The Centre Cannot Hold – Part 3
Sunday 16th October
1 pm
Pocono
"And what
has got you both looking so worried?" Klaus asked Dave and Mick. "I
would have thought you'd have been enjoying yourself hugely?"
"We
are..." Mick took a sip of wine.
"But we
were just talking to the RCM pit," Dave continued, "and they've got
either a problem with the telemetry, or a potential overheating
situation."
"We were
just trying to work out what it might be."
"Ah I
understand fully," Klaus smiled, "it would be like me having inside
information from inside the players dugout during a soccer game, knowing what
is going on behind the scenes can be upsetting to your enjoyment."
"Exactly, and up here we can't be directly involved like they are down
there."
“There - it happened again!”
Heather looked
at the readout on Denice’s screen, and then said “Lover, any sign of a problem
on your end?”
“No - Denice
got a bug on her screen?”
Heather looked
at Denice, and said “I’ll answer that in two minutes. Janine – what did you find out?”
“You were
right,” Janine said as she walked in, “some of the other pits have had the same
issue.”
Heather nodded
as she looked at the screen, and then said “Ton, need a favour – tell me when
Sandy approaches turn three again.”
“Got it,” Tonia
said into the headset. “Approaching in
three… two… one…”
As Denice
watched the screen, she saw the spike, and looked at Heather.
“Someone is
playing a game – and it’s not a one we like,” Clint said as he looked
over. “Leave it with me and some of the
other pit heads…”
"So what
is going on ladies and gentlemen," Marina asked as she joined the little
group huddled round the computer on a table.
"They are
looking at just how bad a model I make darling," Kylie said with a sigh as
Sami and Kerry shook their heads.
"We aren't
Kylie," Pippa looked up from the screen, "you know damn well that
these are some beautiful images that you should be proud of."
"Wot we
are talking about are little fings I can do to make
great even better," Gio smiled. "and we do
tricks like this even for the very top models."
"That's
true Kylie," Jeannie looked at the screen, "my pictures are usually
all worked on."
"And that
doesn't worry you darling?"
"it did
once," the disabled model smiled, "I took it as a criticism of both
my work, and how I looked, but really its neither of those things."
"If we can
make incredible beauty even slightly more perfect then we are going to do it
Kylie," Pippa leaned back, "it truly is standard magazine
practice."
“Well, when you
suggested we play a game, this was not quite what I had in mind,” Steve Carlton
said as he looked up at Capricorn and Allison.
“I don’t see
you complaining,” Allison said as she stroked his cheek, “are you?”
“No – I
actually think this is – exciting,” Steve said as he pulled on his wrists. He was lying on a therapy table, his wrists
and ankles strapped to the sides with medical tape.
“Oh I can see
that,” Allison said as she stroked her hand over the bulge in his pants, and
then slowly unfastened and pulled them down, while Capricorn reached over and
kissed him fully on the lips.
“Hmmm – now why
didn’t I ask you to do that earlier,” Steve said, and then he groaned as he
felt Allison’s hand on his cock.
“Hush,”
Capricorn said as she pressed some medical tape over his mouth, and then looked
at Allison, “today, we want to take very, very special care of you, Steve
Clayton…”
Andre smiled as
he took out his cell phone, and said “yes?”
“The plan is
proceeding,” a male voice said in Russian, “they are bound by now, given the
people in that team, to have figured out someone is causing the spike
externally, and will call for help.”
“Good,” Andre
replied quietly as Anouska and Selena watched from beside him, “they are going
to contact her I am sure – be prepared to move when she comes along.”
As he put the
phone away, Selena noticed Charlotte taking her own phone out, and looking at
it. She stood up, said “excuse me a
moment, Madame” and walked over to where Helen was standing.
“Someone’s
causing a glitch deliberately?”
“It looks that
way,” Heather said into Charlotte’s ear.
“I know it’s an imposition, but any chance you can come down to the pits
and add your expertise? Clint and a
couple of others have gone to see if someone is doing it remotely on the
racecourse.”
Francesca came
over and smiled as Charlotte said “okay – I can be there in a few
minutes.” Putting her phone away, she
said “please offer my excuses if anyone asks where I have gone Mamma – there is
an issue in the team pits I need to go and help with.”
“Of course,”
Francesca said as she watched her daughter walk off.
“Where’s
Charlotte going to,” Eleanor asked as she came over.
“Heather has
asked her to go and assist with a computer problem,” Francesca said, and then
she looked at her old friend. “Why?”
“Something I
heard Mick and Dave say… I may just
follow her down,” Eleanor said as she turned.
“Eleanor,
darling, should I be…”
“No – enjoy the
race,” Eleanor said as she set off for the doors.
“Are you sure,”
Helen said as she looked at Selena.
“Am I a hundred
percent sure? No. Does my gut tell me someone on the opposing
team may pick an occasion like this to try something? Yes.”
Nodding, Helen
said “stay with Francesca – I’ll go and check with the race team.”
Steve’s eyes
were wide open as he felt Allison slip onto him, and then he groaned and closed
his eyes as she felt his grip on him, moving up and down as he started to throb
and grow larger inside her. He could
feel Capricorn’s kisses on his bare chest, her tongue running over his own
nipples as he felt something begin to stir inside himself, and started to
shake.
“Oh yeah – you
get the idea now,” Allison moaned as she felt him respond to her movements, and
felt the heat inside herself before Steve opened his eyes wide and started to
shake, giving himself to Allison as she threw her head back and groaned.
“There – that
wasn’t so bad was it,” she sighed as she kissed his chest, and then slipped off
him, removing the condom from his cock and kissing it before she looked at
Capricorn.
“My turn next,”
she said as she removed her dress, Steve staring at her chest as she walked
forward, and then rubbed them on his tape gag.
“Would you like
to kiss these, big boy,” she whispered, Steve nodding as he rubbed his gag over
them and Capricorn moaned softly.
“This way,
Ma’am,” the guard said as he opened the door to the wide tunnel, Charlotte
thanking him as she walked through, then holding her back as the door closed.
