. "I never
want to hear his name mentioned again."
"Did she and Jack
have a fight...again?" Doc whispered in Katy's ear.
"They did,"
Katy sighed, "I'll give you odds though that by this time tomorrow all
will be forgiven."
"Probably."
Doc agreed.
"I see Erica is
here with Simon...are they getting serious?"
"Semi serious I
think." Doc nodded. "Oh shit, here comes trouble," Doc blanched
as a group of black and Latino girls came in the door.
"Hey homegirl, I'm
sure your fancy friends won't mind us crashing this party."
“Who are they,” Simon
said as Erica looked over.
“Oh crap,” she said as
she walked over. “Rochelle, I don’t know
what you’re thinking of doing, but...”
“Thanks, homegirl,”
Rochelle said as the group walked in, looking round before they approached the
table where the food and drink was placed.
“Oh look – little
drinks for little boys and girls,” Rochelle sneered, “why don’t we raid poppa’s
drink cabinet?”
“I don’t know who the
hell you think you are,” Chuyo said as she walked over, “but if you don’t leave
right this instant...”
“Cool it, girl,” one of
Rochelle’s friends said as she brought a flick knife out, “we’re just going to
have some fun, that’s all. Of course, if
you want to be a little heroine...”
“Doc, we need to do
something,” Katy whispered.
“We can’t – not openly,”
Doc whispered, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t get some back up.” She pressed the clasp on her clutch bag, and
then whispered “keep an eye on Sands and George, and let me do something else.”
Anna looked over to
where Ama was standing, seeing that she had the same idea as well as she sent a
quick text.
8.15 pm
The Village
“Well done Jo,” Dom
said as she handed Annie a mug of coffee.
“So you got her back safe?”
“I did indeed – but I
am pooped,” Annie said as Dom’s cell phone pinged.
“Now who has sent me a
text,” Dom said as she looked at the screen, and then put her phone down.
“What’s wrong?”
“We may have to go pick
Ama up,” Dom said as she dialled a number.
“Heather? This is Dom, have we
had an alert from anyone on the grid yet?
“Damn – right, leave it
with me, and call Jan, tell her I’ll pick her up in five minutes.”
“Dom?”
“I’ll call you later,
Annie,” Dom said as she put on her blonde wig, “but call Susan and tell her
I’ve gone to the party. She’ll
understand.”
8.30 pm
The Han Apartment
“Katy, who the hell are
these girls?”
“I think they know
Erica from her old school,” Katy whispered to Sandy as the Cubs helped
themselves to the drink cabinet, one of them watching Chuyo with the knife in
her hand. “I suggest we just keep to the
background, and hope nothing more serious happens.”
Erica was watching
Rochelle, wondering how the girl she had laughed with in Junior High had become
this person, laughing as she swigged from a bottle. There was a glazed look in her eyes as well,
one Erica was afraid she had seen in books.
“Who is she,” Simon
whispered into Erica’s ear as they stood with the other girls.
“Someone I thought was
a friend – I was wrong,” Erica whispered as Rochelle put the bottle down and
walked over.
"So is this your
boyfriend homegirl...aren't you goin' ta introduce me?"
Erica sighed as she
said quietly "Simon this is Rochelle, Rochelle this is Simon."
"Aint you a fancy
man," Rochelle ran her hand over Simon's chest. "Ma homegirls
feastin' on prime white meat that's for sure."
“What on earth do
you...?”
“Simon,” Erica said
quietly. “Don’t. Rochelle, your beef is
with me – leave the rest of them out of it.”
“Oh but it’s not you
just you homegirl,” Rochelle laughed, “Some of your rich bitch friends here
have shown me up as well. Acting as if
they are better than me...”
Ama, Poppy and Doc
glanced at each other, before Doc shook her head as Rochelle kissed Simon hard.
“Nah – not enough man
for me. He’s all yours homegirl – for
now...”
8.45 pm
Outside Jan’s apartment
“Get in,” Dom said as
Jan came running out of the apartment block entrance, and got into the
passenger seat.
"So what is going
on exactly?"
"Unwelcome
gatecrashers making a nuisance of themselves,” Dom said as she handed Jan a
blonde wig, “and I don't think it's going to be confined to raiding the Han's
liquor cabinet."
"OH CRAP! If they hurt anyone there..."
"Well at least the
alarm got raised, and I think we can trust Doc and Ama to keep the peace in the
short term - now we just need figure out how we deal with it."
"As quietly and
discreetly as possible?"
"That is what I'm
hoping."
“Can you hear what’s
happening,” Jan said as she put the wig on.
"I’m getting a
feed from the office. From what I can
hear from Doc's handbag it sounds like Rochelle at least is high on
something."
"Crap,” Jan said
angrily, “if she's taken drugs that's just a further complication."
"Why?"
"Drugs make people
behave unpredictably, we can't be certain how she and the others might
react."
“True – so how are we
going to play this?”
“Well,” Dom said as she
put her hair up under a red wig, and put on a pair of dark glasses before she
pushed some cotton wool balls into her mouth, “I think we deliver some pizzas.”
“You what?”
“I’ve got windcheaters
and caps in the trunk – follow my lead...”
9.20 pm
The Han Apartment
“Hey you,” one of the
girls said as she looked at Sandy, “what’s your name whitey?”
“Alexandra Richmond,”
Sandy said as she drew herself to her full height, “why are you asking?”
“Because you look like
a spoiled rich bitch,” she said as she walked over, “and I don’t like spoilt
bitches.”
“How dare you,” George
said as he stepped in front of his sister, “we’ve done nothing to hurt you.”
“Oh we got a brave one
here Rochelle,” the girl called over her shoulder as Rochelle walked over,
“what dooya wanna do with him?”
Katy took a step
forward, only to feel both Pepsi and Doc put their hands on her shoulders, as
Ama said “I see your friends still feel they have the right to threaten,
Sister.”
“Oh I knew I recognised
you,” Rochelle said as she walked over to Ama, “you still feel this is your
place, with those who hurt you.”
“None of them did,” Ama
said, “those who did have been dealt with.
In fact, I met some last week who had suffered far more than I had. They told me something important – would you
like to hear what they taught me?”
“What the hell is she
doing,” Pepsi whispered to Doc.
“Playing for time – I
hope,” Doc whispered back as Rochelle stood in front of Ama.
“Go on – tell me before
I cut you.”
Ama looked at the
knife, and smiled as she said “Is that the worst you can do, sister? I have suffered far worse, as I have told you
before.”
“Stuff this,” Rochelle
said as she turned and nodded to the girl with Chuyo. “We’re going to look at your momma’s nice
things – make sure this lot...”
“Don’t you dare...?”
“Now we hear from the
brave one,” the dark skinned girl said as she looked at Doc. “You’re not carrying tonight are you?”
“Would you like to find
out,” Doc said quietly as she looked into her eyes.
“Oh? Who's the kid carrying the two deadly weapons
on her chest you were chatting to Miss Not So Big Without Your Gun?"
"None of your business Bitch!"