“Oh baby, you
pick now to really start kicking,” she said with a sigh as she stopped for a
second, and then walked along, not hearing the door opening and closing behind
her or the soft footsteps following her down the corridor.
Some sort of
sixth sense made her turn round, but there was no sign of anyone behind her, so
she turned and started walking again.
Eleanor stepped out of the shadows and followed behind – every sense was
screaming this was a trap, and if she was right…
Helen quietly
entered the tunnel and made her way down, keeping to the sides and to the
shadows. She could see Charlotte a ways
down, and someone else following – but as she came closer, she relaxed when she
saw it was Eleanor. “She must have some
misgivings as well,” Helen thought to herself – and then she tensed as she
heard something.
It was the
sudden opening of the door that made Charlotte whip round, as she saw the man
standing there, wearing coveralls but pointing a very real gun at her.
“You will come
with us,” he said quietly, Charlotte hearing the Russian accent as she was
grabbed from behind. She could feel the
hot breath over her head as another voce said “I do not think she will give us
too much trouble.”
“Brother, are
you wrong,” she said as she drove the heel of her shoe into his foot, making
him yelp as he let go of her. The first
man raised the gun and aimed it at her, before he said “I said you will come
with us, and you will – willingly or otherwise.”
“I don’t think
so arsehole. Carlotta – DUCK!”
As Charlotte
threw herself to the floor, Eleanor fired at the man who had been standing
behind her as he got up, watching as he dropped to his knees and then fell
forward.
“Ty chertovski suka” the armed man said as he turned and
fired, Charlotte looking up as Eleanor grunted and fell to her knees. “Oh goddess, no,” she whispered as he walked
quickly over and forced her to her feet, saying “you precious mother is going
to have to sto…”
She watched as
his head was twisted, the cracking sound clear as he dropped to the floor, and
she saw Helen standing there. “Are you
all right,” she said as she looked at Charlotte.
“I am – Eleanor…”
Both women
walked quickly over as Helen knelt down to look at Eleanor, who was holding her
arm as a dark stain spread on her shoulder.
“I’ll live –
it’s a through and through,” she said through gritted teeth. “Little Mother…”
“Thank you,”
Charlotte said quietly, and then she let out a moan before looking down. “Oh lord…”
Helen and
Eleanor looked at her, then at the floor, before Eleanor said “we’re going to
need help…”
“Piet – when
did you get into town?”
“A couple of
hours ago,” Piet said as he shook Alex’s hand, and kissed Francesca on the
cheek. “Where’s Roo?”
“She was called
down to the pits for something,” Francesca said as Alex handed the tall South
African a drink, “let me get word to the team you are here…”
Shirley smiled
as she stood with Penny and Rhenia. “I see the father to be is here, which I
think Charlotte will like,” Penny said.
“Ah good – I
see I was right to be here.”
Penny turned
suddenly as she heard the voice, and saw the tall African woman standing beside
her.
“Karen? I didn’t know you were coming here today?”
“I come where I
am needed,” the Umali said with a smile, “and I feel today is going to be the
most auspicious of days – although I fear…”
“Karen, when
you turn up I always worry,” Penny said as she took her cell phone out. “Lover, where are…” Shirley looked at her Number One as her face
suddenly hardened and she said “where are you?
“Okay – I’m on
my way, I’ll let the crew know. What
else do we need?
“I’ll inform
her as well. What can you tell me about
them?”
“Penny?”
“One moment
please,” Penny said as she listened, and then looked across the room. “Understood – stay there, I’m on my way.”
“Penny, what’s
happened?”
“There’s been
an incident,” Penny said quietly, “Shirley, can you get in touch with Clint,
tell him Charlotte has been delayed, and do they still have the problem. Karen – come with me.”
As they walked
quickly off, Penny grabbed Veronica by the arm and said “the Sisters have need
of you,” before they walked quickly out of the room – but not before Francesca
saw them.
“Would you
excuse me one moment, please,” she said to Piet and Alex, before she hurried
behind them.
“Penny? What’s happened?”
“He tried to
snatch Charlotte – Eleanor is injured, and – well, you may be about to become a
grandmother.”
“I… Pietre…”
“Not yet,”
Penny said quietly, “we need to clean a mess up first.”
“There’s a
medical room over there,” Helen said as she helped Eleanor to stand up. “Charlotte, will you be all right walking the
short distance?”
“I’ll cope,”
Charlotte said as she panted, and they walked over to a white door, “MEDICAL
ROOM” printed on the front. Helen held
Eleanor as Charlotte opened the door – and all three of them heard
“HMGHHDDDDD!!!” “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”
and “Oh shit” intermingled.
Charlotte
looked up to see Allison Clarke pulling on her dress while Capricorn Delaney
turned and looked as she straddled Steve Clayton. He raised his head, Helen raising an eyebrow
as she saw the tape over his mouth, before she said “right now, I really do not
want to know what happened here. You
have about three minutes to get him free, get dressed, and sit quietly in that
corner.”
“What happened
– Mrs Ball, have you been shot,” Allison said as she grabbed a pair of scissors
and cut Steve free, while Capricorn pulled her clothes on.
“Yes,” Eleanor
said, “and slightly more worryingly, my young friend here has broken her
waters. Do you know what that means?”
“Uhsrrhbhttt – sorry, you’re in labour,” Steve said as he
peeled the tape from his mouth.”
“HELEN!”
“In here,”
Helen said as she opened the door and Penny, Karen, Veronica and Francesca came
in.
“Carlotta,” the
Marchesa said as she knelt where Charlotte was
sitting, “what happened?”
“I’ll tell you
– in a minute,” Charlotte grunted as she looked round. “Penny, get these three out of here – without
seeing what’s out there.”
“Understood,”
Penny said as Steve fastened his jeans.
“I want you three to come out of the room, turn left, and do not look
back – I’m taking you back up to the suite.”
“Mom…”
“I’m not going
to tell them – I have other things to worry about,” Penny said, the three of
them going with her as Veronica helped Eleanor to take her top off.
“It’s a through
and through – Glock by the looks of it,” Veronica said as she looked at the
wound. “Who killed them?”
“I shot – Helen
worked,” Eleanor grunted as Veronica wiped the blood away with a sterile wipe.
“You’ll need
stitches – but you’ll live – again,” she said as she went to the side and
picked up a pair of gauze pads, pressing them to Eleanor’s shoulder as she said
“Helen – pass me the tape will you?”
“Here,” Helen
said as she looked at Francesca. “They
were Russians – they were going to use her to get to you, weren’t they?”
Francesca stood
up and nodded as Helen said “someone needs to tell me just who is behind this,
and they need to tell me very soon.”
“Yes – yes we
do, but forgive me if I delay a little while longer,” Francesca said as she
held Charlotte’s hand, “I have a bigger thing to worry about right now.”
“Tell me about
it – Karen, let me guess, you knew?”
“I may have had
word, Little Mother,” Karen said as she held her other hand.
“You found a
device,” Shirley said as she looked round.
“We did,
Madame,” Clint said over her phone. “It
had been abandoned, but it was designed to hack into the car system and send
false alerts at regular intervals.
Heather has it to examine, while Denice watches the car.”
“Very well –
I’ll keep you informed on other matters,” Shirley said as she saw Penny come
back in, the two girls and boy walking off as she came over.
“Report?”
“Eleanor and
Helen neutralized the threat – we’ll need clean up, but we have two other
problems. One of them shot Eleanor in
the shoulder – she’ll live, but we need to get her to a hospital. Veronica is with her now.”
“I can arrange
for my car to come to the entrance, and get her there,” Shirley said as she
sent a text. “The other problem?”
“Charlotte’s
waters have broken. Francesca is with
her now, but we’re going to need some medical advice.”
“Karen Boyd is
here – she’s talking to Sami Mitchell at the moment. Do we have ten minutes?”
“I believe so,
yes?”
“Okay – return
and help Helen and Francesca, text me when Eleanor and Veronica have left, and
I’ll get Karen to you.”
“Madame –
Helen…”
“I know – but
first things first. Go.”
“Short breaths,
Carlotta – just as you have been taught,” Francesca said as Charlotte squeezed
her hand.
“A bloody month
early – great,” Charlotte grunted as Penny came back in.
“Veronica – can
Eleanor move?”
“What
happened?”
Penny whirled
round to see Ed Preminger in the door, looking in.
“Our Russian
friends tried to take Charlotte,” Eleanor said as she stood up, Ed looking
outside and saying “one shot, one – a broken neck?”
“Ed, we’re
going to need discrete clean up,” Francesca said as Charlotte gripped her hand
again.
“I’ll call for
that – you were shot Eleanor?”
“We have
transport waiting Admiral Preminger,” Penny said, “but we’d rather not attract
attention at the hospital.”
“Let me talk to
the driver – I’ll tell him what to do,” Ed said as Veronica supported
Eleanor. She stopped for a moment,
looked at Charlotte, and said “good luck” before the three of them walked off.
“Okay,” Penny
said, “now for you young lady.”
“Piet is going
to hit the roof that he’s not here…”
“He is here,
Carlotta. He arrived a short while ago –
as soon as we know what’s going to happen, he will join you, but it cannot be
here.”
“Obviously
not,” Charlotte groaned as she panted again.
Looking round, Penny found a wheelchair and brought it over as Karen
helped Charlotte to sit in it. “Let’s
get you out to the corridor,” Helen said quietly, “before we get some help for
you.”
“Pietre,” Ken Boyd said as he shook hands, “so you managed
to get over for a little while as well?”
“I did indeed,”
Piet said as Shirley looked at her phone, and then walked over as Karen came
from the other direction. “I just wonder
where Roo has got to.”
“I’ve got a
message from her,” Shirley said as Karen joined them, “and for Karen as well.”
“Now why would…
oh,” Karen said as she looked at Ken.
“Where is she?”
“Why would you
wonder where Roo is, Karen unless…. O liewe Here, het sy gegaan in arbeid? “
“Well, if she’s
asking for me, looks like she might be,” Karen said as she handed Ken her water
glass. “Where are they?”
“She’s been
helped by Penny and Francesca to where an ambulance is coming. Come with me and I’ll take you there. Ken, would you let the others know?”
“I’ll start
spreading the word – call me,” Ken said as Andre looked on with Anouska and
Selene.”
“Chto proiskhodit?”
“Pokhozhe, chto miss Sharlotta
van der Pil nachala rozhat' - ya uznayu,
chto yeye muzh ukhodit s etoy zhenshchinoy.”
Andre and
Anouska looked at Selena, before he stood up and said “excuse me” and walked
off.
“So Little
Mother is about to be a mother,” Anouska whispered, “a most bountiful day…”
“Mister Kannenikov – are you all right?”
Andre turned
suddenly as he saw Nessa Richmond standing behind him.
“Forgive me,
Madame Richmond,” Andre said as he regained his composure, “an unexpected
message from home. I had hoped we would
have the chance to talk, but I fear I may have to leave shortly.”
“Well,” Nessa
said with a smile, “allow me to say one thing before you go.”
“And that is?”
Nessa smiled as
she walked up to him, and whispered into his ear “if you dare threaten any
action against my family, in whatever form, I will personally see to it that it
is the last thing you ever do. I know
who you are, I know what you threatened – and you have picked the wrong people
to try this on. Do I make myself clear?”
She stepped
back, smiled and turned away, Andre rubbing his chin as he thought her message
over.
“ROOO!”
“There you are
you big lug,” Charlotte said as Piet came running to her, “you should have told
me you were coming.”
“Blow that – is
it really time already?”
“Well, her
contractions are starting,” Karen said as she looked at Piet, “and that sure
looks like an ambulance out there.”
“Piet – this is
Karen Kumalo, a friend from Zim,” Charlotte panted
out as she gripped his hand.
“Nice to meet
you – we talk later,” he said as two paramedics came in.
“I will make
some calls – where are you going?”
“St Luke’s” the
paramedic said as they wheeled Charlotte out, Karen nodding as she took her
phone out.