"And you sound
jealous?" Katy said as she walked forward pushing her breasts out.
"Katy,” Doc said,
“I told you to stay back."
"And let Miss Flat
Chested here not get a good view?"
The other members of
Rochelle’s group gathered round the two girls as their leader snarled "Who
are you calling flat-chested whore?"
"Well I don't exactly see a lot." Katy laughed at Rochelle. "Want to compare?"
Katy reached behind to
undo her dress, stepping out of it as she let it hit the floor, then unhooking
and dropping her bra, leaving her standing there in her high heels, stockings,
garter belt and thong. All the other girls were looking at her, Pepsi and Doc
standing behind her.
"Now Bitch, let
everyone see what you've got and how it stacks up against this body," Katy
purred.
"Well I bet they
aren't even real." Katy stripping
had confused Rochelle as she looked round the room.
"Well come on Miss
Tough show us what you've got?"
Rochelle looked round,
totally confused about what had happened as Katy looked at her.
"You want to feel
them?" Katy smiled seductively as she cupped her breasts in her hands and
offered them to Rochelle. "See if these are real or not?"
"I ain't no
fuckin' lesbian..."
"Oh how
disappointing, and I thought you were so butch and tough."
Slowly the cubs had
gathered in the centre of the room to watch the confrontation between the
topless teenager, and their leader. "Go on Rochelle, show her what a real
woman looks like?" one of the black girls urged.
“I aint afraid of no
fucking whore,” Rochelle said as she started to remove her jacket...
The ring on the
doorbell took everyone completely by surprise, as Rochelle looked round the
room.
“Whoever it is, get rid
of them,” she snarled at Chuyo. The
young girl walked over, shaking as she opened the door slightly.
“Hi there,” the redhead
said from the other side, her blonde haired companion carrying several large
pizza boxes, “I got a delivery here for someone called Rochelle?”
The young Asian girl
looked round in total confusion as Katy stared at the door.
“What da hell do you
mean,” Rochelle said as she walked to the door.
“Just what I said – I
got six large pizzas here for someone called Rochelle,” the redhead said, “you
her?”
“Didja order dees,” one
of the girls said to Rochelle.
“No – they paid for?”
“Oh yes,” the blonde
said as they walked into the apartment.
“Hey – you girls having a party?”
She stared at Katy as she stood there in her semi-naked state, before
saying “because if so, it reminds me of the games I used to play at the
sorority house.
“We were,” Chuyo said
quietly as the room looked at the new arrivals.
“Who ordered them?”
“Bobbi, you got the
delivery note there?”
“Yeah let me put them
down,” the blonde said as she placed them on the food table, and then took a
slip of paper from her windcheater pocket.
“Yeah, here it is – six extra large, the works, to Rochelle and friends,
paid in advance.”
“Who da fuck...?"
“Oh yeah – and there’s
a message – I was paid to give you it, so don’t shoot the messenger.”
“Who bought them,”
Rochelle said as she looked at the two adults.
“Let’s see – it was
someone called Santana, and her message was enjoy your last meal, bitch
cubs.” She handed the sheet to Rochelle,
who looked at it and then growled.
“Cubs, move out,” she
shouted as she looked at Erica, who was in Simon’s arms. “See you around homegirl – we got an insult
to answer,” she whispered before she looked at Simon. “Maybe you’ll get some real meat,” she
whispered as well, and then she looked at Katy.
“Watch your step,
whore,” she said before the gang walked out, Chuyo and her sister staring at
the two delivery women.
“Well, that was
different,” the redhead said, “you kids going to eat these pizzas instead?”
“Yeah – yeah we’ll eat
them,” Doc said as she came forward, “especially if they’re free.”
“Well, don’t waste
them,” the blonde said as she looked at the bottles. “And if I was you, I’d own up to your folks
about what happened. Better honest than
more trouble right?”
“Right – and thanks,”
Chuyo said as she showed the delivery girls out, Doc going with her as George
stared at Katy.
“Okay,” Katy said
quietly, “can someone hold me now before I start to shake and fall down?”
“What... The...
FUCK!!!”
“That,” Dom said as she
got behind the wheel of the car, “was the last bloody thing I thought I was
going to see in there.”
“Oh, I am going to have
words with her and Pepsi after this...”
“We need to talk to Doc
and Ama first – I looked at them, and they were watching Katy rather than
Rochelle. I think she surprised them as
well.”
As she spoke, a second
car pulled up and a young woman came over to Dom.
“We’ll keep an eye on
them for you,” she said as Dom wound the window down.
“Thanks – let me know
if any of that lot come back. I’ll go
and see Susan and let her know what happened.”
“Copy that,” she said
as she went back to the car, and Dom started the engine.
“I still want words
with her,” Jan said as she removed her wig, “her training starts tomorrow.”
“Fair enough – like I
said, talk to the girls first, but I need to speed things up,” Dom said as she
dialled a number.
“Tracy? Dominique – check the Burton apartment for me
will you, call me back if things don’t look right...”
"Katy what
possessed you?" Doc was the first girl to crowd round and ask questions.
"That stupid crack
of hers about weapons. Something just snapped in me," Katy said as she put
her bra back on.
"You realise how
dangerous all that was?"
"Yes,” Katy said
as she adjusted her underwear, “but I was hoping if I distracted them one of
you might come up with an idea."
"You okay baby
sister?" Pepsi whispered in Katy's ear as she helped her with her dress.
"I'm fine."
"Well you
certainly did create a diversion." Nikki shook her head.
"You were so
brave." Sands embraced her best friend.
“Fine line between
bravery and stupidity,” George said as he hugged Katy, “but yeah – you were
incredibly brave.”
“Do you have to tell
Mom what I did, Pepsi?”
“She may find out
eventually anyway – but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Pepsi said
as Ama and Erica stood in the corner with Simon.
“Are you all right,”
Ama said as Chuyo came over with her sister.
“We’re fine, all things
considered,” Chuyo said, “but if you, Ama and especially Katy had not stepped
in...”
“Do not think of what
might have happened,” Ama said quietly, “consider instead the fact we have
emerged unhurt, and rejoice in that.”
“She’s right,” Simon
said, “it could have been a lot worse.”
Looking at Erica, he saw her start to shiver and said “hey – sit down,
I’ll get you something to drink...”
“Erica?”
“I’m sorry,” she said
as she started to sob, “I feel like this is my fault...”
“Hey, it’s not,” Poppy
said as she knelt with her friend, while Simon fetched a drink. “None of this is your fault, so don’t think
for a second it is...”
“I... We need to get out of the heights before it
gets worse,” Erica said as she looked at the others, “but how can we do
that...”
10.30 pm
West Central Park
“You’re back early,”
Katherine said as she opened the door to Pepsi and Katy, “did you have
a... What happened?”
“Girls,” Jan said as
she saw them standing in the doorway, “what happened?”
“There were some
gatecrashers at the party,” Pepsi said quietly, “not the friendly type. It got a bit – well, unpleasant.”
“Who were they?”