“Teacher? This is Karen – it is time to offer all
prayers and send the messages…”
“Excuse me,
Madame,” Penny said as she looked at Mary Clarke and Cassandra Stone, “a small
piece of business I need to take care of.”
“Of course,”
Shirley said as her phone rang. “Shirley
Xavier?”
"Shirley
it's Agnes."
"Hi Agnes,”
Shirley said quietly “how are you all doing?"
"Recovering from a VERY successful party."
"Good."
"Look -
the reason I've phoned is something that may or may not be important, but which
I thought that maybe both you and Kay needed to know."
"Sounds
intriguing."
"You know
Colin Gresham-Fox is in Brussels for this Brexit thing?"
"I
did."
"Well he
phoned Sue, and she thought something he said was interesting enough that she
phoned me, and I am now phoning you..."
"Is it
that serious?" Shirley interrupted.
"Possibly,"
Agnes took a deep breath, "Colin was chatting with several of the
political guys there and it seems the Sisters of Maisha became a topic of
conversation."
"Okay,"
Shirley paused, "what was said?"
"One of
the Poles said he'd heard that the Russians were very unhappy with the Sisters.
That they think the Sisters are poking their noses in where they aren't wanted...Especially
in the US."
"Oh
crap," Madame whispered under her breath, "How well is this Polish
chap informed?"
"Very it
seems, and he wasn't the only one to have heard the story, a Rumanian diplomat
backed him up."
"Did they
have any clue that talking to Colin this might get back to us by a circuitous
route?"
"Sue
doesn't think so, she thinks it was just late night drink fueled
gossip, but I do think you ought to know.
"I agree
Agnes, and thank you for ringing."
"How was
Aggie?" asked Caroline as Shirley put her phone away, “and where did
Francesca go?”
"She was
fine, but she passed on some serious news....You and I need to talk."
VA Hospital
“INCOMING!”
The doctor
looked over as Veronica opened the door and helped Eleanor in.
“Commander
Veronica Joyce, USCGI – this is Captain Eleanor Ball. Admiral Preminger should have called?”
“He did – this
way,” he said as he showed them into a waiting room, Eleanor groaning as she
sat down and he examined the wound.
“Any idea what
did this?”
“Glock – and
it’s classified,” Eleanor said quietly.
“Understood –
well, it’s a clean wound, so let’s get you patched up…”
Pocono
“Goddess,”
Caroline whispered, “Eleanor?”
“Taken for
treatment and Charlotte is on her way to the hospital as well. I understand Admiral Preminger is instigating
clean up.”
"So,”
Caroline said quietly, “you think that the shit that just happened is the
action against the Sisters that Colin heard about?"
"I fear so Caroline," Shirley paused to collect her thoughts,
"Charlotte is probably the most visible face of the Sisters, if they think
the Sisters are who Francesca and all the others are acting for then she makes
a logical target."
"Well we
know from our own sources that most intelligence and police agencies believe
that they have been penetrated by the Sisterhood, why should the Russians
believe anything different?"
"On that I
agree."
"Do we
have them so worried though that they'd do something this risky?"
"That is a
million dollar question my dear Caroline, and one that really we need answers
to right now."
"I could
grab the Dancer and try squeezing him, I'm sure Carina would love to help
me."
"It's an
idea,” Shirley said, “but I think that maybe Penelope might be better placed to
talk to him, she is after all Helen's lover and that buys her a certain in
status."
"Agreed," Caroline nodded, "shall I brief Penny, or will
you?"
“You do it, I
need to let people know what has happened to Charlotte in part.”
“Penny,”
Caroline said as she walked quickly over, “you know what has happened?”
“Oh yes – why?”
“We need you to
have a quiet chat with Dancer – it looks like the Russians wanted to hit the
Sisters as well.”
"Damn
it… Can this wait until after I've
talked to a couple of other people first Dom?" Penny whispered.
"About
what the two youngsters were up to with that kid?"
"You
heard," Penny smiled. "With all of them being well under age I think
it’s safer having parents and friends deal with this, not anyone
official."
"Alright,
but when you are finished then Madame and I need talk to you, and you need to talk
to 'him'."
"Okay, I
can do that. Give me five minutes,”
Penny said as she put her smile on, and walked to Cassandra.
“Cassandra,
Mary – can I have a quiet word with both of you please,” she said as she
steered he two women into a quiet corner.
“Okay, I want
you both to sit down, and I want you just to listen and say nothing until I am
finished. A few things have happened in
the last hour – one of which is Charlotte has gone into labour.”
“Already –
isn’t she not due for another month,” Cassandra said quietly.
“Well, that’s
not going to be a problem now, I assure you,” Penny said, “but – look, I found
her in a corridor, and got her into a medical room while I called for
Francesca. Only – there were already
some people in the medical room.”
“There
were? Who,” Mary asked.
Penny took a
deep breath, and said “Allison and Capricorn – and Steve Clayton.”
“Oh,” Mary
said, “and what were they doing there?
Playing Doctors and Nurses?”
“Not quite,”
Penny said quietly as Cassandra’s eyes opened wide. “How much not quite,” she said quietly.
“Well – if I
said Yankee Stadium?”
Cassandra
looked at Penny as Mary said “I don’t get it.”
“I do – and
Steve was the pitcher?”
“He was – and I
think he was a willing player, but you two need to talk to them make sure they
understand.”
Mary suddenly
gasped as she said “oh my god – but she’s barely thirteen!”
“They all are,”
Cassandra said quietly. “Thanks Penny –
leave this with us…”
VA Hospital
“Right,” the
nurse said as she finished securing the dressing to Eleanor’s shoulder. “Rest for a few days, and you should be all
right. The doctor will come and see you
in a few minutes.”
“Thank you,”
Eleanor said as she slipped a jumper on.
"Am I
right in saying that we need keep no official records of this Captain?"
the senior nurse asked.
"If that's
your way of asking if this is national security related, then yes, this should
not officially have ever happened."
"I
understand," the nurse spoke to a couple of the younger nurses, "they
know now that they need to forget whatever they might see and hear."
"Thank
you," Eleanor took a breath, "has anyone informed my son and his
family?"