“Some girls who knew
Erica,” Katy said, “Mom, I did something to stop them hurting our friends...”
“What did you do?”
“I stripped off and
challenged the girl leading that group – Rochelle, I think her name was – to do
so as well.”
“You did WHAT?”
“It worked though, Mom,
Gran – she stopped them hurting Sands and others, and then they just left.”
“Come here,” Katherine
said as she held Katy, “you must have been terrified.”
“I was a little, but I
did it to stop them hurting others...”
“All right – go and get
ready for bed,” Jan said, “Pepsi, are you okay driving yourself home?”
“Yes, and I guess I
need to tell Mom what happened. Caroline
will hear from Ama anyway...”
11 pm
The Village
“There you are,” Annie
said as Ama came up the stairs.
“Sorry I am late – I
wished to make sure some of the other girls got home safely,” she said as she
saw Dominique and Annie sitting there.
“Thanks for coming to the rescue, Mom.”
“How did you – no,
don’t tell me,” Dom said with a smile.
“Want to explain what Katy was doing?”
“She was protecting
Sandy and the other girls - she showed remarkable bravery, if perhaps a little
recklessness.”
“Okay – go and get
ready for bed, and I’ll make some cocoa,” Annie said as she went to the
kitchen, Dom following her.
“We need to get them
out.”
“Agreed – I’m going to
call a meeting tomorrow afternoon...”
11.15 pm
West Central Park
“Is she still awake,”
Jan said as she came back in. Seeing
Katherine nod, she knocked on Katy’s door and went in.
“Hi Mom – I’m sorry if
I did something wrong,” Katy said as she sat under her covers.
“Well, at least I know
now why you were in your panties and stockings...”
“How did you... Oh lord,” Katy whispered, “red or blonde?”
“Blonde – I’m not that
tall, Caroline is.”
“But how...”
“You, I and Juliette
are going to talk tomorrow – right now, get some sleep,” Jan said as she kissed
Katy’s forehead “and well done, even if you did shock me.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Oh I’m furious – those
girls are in the same group as the one you killed – but I’m also relieved
you’re all right. As I say, we talk
tomorrow. Now, sleep.”
Sunday 15th November
2 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“Hey Caroline,” Heather
said as she opened the door, “come on through, we’re going to get started in a
few minutes.”
“thanks – how are Sandy
and George today?”
“Not too bad – they
slept in, and Nessa has taken them out for the afternoon.”
“Good – we need a
chance for an adult discussion,” Caroline said as she came in. “Jan, Emma – thanks for coming over.”
“No problem, Caroline,”
Emma Carlton said as Caroline sat down.
“After Anna told me about last night, I knew we would have to do
something.”
“I’m not very
comfortable about talking about them with them not here,” April said, “but when
Pepsi told me of how upset Erica was, I knew we had to do something about it.”
“Here we go,” Sandy
said as she brought mugs of coffee in, “we’re just waiting on two more people.”
“And that is?”
“I’ll have some of
that, if I may,” Mary Thomas said as she took off her coat, Pippa coming in behind
her with Grace.
“So what is this all
about,” Grace said as she took her seat.
“Have you heard
anything about the party last night Grace?”
“No – do I want to?”
“You need to,” Jan said
as she told the group what Pepsi and Katy had told her.
When she had finished,
Caroline said “I’ve been worried for some time about this Rochelle, especially
with what’s been happening in the Heights the last few weeks, but this is the
last straw for me. We need to find a way
to persuade Denice to get out, before they get seriously hurt.”
“Erica’s been bothered
by this girl since she started at St Angela’s,” Pippa said, “but you’ve all met
Denice – you know how proud she is of what she’s achieved.”
“Quite rightly –
Erica’s an amazing girl,” Jan said, “but we need to help her to see they both
need to get out of there?”
“Where to?”
“We have an apartment
that would suit them,” Sandy said, “but it needs some restoration work and
rewiring first, so it wouldn’t officially be ready until January. I just think we need to do something now.”
“Do you really think
this girl will try and get her own back on Erica?”
“I hope and pray not –
but we need to make Denice see the need for Erica’s safety, if not hers.”
“While I agree,” Pippa
said with her mug in her hand, “she’s not going to like it if we say it’s for
her own good – she may take that as charity.”
“And trust me,”
Caroline said, “Denice does not want or need charity, she needs friends.”
“Well, how bad is it up
there at the moment Jan?”
“We had two more drive-byes
last night,” Jan said as she sat back, “luckily nobody died, but that was pure
dumb luck.”
“Okay, so first
question,” Sandy said as she looked round the table, “are we going to get them
out of there?”
As she looked round,
everyone nodded.
“Okay – like I said, I
have an apartment we can let them move into for the new year, but we need to
get them out of there before then – the sooner the better, if we can persuade
her. They’ll need somewhere to stay on a
temporary basis.”
“I might be able to
help there?”
“You, Mary?”
“Ai – I have spare
rooms at my place they can use for a month or two. What about their belongings?”
“I can arrange storage
for furniture and the like, if you have room for their clothes and books Mary,”
Sandy said as Heather joined them. “Grace, am I right in thinking there would be
no problems from a school viewpoint?”
“None whatsoever – we
record the temporary and then the final address. I can square things with the Kirkham group as
well – which makes me ask why Juliette and Diana aren’t here?”
“Too busy – Ju flies to
Munich on Monday, and Diana is off on Tuesday with Abby and Tony McNally.”
“Caroline, you okay
picking Erica up the next few days?”
“And taking her back if
need be...”
“No need – between us,
I think we can make sure one of us drops her off after dinner every night this
week. Which leaves the biggest question
of all.”
“How to persuade
Denice,” Mary said as she rubbed her eyes.
“Perhaps I can talk to her?”
“I think a group of us
need to – any ideas how?”
“We need to get Denice
in one place – somewhere private – and find out what she really thinks of
what’s going on,” Emma said, “which means I need to know if any of you are free
to talk to her.”
“I could invite Erica
round tomorrow night, and tell Denice she can pick her up from there,” Pippa
said. “So who gets to talk to Denice?”
“Leave that with me,”
Caroline said. “April, Grace, can I
count on your support?”
“Say when and where,”
April said.
“Count me in as well,”
Mary said, “we get on well, she may feel more comfortable if I am around.”
“Agreed,” Grace said,
“and in the meantime I’ll make sure the school security watches out as
well. I’ll also let Letty know to keep
an eye on her.”
"By the way
shouldn't last nights incident have been reported to the NYPD?" April
asked.
"I'd rather the
fact of my daughter doing an impromptu striptease didn't appear in an official
police report." Jan looked at her friend.
"What did the girl’s
parents think?" asked Mary.
"I rang them this
morning and they agreed with me that to keep this quiet we invoke the no harm,
no foul, rule." Caroline answered.
"I think that
might be best for all concerned." Emma nodded.
“Well, we have the
start of the plan at any rate,” Caroline said.
“Now, onto other matters – what plans do you have for Thanksgiving?”
6 pm
Susan and Clint’s Apartment
“Well, that’s Mum and
Aunt Maeve safely back,” Susan said as she put the phone down. “And it’s just the three of us now, little
one?”
She tickled April’s
tummy, smiling as April giggled and waved her arms around.
“Oh you really do like
that, don’t you,” Susan said, “yes you really do...”
“I’ll go and see who
that is,” Clint said as the apartment bell rang, Susan continuing to play with
April before she heard him say “Hey – long time no see...”
“Thanks,” she heard a
familiar voice say as she stood up. “JD
– I was hoping you’d drop by while you were in the city.”
“Well, I promised
Maddie I would,” the young brunette said as she sat down, but I haven’t had a
chance to call round until now. With the
boss lady out of town until tonight, I get some time off.”
“So what part did you
get, JD,” Clint said as he gave her a beer.
“Not allowed to say –
sorry guys,” JD said with a smile. “It’s
a good script, but apart from Cassie who plays what in the main gang is being
kept a secret.”
“Well, congrats on
getting a main role, I think,” Susan said as the telephone rang.
“Yeah – the worst bit
was missing out on the raid last week. I
hear you had fun?”
“Oh yes,” Susan said,
“very profitable fun as well. Hello?”
“Hi Anna. Yeah, I heard about last night – all about
it.
“Yes, that too. Your moms were meeting tonight – so what can
I do for you?
“I see – look, come
round to the office tomorrow. We can
talk then.”
“Problem,” Clint said
as Susan sat down.
“I think our problem in
the Heights is coming to a head.”
“Oh – want to tell me
about it? Maybe I can help.”
Oh yeah – I forgot
about your past work,” Susan said. “Let
me tell you a story...”
7 pm
The Huntingdown Apartment
“I guess that’s just
about everything I need,” Juliette said as she looked at the outfits laid out
on the bed, “now to pack – once I’ve had some coffee.”
As she headed down to
the kitchen, she hummed to herself and turned on the coffee machine, before she
saw an icon blinking on her laptop screen.
Clicking on it, she
smiled as Carina appeared on the screen.
“Hi Mom,” she said with a smile, “hang on a sec.”
Juliette poured herself
a mug as a second window opened and she saw Ingrid in her room.
“Hi girls to what do I
owe the pleasure of getting to speak to you both at once?” Juliette said as she
smiled at the screen.
“We both wanted to wish
you bon voyage for the morning Mom,” Carina answered.
“And I had something
more I wanted to ask you Juliette.” Ingrid looked straight at her screen.
“You make it sound
important Ingy.”
“It sort of is Mom,”
Cari said as she smiled.
“So she’s told you
before she talks to me Cari?”
“Let’s just say she
asked my opinion.”
“Well it sounds as if
it is important then,” Juliette said as she sipped her coffee, “fire away
please Ingrid.”
“Juliette,” Ingrid said
quietly, “you know Cari calls our father Pops?”
“Yes.”
“Well I’ve been
thinking on what I should call you after the wedding…”
“Why not just keep on calling
me Juliette?” Ju interrupted.
“I could, but I’d
rather call you something else.”
“Oh what?” Juliette
lifted an eyebrow.
“Well,” Ingrid said
quietly, “if Daddy is Pops, would you mind awfully if I called you Moms?”
“It would mean a lot to
Ingy Mom.”
“Well,” Juliette said
with a smile, “I’ll be honest - I’d love that, but would your father?”
“I spoke to him,”
Ingrid said, “and he said yes, he’d be happy with that, and he’s pretty sure my
mother would understand. He also…ummm.”
“What Ingrid?”
“Moms,” she smiled as
she used the word, “would you legally adopt me before the wedding?”
“That way we feel we’d
belong to both of you Mom.” Cari added.
“You’ve obviously
thought it out,” Juliette paused, “I’ll see what your family says Ingy, but
barring complications, you know I’d love for you to call me moms and become my
daughter legally.”
“See I said she’d be
cool.”
“I know you did Cari.”
Ingrid smiled hugely.
“Right,” Ju said, “I’ll
talk to Klaus when I see him tomorrow.
And thanks for asking girls, it means a lot.”
As the girls signed
off, Juliette sighed and said “I hope you understand Renate...”
Monday 16th November
8.15 am
Washington Heights
“Good morning
Caroline,” Denice said as she and Erica came out, “can you get in the car Erica
sweetie? I want to talk to Caroline for
a moment.”
“Sure Mom,” Erica said,
looking nervously across the road as she got in with Ama and Pepsi.
“Caroline,” Denice said
quietly, “I could use some advice on personal security. Is it all right if I consult you – I don’t
know any other security specialists.”
“Is this after
Saturday?”
“Yeah – is it
possible? Erica got invited to Poppy’s
place for dinner tonight, so...”
“Of course it is – I’m
free tonight if you can come round to my place after work?”
She gave Denice a
business card, who smiled and said “thanks.”
“Hey Denice, Caroline –
want some company on the El?”
“Yeah I would,” Denice
said as she waved off the two women, before getting into her own car.
“Right – let’s go,” she
said as she set off...
8.45 am
St Angela’s
“Hey,” Doc said as Ama,
Pepsi and Erica got out of Caroline’s Car, “how are you three?”
“Still a bit shaken up
– but you guys were all amazing,” Erica said.
“So, ready for another week of fun and learning?”
“I am so glad we have
the long weekend coming up,” Pepsi said as she shook her head.
“Me too – I am looking
forward to my grandfather visiting as well as a friend,” Ama said as they
walked through the gates.
“So no Abby this week?”
“No – she got
permission to attend pre-events for the first deb ball. I hear she flies out tomorrow.”
“Hey,” Jeannie said as
she wheeled up beside them, “I heard about Saturday. You girls okay?”
“A bit shaken up, but
at least none of us got hurt,”
Doc nodded – given her
chance, she would have talked to Abby today, but with the Senior away, and
Diana and Juliette unavailable, she settled for plan B.
“Miss Kelly,” she said
as she saw Annie, “May I see you at lunchtime for a few minutes?”
“Of course Anna,” Annie
said, “call round at about one.”
10 am
Waldorf Astoria Hotel
“Good morning
everyone,” Cassandra said as she came into the room, “I hope you all had a
relaxing weekend?”
“Sure did,” JD said as
Mike Babbage and Brian Goldstein took their seats.
“How did your meetings
go Cassie?”
“Excellent – Francois
wants to talk to you Brian about providing finance for Ladydown.”
“Now that is good
news,” Brian said with a smile. “I’ll
call him later today – and what’s this I heard on the news that the Pussycat
Gang actually struck in Toronto?”
“Yes – cleaned out a
depot holding all the furs for the big exposition last week. The news was full of it over the weekend –
the biggest heist ever in North America, apparently.”
“All grist to our
mill,” Mike said. “Right folks – you
have the schedule for this week blocked out in the plans in front of you – we
have a couple of night sessions, so be ready for that.”
“I hear our mutual
friend had fun in California,” Cassie whispered to JD as she sat next to her.