“What do you
think?”
Eleanor and
Veronica watched as the doctor looked to the door, where a thirteen year old
girl was standing in a coverall, the top buttons open and the legs tucked into
short four inch heeled boots.
"You think
you can keep this secret from us?" Katy stood hands on hips, "Uncle
Adam is just parking the car."
“Jan and
Katherine?”
“Mom’s on the
track, and Gran is still feeding the crew,” Katy said as Adam joined her. “Mom – what happened?”
“Someone tried
to kidnap a friend – I stopped them, but got shot in the process,” Eleanor said
as she stood up. “Veronica brought me
here, for a bit of privacy. How’s the
race going?”
“They’re in the
lead for now – but who shot you Gran,” Katy asked.
“Foreign agents
– and I really can’t say more than that at this stage. Charlotte?”
“I think she’s
on her way to the main hospital now,” Adam said as Katy looked at the others.
“Charlotte? They tried to snatch Charlotte?”
“They failed –
that’s the important thing…”
Pocono
“Sheesh,” Tom
Callaghan said as he looked at the covered bodies, “what the hell happened down
here.”
"The key
thing is, it stopped something worse,” Ed Preminger said as the trolleys were
brought in. “Mr Callaghan - can I rely
on you and the FBI to keep this quiet?"
"It all happened in a fairly public way Admiral, but I spoke to my
superiors, and they'd clearly already heard from your people, so we will do
what we can to make sure that no one reports this ever happened."
"Thank you
Mr Callaghan..."
"My name
is Tom Admiral, and well Eleanor Ball is sort of like family."
"I
understand," the naval man smiled, "and you can call me Ed if you
wish."
"Thank you
Sir."
"So are we
likely to see 'Rupert' here this afternoon now?"
“I don’t know –
he tends to appear when he is least expected…”
“Tom – Admiral
Preminger.”
They both
turned to see Rupert Brooks standing there, his hands in his pockets as he
looked round. “Well – I see we have a
mess that is been cleaned up here. They
are confirmed Russian agents?”
“Your experts
are checking now, but eye witnesses confirm the Russian accents,” Ed said
quietly.
“And those eye
witnesses?”
“A full report
will be with you by tomorrow morning Rupert – can’t say more than that.”
“Whatever has
been going on, Admiral, Tom – it needs to be stopped now.”
“If I am
right,” Ed said quietly, “whoever is behind this is about to discover the
biggest can of whoop-ass as it is dropped on him. The kidnap target was the daughter of the Marchesa di Cambrello.”
Rupert looked
at both of them, and said “Ah.
Right. Let me have tickets for
the ringside seats, will you?”
St Vincent’s Hospital
“Dr Boyd? Dr Cameron, duty obstetrician. How is the patient?”
“Getting fed up
already,” Charlotte said as she panted while holding Piet and Francesca’s
hands.
“Well, it’s a
good sign that you’re getting upset,” Karen said with a smile. “Charlotte van der Byl,
approx. 36 weeks, waters broke about two hours ago, contractions coming every
three to four minutes.”
“Deep breaths,
Roo,” Piet said as Francesca felt a throbbing in her pocket. “I will be back in a few minutes,” she said
as she stepped out of the room, taking a deep breath and looking at her phone.
“Francesca?”
“Marianne –
word has reached you?”
“I had a call
from Teacher – is she really about to give birth?”
“A short while
yet, but yes, she is in labour,” Francesca said as a familiar song played in
the background.
“Okay, I know
that tone – what else has happened Francesca?”
“Nothing that
need concern you or John, Marianne, be assured of that. Can you let Piet’s parents know the news?”
“John has
already phoned them.”
“Good – I will
keep you updated,” Francesca said as she ended the call, and looked out of the
window.
“We stopped
them, Marchesa?”
“For now
Karen,” Francesca said without looking round, “but they were the symptoms. We still need to excise the cause. Is there any news on Eleanor?”
“She has been
treated – her son and granddaughter are with her now. Francesca – I counsel caution.”
“I always am
cautious,” Francesca said quietly. “But
now, my place, my focus, is here.”
“And after
that?”
“There will be
a reckoning of some kind, if it does not happen before…”
Karen looked at
Francesca, before she heard another voice say “Marchesa?”
“Hannah – you
have heard?”
“I have,” she
said as she bowed to Karen, “and as a Sister, I wanted to remind you of what
you said to me when we first met.”
Looking at her
assistant, Francesca said “and what is that?”
“That if we are
called to act as Sisters, and we do so out of anger, that is the wrong motive.”
Francesca shook
her head and smiled as she said “and that is wise counsel – thank you Hannah.”
“Francesca? We need you in here…”
10 pm Local Time
Botswana
The training camp for the Sisters of
Maisha
“Is there any
word,” Poison asked as she came into the mess hall, and looked at those
gathered there.
“Not yet – we
wait, we pray, we hope,” Teacher said as Liz looked at Leader. “Although I did hear Karen was there.”
“So what do we
do about someone attacking Little Mother?”
“We are already
doing it,” Leader said quietly, “some of our newest sisters are delivering a
message to certain people on our behalf.”
“And that
message is?”
“Do not wake
the sleeping bear – not if you wish to survive the experience.”
Poison nodded
as she said “still – let’s all hope she gets through this, eh?”
5 pm
Pocono racecourse
“So you’re
coming back here?
“All right,
Adam,” Jan said as she looked at her mother, “once the race is over, we’ll come
up as fast as we can. Any word on
Charlotte?”
“No – no, of
course not. See you in a while
lover.” As she put her cell phone away,
Katherine handed her a salad.
“Who would want
to do this to her, Jan?”
“Whoever it is,
I think they may be about to find they have made a great mistake…”
“Excuse me –
Mister Kannenikov?”
Andre turned
round and smiled as he said “It’s Penelope Harker, isn’t it – Helen’s
partner? I don’t think we’ve had the
pleasure of meeting before.”
“No – no,
somehow, that has not managed to happen before now. I wonder if I could have a quiet word with
you – over there?”
“Of course,”
Andre said as they walked into a corner, while Shirley and Caroline looked on.