“Indeed – I need to let
you know I talked to an old friend here, and she’s asked if i can do a favour
at some point. It’ll only take a couple
of hours.”
“I’m sure we can allow
that,” Cassie said with a smile as Mike said “Right – let’s go through today...”
1 pm
St Angela’s
“Is now a good time,
Miss Kelly,” Anna said as she looked round the door of the room.
“As good a time as
any,” Annie said as she stood up, brushing the crumbs off her suede skirt as
she came to the door and locked it behind them.
Looking at Anna, she said “what the hell happened at the party?”
“It could have been
much worse,” Doc said, “but I genuinely am worried for Erica now – and not just
for her. That Rochelle signalled out
Sandy Richmond and Katy as well.”
“Oh Goddess,” Annie
said as she sat down on a desk. “Okay, I
think we need to take more affirmative action.”
“I think so – but with
Ju and Diana away, I don’t want to involve Sandy and Heather just in case.”
“I can see why,” Annie
said. “All right – Denice is coming
round to see Caroline tonight, and I don’t want to go back until they have a
chance to talk. Can you call your mom,
tell her I asked you to stay back and I’ll bring you home?”
Anna nodded as Annie
took her cell phone out. “Susan? Annie – can we come and see you after four
today?”
4.15 pm
Xavier International
“All right,” Susan said
as she sat at one side of the conference table, and looked at both Annie and
Doc, “I can guess what this is about?”
“You can?”
“Doc called me last
night. She obviously talked to you today
as well.”
“So the Pack-Wolves, or
this particular cub,” Annie said, “This is getting really serious, isn’t it?”
“It is – I believe
Dom’s going to talk to Denice today?”
“Yeah – the mothers had
a conversation yesterday,” Annie said.
“I don’t know exactly what was discussed, but the general feeling was
they needed to get both of them out of there.”
“That’s what one of my
people had said,” Susan replied as she sat back, “we’ve had someone watching
their apartment and neighbourhood – what Katy did last week has started a
little war up there.”
“Getting them out’s not
going to be enough,” Doc said, “We need to deal with the other problem.”
“Rochelle,” Susan said,
“I have to agree with you. She needs to
be taken out of the equation.”
“A sanction? Normally I’d want to check with someone like
Shirley, but...”
Annie looked at both of
them before she said, “If they’re going to start threatening Sandy and the
other youngsters, time’s up.”
“Okay,” Susan said,
“but not you Annie. We need to blend
this into everything else that’s going on up there. And we need to alert Jan to what’s going on,
so that she’s prepared.”
“A gangland style
shooting?”
“Yeah – a drive by
would be the best fit. I can call on a
friend, but we may need another in the car.
Any thoughts?”
“I’ll think of someone
by the end of tonight. I have an idea,
but you’re not going to like it.”
“Who... Oh Goddess Jan
will hit the roof.”
“I know – which is why
I’m not saying anything yet.”
5.30 pm
The Village
“Hey,” Caroline said as
she opened the door to Denice, “Come on up.”
“Thanks,” Denice said
as she watched Caroline close the door, and took off her great coat. “I wasn’t sure who to turn to for advice.”
“Actually, I was going
to invite you round tonight anyway - come on up.”
“Oh – why,” Denice said
as she climbed the stairs, the heels of her boots sounding on the carpet
covered wood – and then as she walked into the main room, she stopped and said
“Hello, everyone.”
“Hi Denice,” Sandy said
as she sat with Heather, “I hope you don’t mind that the rest of us popped
round as well.”
“Pippa, Sandy, Heather,
Jan, Mary – Okay, what’s going on Caroline?”
“Sit down, Denice –
please,” Caroline said as she went to the kitchen, and came back with a fresh
mug of coffee. “Here – have a drink.”
“Alright why do I feel
like I’ve been summoned?” Denice asked as she sipped from her coffee cup.
“Not summoned
Denice…Invited.” Pippa looked round the group.
“Well it’s not Friday
afternoon and as good as this coffee is you all clearly have something that you
want to get off your chests.”
“Cau i fyny Denice ,
pawb yma yn pryderu am eich un chi a diogelwch Erica , ac rydym yn gofyn i chi
yma i gynnig ein help. Felly, dim ond gwrando os gwelwch yn dda.”
“Oh yw bod yr hyn mae
hyn i gyd am . Ni chymeraf elusen Mary.”
“In English please,”
Pippa said, “so the rest of us can understand.”
“I was just telling her
that we are here because we all want to help.” Mary explained.
“And I was saying,” Denice
replied as she looked round, “that I will not take charity, especially from my
friends.”
“Look this isn’t
charity this is concern for your and Erica’s well being Denice…” Sandy spoke.
“Especially after what
happened Saturday night.” Jan added.
“I heard about Saturday
from Sands, Denice,” Sandy said, “she told me who led the group of
gatecrashers, and that they singled out some of the girls.”
“Especially Erica,”
Caroline said as she passed Denice a mug of coffee. “I’ve seen the worry in your face when I pick
up Erica – and I’ve noticed you’ve come down with her the last few mornings,
and gone on with Tracy to go to work.”
“We want to help you
get out of the Heights,” Caroline said, “and to somewhere that you and Erica
can be safe, where gangsta girls aren’t going to be a constant worry.”
“Look,” Denice said as
she put the mug down, “I appreciate the concern Sandy, but I’ve lived there all
my life…”
“And have you ever
known it this bad?” Jan interrupted, “these aren’t male gangbangers - these are
girls for heaven’s sake Denice.”
“I know.” Denice looked round at the other mothers, as
Mary moved over to sit next to her.
“And not even fully
initiated into their gang yet, what happens if they decide that you, or Erica,
are there best route to getting their necks tattooed?”
“I know, I know Jan…but
what alternatives do we have?” Denice nervously wrung her hands.
“Well I have plenty of
room,” Mary said, “at least for now, come move in with me at least until you
find something permanent.”
“Oh no Mary, that’s too
much…”
“Why? You know I love having young people round me,
and it will be nice talking Welsh to someone every day.”
“And I may have that
something permanent after New Years,” Sandy said. “The Trust is renovating an
apartment down on the borders of the Village, and I can offer that to you at a
friends and family rate.”
Denice shook her head
as she picked up her mug. “That’s the
sort of charity that I don’t want Sandy…”
“Denice sweetie,” Jan
interrupted, “I rent an apartment from Sandy, and yes it’s cheaper then it
should be, but she offered it to me as a friend not as charity. She’s doing the
same for you.”
“I guess…”
“Look at it as
supporting a colleague on RCM Racing.” Heather smiled. “A friend who can help
both with the tech and the engineering.”
“But what about the
school?”
“Grace said a change of
address is a technicality.” Jan answered.
“What about her
scholarship?”
“Juliette and the
trustees say that it is fine, Erica got her scholarship because she lives in
the city and she still will be doing so.”
“You’ve all talked this
out and planned it haven’t you?”
“The only thing we
haven’t planned is your answer.” Mary smiled.
Denice threw her head
back and sighed. “I know it would solve
a lot of problems, but as I say, I’ve lived there all my life. To move out now...”
The other girls waited
until Denice smiled.
“All right, I give in –
but how do we get out without that gang knowing and following us?”
“Let me worry about
that,” Caroline said. “It would not be
the first time I’ve done this...”
Tuesday 17th November
10 am CET
Frauenkirche, Munich
Juliette stood for a
moment, looking down the double row of columns towards the altar of the
cathedral, and imagining in her mind’s eye walking down to meet Klaus at the
front. She was wearing a black coat
dress with soft leather pumps, black gloves and a black hat covering her head,
as she slowly walked down the aisle.
“An amazing sight, is
it not?”
“It is,” she said as
she turned and smiled at Klaus. He was
dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and tie, as he looked at the approaching
priest.
“If you will follow me
your highness,” he said, before he led Klaus and Juliette down a side aisle and
through some doors into a corridor.
Stopping at a setoff ornate wooden doors, he knocked twice and waited,
before he went in and said “His Serene Highness Klaus von Furstenheim and Miss
Juliette Huntingdown, Your Eminence.”
As they walked in, they
saw Cardinal Reinhard Marx standing by a small table, with leather armchairs
arranged around it. Klaus walked
forward, bowed and said “thank you for sparing the time to speak with us today,
Your Eminence,” as he dropped onto his left knee and kissed the ring of the
Cardinal.
As he gave a blessing
to Klaus, Cardinal Marx said “It is an honour to greet you as well Your
Highness.”
“May I present my
fiancée, Miss Juliette Huntingdown.”
“An honour to meet you,
Your Eminence,” Juliette said as she also dropped onto her left knee and kissed
the proffered ring.
“Please, rise,” he said
as he blessed Juliette, and then indicated the armchairs. “If you would bring some coffee,” he said as
he looked to the priest, who bowed and left, closing the doors behind him.
“Now that the
formalities are over,” the Cardinal said with a warm smile, “my congratulations
to both of you. Please, sit, and let us
discuss matters.”
“Thank you,” Juliette
said as she sat down, Klaus sitting next to her as she removed her gloves.
“So, have you
considered a date yet?”
“If it is possible,”
Klaus said as he held Juliette’s hand, “we are thinking of Saturday the 2nd
of April.”
“One moment,” the
Cardinal said as he stood up and picked up the telephone. “Father, would you check my calendar for the
1st and 2nd of April next year please?
“Excellent – and the
cathedral itself?
“Wonderful – block both
days out in my diary, and inform the Cathedral that the wedding of Prince Klaus
von Furstenheim and Miss Juliette Huntingdown is planned for the 2nd.”
As he replaced the
telephone, the door opened and his assistant brought in a tray with a coffee
pot and three cups.
“Thank you,” Cardinal
Marx said as the coffee was poured, and his assistant left. “Perhaps, after we have completed our talk,
you would care to visit the main cathedral office and formally complete the
arrangements.”
“Thank you for
honouring us with agreeing to hold the wedding here, Reinhard,” Klaus said as
he sipped his coffee.
“Now, Juliette,”
Cardinal Marx said as he looked at her, “Your bridal party?”
“I have asked Father
Alexander Richmond, an old and dear family friend, to be the one to give me
away,” Juliette said, “but I must ask a boon of you when it comes to my
bridesmaids.”
“Oh?”
“I am aware of your
view that bridesmaids should not be married women, but I wish for both my
daughter and granddaughter to be in my bridal party. Will that be a problem?”
“I do not see why it
should be a problem,” Cardinal Marx said, “I am aware your daughter is a single
mother, but she has never been married, so I for one do not view that as a
barrier.”
“Thank you,” Juliette
said as she sipped her coffee.
“So the party will
consist of?”
“Apart from my daughter
and granddaughter? Abigal, Countess de
Ros and Lady Angelica Fitzstuart... Ingrid, Klaus’ daughter... Joanne Smith,
Alexandra Richmond Junior, Katherine Carter and Anna Carlton.”
“And on your side,
Klaus?”
“I still need to
confirm most of them I am afraid – but as with all weddings, it is the bride
who is the true star of the day.”
“True,” Cardinal Marx
said with a smile. “Well, let us
consider today the first of a series of meetings we will have over the time
between now and April. So tell me
something of yourself Juliette...”
Noon CET
“And so it begins,”
Klaus said as they stepped out into the Autumn sun. “Happy?”
“Ecstatically so,”
Juliette said as they walked down the stone steps – so now we meet with Willy
and Natalya.”
“Indeed – another step
on the way...”
"Klaus,” Juliette
said as she took his arm, “do you want me to adopt Ingrid like she asked
me?"
"If you wish so,
but I'll tell you darling it does mean a lot to her."
"I can't and never
would wish to replace Renate."
"I know, and she
knows that too, but I think with my having adopted her sister she thinks it
will complete our family circle."
“Then I will do so,”
she said with a smile.
8.15 am
Washington Heights
“Before i forget
Erica,” Denice said as they collected their bags, “can you meet me outside the
school gates at the end of school today?”
“Sure Mom – why?”
“We’re going to see
Mary Thomas at her place of work – there is something she wants to talk to us
about.”
“Okay – is everything
all right Mom? You look a bit
distracted.”
“Nothing for you to
worry about,” Denice said, “so I’ll see you then.”
“Are you going in with
Tracy today?”
“I can’t – she’s doing
a late shift,” Denice said as they went out to the lift, and then out of the
apartment building.
“In you get,” Caroline
said as she held the rear door of the car open, “want a lift Denice?”
“Please,” the other
woman said as she saw Rochelle across the road.
Caroline helped Denice
into the front seat, Tracy watching from the window as she did so.
“Yeah, Sooz – they’re
leaving now. Instructions?”
“Can you call in
today? I need to discuss something with
you...”
11 am
Xavier International
“So how constant is the
watch,” Susan said as she handed Tracy a coffee.
“Fairly much so, I
always see at least one of them out there.
Usually Rochelle is there when they are.”
“Okay,” Susan said
quietly, “we have a plan in place to end this, and we’re going to execute it
tomorrow.”
“Execute? Interesting choice of words, Sooz.”
“Quite – we just need
you to give us the nod when they’re all there after eight tomorrow night. After that, leave it to the team we’ve
selected.”
“You’re serious, aren’t
you? When you say execute...”
“We mean execute. As I say, leave it to us. But we do this right, it ends the
threat. After that, we’ve a plan in
place to get the Burtons out of there permanently.”
“Good – because it’s
getting seriously dangerous around there for them,” Tracy said as she stood
up. “On which note, i have a job to go
to. Want some coffee sent over?”
“No thanks – I’ll live
without it,” Susan said with a smile.
4 pm
West Central Park
“Well hello you two,”
Katherine said as she opened the door to Pepsi and Doc, “what brings you over
here tonight?”
“Doc’s coming down to
my place, but I promised Mom I’d drop this off for her,” Pepsi said as she held
up one of her mother’s gardening books.