“I’ve had
security stepped up at the New York offices,” Caroline said quietly.
“The same has
happened at Aldwych and LA,” Shirley said in response, “We need to contain
this. There is a growing list of people
who may wish this ended – I have sent Hannah to make sure Francesca does not
call Vendetta in anger.”
Caroline nodded
as Penny looked over, and said “I want you to listen very carefully Mr Kannenikov, and I want you to pay heed to what I say. I was in the link tunnel downstairs, and I
saw the outcome of the attempt to kidnap my friend Charlotte.”
“Someone tried
to kidnap Mrs van der Byl? Miss Harker, I assure you, I am saddened to
hear that was…”
“I know you
were behind it, Dancer.”
Andre looked at
her before saying “Well, I am a dancer, but you make it sound like a term of
disrepute…”
“Only when used
in the sense I mean it. I’m British, Mr Kannenikov, so I am outside whatever plans you and your –
superiors – may have for what is currently been debated in this country. But today, you overstepped the line, so now I
do have to get involved.
“And, what is
worse, she is a friend of Helen’s as well.
I wonder if you realise just how big a pile of guano you have waded deep
into? But then, I know you have more
than one face, Mr Kannenikov, and I have to tell you,
your superiors are not going to be pleased.
Two of their operatives killed, and a senior member of US Intelligence
injured by a gunshot wound…”
“Penelope,”
Andre said in a quiet, dangerous voice, “I strongly advise you to consider your
next words carefully. I do not believe
you are aware of who I am…”
“I am fully
aware, Dancer – because I am a Sister as well, and today you tried to take a
very important person in that group. Add
to that who her mother is…”
“The Marchesa?” Penny
smiled as Andre suddenly looked round the suite.
“She is with
her daughter – but when she returns, I suspect she will want words with a lot
of people, including you. So just answer
me one question.
“Why?”
He looked into
Penny’s eyes, and nodded as he replied “because she and those she works with
are a serious impediment to my cause, and they must be stopped.”
“Thank you for
your honesty,” Penny said as she reached down, and grabbed his scrotum. “Here’s my advice,” she said as she gripped
tightly, “make your reports, and leave this country by the end of the
week. Because if you do not, I and those
I represent will come for you – and we do not make mistakes.”
“I see why
Helen is in love with you,” Andre grunted, “you are a match for her.”
“No – I am the
softer of us,” Penny said quietly as she walked off, “so answer me one more
question – were you the one who betrayed her and her mother?”
Andre felt the
grip tighten, and then nodded as Penny said “thank you – we will be watching”
and let go, Andre sitting down as she walked away. She did not see Helen as she went past, her
partner standing with her back against the wall, trying to process what she had
heard…
6 pm
St Vincent’s
“O, liewe God, hoekom maak die hel soveel
seer?”
“Ek weet Roo, maar ons is hier by jou” Piet said as he mopped her brow, while Francesca held
her hand.
“Okay
Charlotte,” Karen said as she looked up from between her legs, “it’s miracle
time. When the contractions start again,
bear down with all your might.”
“How… How much longer…”
“Soon, soon,”
Francesca said quietly as she gripped her hand.
“Okay then,
because OHMYGODDDESSSSHEREEEEWEGOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“That’s great,”
Karen said as Dr Cameron looked on, “I can see the head crowning now. Another push, Charlotte.”
The young woman
grunted and panted, and then screamed out as she pushed down again.
“Okay – the
head is out,” Karen said with a smile, “one more push and it will all be over.”
“Then I rest?”
“Then you get
all the rest you need,” Francesca said as Piet looked down.
“And…” Charlotte screamed out as she pushed down
again – and then the room was filled with the sound of a baby crying.
“It’s a girl,” Karne said with a smile as Charlotte looked down, “a
beautiful baby girl. Let the nurse clean
her up, and then you can hold her.”
“We have a
daughter,” Piet said as the nurse took the baby away, as Charlotte said “I
thought there were no more…”
“It’s the
placenta, Carlotta my angel,” Francesca said as she kissed her daughter’s
forehead. “Now it has passed, that is
all, is it not Doctor Boyd?”
“It is indeed,”
Karen said with a smile. “We’ll get you
cleaned up and you need a couple of stitches, but very well done Charlotte.”
“And here is
your daughter,” the nurse said as she brought the baby over and laid her in
Charlotte’s arms. “Seven pounds three
ounces.”
“Hello
gorgeous,” Charlotte said as she stroked her cheek with her finger, “welcome to
the world. This is your father, and your
grandmother.”
“Hallo my pragtige meisie” Piet said as a
tear started to roll down his cheek.
“Have you
decided on any names yet,” Dr Cameron said as she looked over.
“We have,”
Charlotte said as she looked at Piet, then at her mother, “but I am adding one
after what has happened today. Mamma,
may we present Francesca Eleonora Carlotta – Frances
Eleanor Charlotte van der Byl.”
Francesca
nodded as she allowed Frances to hold her finger. “Thank you,” she whispered as she smiled, and
then looked up. For a moment, she
thought she saw her parents and John watching from the side of the room, and
smiled even more.
“I need to call
my parents,” Piet said as the nurse took Frances, “give them the good
news. Is there anyone else I can call?”
“I’ll call
Shirley, let her spread the news,” Francesca said with a smile as she looked at
Karen.
“With your
permission, I wish to stay a moment – offer my own blessing,” the Umali said
quietly.
“Come Piet,”
Francesca said as she took him by the arm, and guided him out as Karen said
“now then, let’s get you cleaned, and then we find you a room to rest for the
night…”
6.30 pm
Pocono Racecourse
“May I have
your attention please?”
The room turned
and looked at Shirley as she stood at the microphone.
“First, I want
to thank you all for coming today – the team is holding first at the moment,
and the evening buffet is open.
“Second – and
far more important – I have some good news.
Frances van der Byl has been safely delivered
– a baby girl for Piet and Charlotte, mother and baby are doing well.”
"So any other
news you care to impart, dear brother?" Nessa said as she sat with Alex
and the others.