“And I wanted to ask
Katy if she was going to be free tomorrow night – they’re doing a Sing-A-Longa
Frozen, and I wanted to treat her to it as a thank you for last Saturday.”
“Well, she’s in her
room Anna – go on through and see if she’s open to the idea.”
“Thanks,” Anna said as
she knocked on Katy’s door and went in.
“Sing-A-Longa Frozen?”
“Hey, perfect for a kid
your age,” Doc said before whispering “I need your help tomorrow – but I don’t
want your mom to know until it’s too late.”
“What with?”
“Taking out that
Rochelle – for good. Up for it?”
“Oh goddess yes –
before she hurts any more of us,” Katy whispered.
“Good – I’ll pick you
up at six,” Doc said as Katy’s grandmother came in.
“So long as Mom says
fine, I’m up for that,” Katy said as she smiled. “Sounds like it will be fun.”
5 pm
Complete Style
“Ah there you are,”
Mary said as Denice and Erica were shown in by Alexis, “give me a minute – I
just want to take care of this.”
She made a few comments
on a sheet before handing it over to Alexis, and sating “Take this to Anna for
me please.” Smiling, she turned to look
at the two friends, before she said “Erica, I need to ask if you would do me a
very big favour.”
“Me? What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to tell me
just how you feel about what’s going on in your neighbourhood at the moment.”
Erica looked at her
mother, before she said quietly “I’m scared, if you want to know Aunt Mary.”
“So am I,” Denice said,
“which is why I think it’s time we moved to a new place, but it’s going to take
some time to sort out, so...”
“What your mother is
trying to say,” Mary said, “is I want you and your mother to come and stay at
my place until the new place your mum has been offered is ready. I don’t have a fancy place, but I have the room,
and I could use the...”
“YES,” Erica said as
she hugged Mary, “oh yes please – if you’re all right with that Mom.”
“I think the decision’s
made,” Denice said with a little smile.
“Good – because you can
start by coming and having dinner with me tonight, and then Caroline is going
to sort out the move for you. I hope you
like lamb...”
Wednesday 18th November
11 am CET
Royal George Hotel, Paris
“Good morning,” Valeria
said as Diana and Abby walked into the coffee lounge, “I trust you managed to
sleep on the flight over?”
“A little – but I’ll
manage,” Abby said as she wiped her glasses, “is Grandpapa here?”
“He went to take a
telephone call,” Valeria said as the waiter came over, “coffee for four
please. So where is Tony?”
“He’s having a nap – he
does not sleep on planes, apparently but he will join us for dinner.”
“Ah there you are – the
belles of the ball,” Guy said as he came in and kissed them both, “ready for
the big adventure?”
“I think so,” Abby said
as she looked round. “When do Angel and
her family get here?”
“They are travelling on
Eurostar and should arrive tonight. Ah –
thank you.”
6 pm
Susan and Clint’s flat
“Come in,” Clint said
as he opened the door to Doc and Katy, “Susan’s in there with the fourth member
of the party.”
“Ah there you are,”
Susan said as she sat at the table, “Let me introduce you to JD, one of our
West Coast colleagues. JD, this is Anna
and Katy, two of our more junior associates.”
“Junior? How old are you girls?”
“Old enough to have
survived a course at the farm,” Doc said, “and Katy here can look much older.”
“Trust me, they have
what’s needed,” Susan said. “JD here ran
with a gang in LA before we recruited her, and she can act the part we
need. Right now, we need to get changed
and ready – I’ve got some outfits in the spare room for all of us.”
“Susan, they’re
kids...”
“JD, trust me on this,”
Susan said as they walked into the spare room.
Laid out on the bed were skintight jeans, tops and waistcoats, as well
as four pairs of black stiletto heel ankle boots.
“Let’s get ready,”
Susan said, “we need to be on our way soon.”
7 pm
"Remember that
Chola's lay the makeup on thick girls." JD said as she looked up from her
reflection. "I see some of them in LA, they look like walking cosmetics displays."
"Blue bandanas,
girls, like Los Malos wear." Susan said as she started handing them round.
"Susan and I will
do the talking...if she can still remember any LA-Mexican-Spanish?" JD laughed
as she painted her lips a deep red.
"Oh I think I can
just about say a few bad words."
"Katy do you need
a hand with the wig?" Anna asked as she stood up.
"If you wouldn't
mind Doc."
"Damn things can
be tricky." Doc said as she adjusted the long black hair. "There like
that?"
"Mmmm not
bad." Katy smiled at her own reflection.
"Now let me do
this..." Doc stood behind and tied the bandana so it formed a classic
bandits mask.
"Wow I'm
unrecognisable."
"That's the idea
Katy." Susan fixed her own bandana.
“Okay – the guns are in
the car downstairs – nice and clean. We
drive to the Heights, wait for the signal, and go.”
“Gotta admit, it’s a
good plan,” JD said, “how do we lose the car?”
“We’ll abandon and
torch it on a building site a mile from here.
Walk the rest of the way.” Susan
pulled the bandana down so it sat on her chest, and pulled on some leather
gloves.
“Okay – let’s go...”
9 pm
Washington Heights
“All right,” Rochelle
said as she walked down the street with her gang, “tonight we do dis.”
“Little bitch has got
it coming,” one of the group of four said as she produced her flick knife and
twirled it in her fingers.
“Stuck up little bitch,
thinking she can humiliate me like that,” Rochelle said with a snarl, “both she
and my homegirl are gonna feel my wrath, and then I get the full membership.”
“You sure she’s gonna
be at the homie’s apartment?”
“That’s what my girl
said – so you four ready?”
From her apartment
window, Tracy could see the group looking up from across the road. Picking up her cell phone, she dialled and
said “all right – they’re in position.
Now what?”
She got her answer as a
sedan came slowly round the corner, approaching Rochelle and her girls as they
looked across the road.
“Hey – who are they,”
the girl with the knife said as she looked at the car, and tapped Rochelle on
the shoulder.
“What the fuck...”
They stared at the car
as the windows wound down, and they saw the women inside the car. All four had long black hair, and they all
had heavy eye shadow clearly visible.
Rochelle could see the tight t-shirts and waistcoats they were wearing –
as well as the bandanas tied over their mouths and faces.
She barely had time to
react before the girl in the rear of the car pointed a pistol in her direction
and fired three shots, hitting Rochelle in the chest and head.
“SHIT!”
The cries from her
friends were cut short as the two girls jumped out on the other side of the car
and started firing as well, the driver joining in, cutting the other four girls
down as they tried to run off, people diving for cover around about.
“Entra! Tenemos que
estar fuera antes que la policía arive!”
The other three girls
jumped in as the car sped off, people coming out of the bars as police sirens
could be heard getting louder.
9.30 pm
The Village
“Look, I can understand
your concern for Katy, believe me,” Caroline said as she sat with Jan, “but
she’s a bright kid – brave, foolhardy, but bright. Remind you of anyone?”
“Is this a pot calling
the kettle black moment, Dom,” Janice said with a smile. “Still, at least she’s safe with Doc
tonight.”
“She’s with Doc?”
“Yeah – why...” Jan looked at her friend, and said “what do
you know that I don’t?”
“How to make a good
bread and butter pudding?”
“Dom...”
“Okay – you’ll find out
anyway,” Dominique said. “Doc has a plan
to take out this Rochelle girl, and she was putting a team together for
tonight. If Katy is with her...”
Jan stared at Dominique
for a minute, before she took her cell phone out and looked at it. “Shit – I am going to kill her,” she said as
she stood up. “Where were they going
from?”
“Susan’s apartment –
why?”
“Because they did it –
Rochelle and four others killed in a drive by a group from Los Malos
Bellezas.” Dialling a number, she said
“Clint, it’s Jan. When are they due
back?
“Clint, don’t make me
hurt you...
“Right – tell them I’m
coming right over, and my daughter is not to move an inch until I get there!”
10 pm
Susan and Clint’s apartment
Clint opened the door
to admit the four dark haired girls, with their bandanas down around their
necks, before saying “Jan’s on her way over – I think she desires words with
you.”
“Yeah, I guessed she
might,” Doc said as there was a knock on the door, and Clint let Jan in.
“What the hell happened
out there tonight,” Jan said as she came in, and stared at Katy as she took her
wig off.
“We took care of a
problem that threatened us,” Doc said as she sat down.
"Doc who gave you
the authority to order a hit?"
"Actually I
did." Susan removed her wig. “I
could see how things were going, and it had to be done Jan.”
"Katy you do realise that was cold-blooded murder?" Jan stood
aggressively looking at her daughter.
"I owed those
bitches some payback after I had to strip."
"We removed a
cancer." Doc explained. "Everyone is better off they are dead,
especially OUR friends."
Jan sat down and shook
her head. “Katy, you need to tell me
when you are doing these things – and who are you?”
“Jan, meet JD, one of
the West Coast group and working on a certain film with Cassandra. JD, Janice Carter – Katy’s mother, FBI agent,
friend and colleague.”
“Hey,” JD said as she
removed her wig, “I’ve seen you around with Cassie.”
“Mom, I know you don’t
like this sort of thing, but we had to do it to protect Sands and the others.”
“Who did it?”
“Sorry?”
“Who fired the kill
shot on Rochelle?”
“I did,” Doc said as
she stood up.
“Okay – Katy, get
changed, we’re going home. Susan, when
does Shirley get back?”
“Monday – why?”
“We need to accelerate
my daughter’s training - I’ll talk to her then.” As she stood up, Jan said “and yeah – you did
save a lot of pain. I just wish there
had been another way.”
10.20 pm
"So did you kill
anyone Katy?"
"One maybe
two," the teenager answered in a matter of fact manner as she sat next to
her mother in the car.
"Anything you want
to say or discuss?"
"Mom,” Katy said
as she turned her head, “I know you want me to be an ordinary 13 year old, but
face it I'm now a Pussycat...just like you are, the killing comes with the
territory."
"I know, but I
never expected you to be so calm."
"Mom those bitches
were a clear and imminent threat to me and my friends. Doc was right to say
that it needed doing, and I'm glad she asked me to participate."
"Okay," Jan
felt a trifle stunned, "by the way maybe two?"
"JD and I both
shot one of them, could have been either of us killed her."
“Okay – okay, a good
night’s sleep for you young lady – it’s a school day tomorrow...”
Thursday 19th November
9 am
Xavier International
“I can see I have a lot
to catch up on next week,” Shirley said as she looked out from the computer
screen. “I am not entirely happy at the
turn of events however.”
"It had to be done
Madame." Susan smiled at the screen. "Doc came up with a plan to use
the local gang rivalry to cover it up."
"I got that Susan,” Shirley said quietly, “but I'd have still been happier
if you had cleared it with me first, or at least Juliette or Diana."
"And disturb their
trips to Europe?"
"You have a
point."
"And I can now
extract Tracy and send her home, she has been a first rate observer you
know?"
"I was
understanding that from Penny. Very well
– but allow her to remain in situ for the weekend. I will be flying in on Sunday, and wish to
see her before she returns."
“Of course Madame,”
Susan said with a smile. “Now, on other
matters...”
11 am
FBI Field Office
“Jan, Jeanne, Adam, in
here please.” Tom Callaghan shouted out of his office door.
“You called boss.”
Jeanne smiled as she walked in, Adam closing the door behind them.
“Okay Inspector can you
introduce yourself please.” Tom spoke into his speakerphone.
“Hi,” the man said in
his distinctive accent, “I’m Georges LeBlanc of the Ontario Provincial Police,
I’m heading up a team trying to work the furs robbery case.”
“I have my core team in
here Inspector, Inspector Jeanne Marais of Interpol, and Agents Adam Ball and
Janice Carter.”
“Bon soir,” Jeanne
spoke.
“Hey,” Adam and Jan
also spoke.
“Anyway what can we do
for you?”
“Well,” LeBlanc said, “maybe
you can start by telling me how you get your head round a major crime in which
so few clues get left except for dead bodies?”
“It’s not easy.” Tom
sighed.
“So what if anything do
you have Inspector?” Adam asked.
“We think 15 women did
the actual hit on the warehouse. Stolen trucks and cars that have just
vanished. A conclusion that the merchandise has long since left our
country…Need I go on?”
“No it all sounds very
familiar.” Janice spoke.
“Any actual leads?”
asked Jeanne.
“Just rumours from a
source inside Russia saying that the local mafia has suddenly come onto
possession of an awful lot of fur.”
“Any mentions of the
name Madame X?” asked Adam.
“A couple of whispers,
but we guessed hers is the only operation probably big enough to act as
middle-men in a thing of this size.”
“Any names for the
she-bitches?”
“All familiar ones from
those in the files – bar two. One was
apparently Irish, and went by the name of Miss Sidhe, while there was another
they called Miss Jaguaruino. Real ice
cold bitch by teh sound of it.”
“Talking of size do you
have a final value yet Inspector?” Tom asked.
“280 Million dollars
US.”
“Merde, that isn’t
chickenfeed!” Jeanne shook her head.
“No it isn’t, and I’m
under pressure from all sides on this.”
“Well good luck
Inspector, but chasing Pussycats as we all know is like chasing shadows.” Tom
allowed himself a small laugh.
“Well can I just thank
you for your co-operation and all the files you sent up Supervisor Callaghan.”
“I wish I could have
been of more use.”
“And I to you.”
“Well keep in touch
Inspector and we will let you know anything we hear down here.”
“Alright, well anyway
it has been a pleasure, and again Thank You.” The Canadian cop hung up.
“Poor guy – I feel for
him,” Adam said with a sigh. “Tom, can i
have a word on another matter?”
“Sure – Ladies?”
“Now what does he want
to talk to Tom alone about,” Jeanne said as she looked at Jan.
“Jeanne, I have no
idea...”
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