"Only that Mother and daughter will be fine," Alex nibbled at his
food. “And Francesca will be back soon.”
"Well,” Nessa said as she sipped her drink, “it's one christening you won't
be asked to conduct I suspect..."
"Maybe not
directly," Alex smiled, "Francesca and Charlotte had a few words with
me a few weeks ago, and they asked if I'd assist George Gordon with the
ceremony and give the baby a blessing."
"I suppose
that makes sense," Nessa paused, "so does that mean the christening
will be in that chapel in Naples where they held the wedding?"
"Either
there, or Francesca is looking for some way that Frances can be christened in
the family chapel at the palazzo. It seems that's something of a family tradition."
"That
Charlotte's father broke when he and Francesca broke-up and he had her baptized
as a protestant."
"Exactly." Looking round, he said “did you talk to
Mister Kannenikov?”
“We had a few
words – I suspect he is not interested in Richmond Fund support. Something in his manner…”
St Vincent’s
"Who was
that you were on the phone to Boss?" Hannah said as she passed Francesca a
cup of hospital coffee.
"George Gordon,” Francesca said as she took a sip, and then looked at the
cup. “What is this?”
“They called it
coffee,” Hannah said as she sat down.
“Anyway, as
Charlotte's only remaining family on her father’s side I think it would have
been rude if I hadn't phoned him straight away."
"Even in
the middle of the night over there?"
"Yes even
this late, and you can hardly talk young woman," Francesca smiled, "I
heard you on the phone to Peri."
"Okay you
got me," Hannah laughed back, "and she and Betty were both thrilled
and asked if I'd pass on their congratulations."
"That was
kind of them," the Contessa glanced at her watch, "I'll wait till a
more civilised hour to ring Uncle Claudio, and also talk to Elia about a press
release announcing the news."
"That
sounds like a plan."
"I hope it
is, and I'm sure I'll remember other people who deserve to be told directly as
well."
"Pieter is
phoning Lily he said so she can tell a lot of the people in Madame's London
office."
"Good. Karen – how are they?”
“Charlotte
wants to see you,” the young African woman said as she sat with them, “and then
I suspect she needs some rest. I
understand some friends will be coming to watch over her.”
“Indeed –
Caroline is sending them, and some Sisters are coming from the West Coast.”
“I will stay
until they come – I suspect you and Hannah will need to get back to the
racecourse – after you have bid them a good night. Come with me…”
7.15 pm
Pocono Racecourse
“Eleanor,”
Shirley said as she saw her coming in with Adam and Veronica, “how are you?”
“I’ll live –
what have I missed?”
“I believe Tom
and Ed Preminger want a word with you eventually – but for now, perhaps a
drink?”
“It’ll need to
be a soft one – I have antibiotics just in case. Charlotte?”
“Gave birth an
hour or so ago to a girl – Francesca will tell you when she returns.”
“How angry is
she?”
“Hannah has
calmed her down – now sit, watch the rest of the race.”
“Katy – what
happened? How is Aunt Eleanor?”
“She’ll live
Gran – she stopped something worse happening, and was injured, but they’ve
treated that,” Katy said as Jan came over.
“She’s back upstairs now with Adam and Veronica.”
“Good,”
Katherine said, “come and help me with the coffees.”
“Any word on
Charlotte?”
“A baby girl –
both fine. Come on – you’re needed
here…”
"Concentrate
everyone," Henri spoke into his microphone, "I know we are all
worried about other things, but for now we have a race to win."
"Roger
that," Sandy said as she flashed by the pits.
"How are things looking Heather?"
"Looking
fine Henri,” Heather said as she looked up, “Denice and I aren't seeing
anything we haven't seen before here at Pocono once the sun sets and they put
the lights on."
"The wear
on that last set of tires was pretty good as well," Clint's voice came
through the earpieces.
"Bon,"
Henri looked down at the clipboard that Janine was holding, "how are
things looking from up there Tonia?"
"Sandy has
plenty of room, but she needs to watch if the Clayton car suddenly comes to a
stop."
"Does Stev have problems?"
"According
to his spotter Sandy, he says they are very worried that the engine won't make
it to the end of the race. It's why he's been dropping back."
"Understood,
in a way it’s a pity though - I sort of enjoy battling that big Jaguar of
his."
“Let us fight
our own battles, everyone…”
"Aunty
Charlotte is at the hospital getting a baby," Judith told Jennifer as they
sat eating.
"Why does she have to go to the hospital?" the other little girl said
as she stopped eating.
"Because
that's where Mommies go to get babies," Judith said with certainty.
"How do
you know?"
"Well it's
where my Mommy Annie went to get Rudy and Mags."
Jennifer sat
thinking for a moment. "Do you
think that's where my Daddy went to get me? Remember i
don't have a Mommy."
"I don't
know," Judith's brows knitted while she thought about that. "Perhaps
he sent Orlanda to get you?"
Jennifer
thought for a moment, and then nodded.
“That makes sense, I think – but there was someone before her. Dadda?”
“Yes dear,”
George said as he sat with the girls.
“Did Orlanda collect me from the hospital when I came? Judith said that is why Aunty Charlotte is at
one now.”
George smiled -
a sad smile, before he said “no Jenn – it was your mother who was at the
hospital. She’s not here any more.”
“Oh – where is
she Dadda?”
“Watching you
and smiling at everything you do from Heaven,” George said, “but Orlanda does look after you now.”
“I like Orlanda, Jenn-Jenn – she’s funny.”
“So do I,”
Jennifer said as George smiled at her.
"What is
it with the Sinners that we can't seem to have a big group occasion without
someone popping out a baby?" Alice laughed.
"It is something of a pattern," Duncan laughed as well.
"Well, it's a good thing then that my wife is a member of the group
then," Ken Boyd said as he sat down with his friends. “And yes, I am remembering John came at
Shirley’s party!”
"It's a DAMN good thing," Jo spoke as she and Curt joined the group,
"and I hope that I'm never in the position of needing her services in
circumstances like this."
"So you two aren't...?" Alice lifted a brow
"Not at
least until I've finished college, grad school, and got my practice up and
running...No way I'm getting pregnant till then."
"Those can
be famous last words," Duncan smiled, “we weren't going to have children
till Alice had presented her first collection in New York, but well - fate
intervened."
"We are taking every precaution to avoid that," Curt smiled.
“Every
precaution?”
“Well – every
one short of abstinence…”
"Well
darlings a toast to Frances," Kylie said as she held up her glass.
"To
Frances," her friends echoed as they clinked their glasses.
"So do you
think Aunt Sandy will be starting a book on how tall Frances will be?"
Jeannie asked as she sipped her champagne.
"Well Piet
is extremely tall, so is her Mom, and I heard so was Charlotte's father,
so I'm guessing at least five ten."
"But
Charlotte herself is tiny Doc," Melinda crinkled her nose as she sipped
the unfamiliar champagne, "so what happens if the baby has inherited those
genes?"
"She has a
point," Erica smiled happily, "but it's fun to speculate."
"I heard
that she has traces of the same red hair her Mom has," Nikki tried to
decide if her parents might object to a second glass of champagne.
"So a tall
natural redhead," Kylie looked across the room towards Missy as she
chatted with Maddie and Emma, "I wonder how long before someone starts
offering a model contract?"
“Oh no – I
suspect they may object to that,” Doc said with a grin.
“There you
are.”
“Oh – hi Mom,”
Capricorn said as she turned to see Cassandra standing behind her, “having
fun?”
“In a way –
want to come with me for a minute?
Something I want to talk to you about.”
“Sure,” the
young girl said as she followed her mother – and then stopped as she saw
Allison sitting with Mary.
“Sit down,”
Cassandra said as she looked at her daughter, “and tell me exactly what you did
this afternoon.”
She looked at
Allison, before she said “Did Helen talk to you?”
“No – Penny,”
Mary said quietly. “So my first question
– did you really do that Allison?”
As she looked
at her older sister, Allison considered lying, but then said “it’s true, Mary –
but Steve was a willing partner in it.”
“And did you…”
Allison nodded
as Capricorn said “Mom, I know it sounds bad…”
“It sounds bad
when Toni and the others talk about the stadium – but they were eighteen,
Capricorn. You’re a bit younger – a lot
younger.”
“But Katy…”
“Is not my
daughter – and trust me, Jan was not happy about that either.” Cassandra rubbed her eyes, before she said “I
guess it’s natural, but – just tell me you took precautions?”
“We both did,”
Allison said, “and I’ve been taking the pills Mary. Please, don’t tell Dad…”
“I’m not going
to, but we are going to talk about this when we get home,” Mary said quietly.
“There you are
lover,” Penny said as Helen came over.
"Penny
darling,” Helen said quietly, “what do you know about Uncle Andre that you and
the others aren't telling me?"
"What
makes you say that darling?"
"I
overheard you earlier giving him a talking to," Helen looked for clues in
her lovers eyes. Penny sighed, and said
“yeah – we do need to tell you, but we’ve been trying to figure out how.”
“Helen.”
Both women
turned to see Eleanor standing there.
“Helen, thank you,” she said quietly as she held her shoulder, “for
everything. You want to know why Penny
had words with Andre – are you sure you want the answer to that question?”
“Eleanor…”
“All right,
I’ll tell you…”
Andre looked
over and watched as Helen stood with Penny and Eleanor – the older woman had
her arm in a sling, and the tight knot in his stomach was growing tighter. He then saw Helen suddenly turn and look in
his direction, and then walk quickly over.
“Maestro,”
Selena said quietly, “Madame wonders if you will meet her for lunch
tomorrow. We can finalise the details of
her funding then.”
“Of course,”
Andre said as he stood up, “forgive me, I must take care of something…”
Monday 17th October
7.30 am Local Time
Hong Kong
Catherine Lu’s Apartment
“Good morning
Beverley,” Catherine said as she came into the kitchen, “have you had your
morning workout already?”
“I have
Mistress,” Bev said as she stood in her leotard, bowing from the waist. “Have you heard anything from New York?”
“I just read a
message – Charlotte has given birth to a baby girl, to be called Francesca or
Frances, depending on where she is.”
“That is indeed
good news – shall I make arrangements for a gift to be sent?”
“That would be
good,” Catherine said as she heard the ping on her laptop. Looking at the icon, she clicked on it and
saw Helen.
“Helen, I was
just saying to Beverley…”
“Forgive me,
Honoured Mistress, may I speak in private?”
“Allow me to
cleanse myself, and I will deal with the gift,” Bev said as she bowed again and
walked off. Catherine waited until she
had gone, before she said “Helen, what is wrong?”
“Honoured
Mistress – are you aware of the work that is been undertaken by Caroline and
others here in New York?”
“I am aware they,
alongside other groups, are looking into a possible attempt to influence
American politics by, shall we say, foreign powers. Why?”
“An attempt was
made today to kidnap Charlotte – Eleanor Ball and I prevented it, although she
was injured…”
“Seriously?”
“She lives –
but Mistress…” Catherine could see the
look in Helen’s eyes as she said “Penny tells me that Uncle Andre was behind
it. How…
How is that possible?”
Catherine
looked to the door as she heard water running, and said “Penny would not lie to
you, Helen. If she says it is, she is
telling the truth.”
“But why would
he? Surely he is not a…”
“Helen, will
you do something for me?” Catherine asked quietly.
“I serve at
your pleasure Mistress.”
“What do you
remember of the day you and your mother fled to the West?”
Helen looked at
Catherine for a moment, before she said “I was a little child Mistress, only a
few years old.”
“I know – but
what memories do you have?”
“We… We were visiting Washington with the
corps. I remember sitting with my father
and mother in the hotel room as they talked – they were afraid, anxious, but my
mother was holding me, kissing me as she spoke.
“Then my father
looked out of the window, and he told my mother we had to go. She told me we were going to go for a drive,
and she put a coat on me, before she too put a coat on. I remember sitting on the bed as my parents
kissed each other, and then he picked me up and we left the room.”
“Go on,”
Catherine said quietly.
“We went down
some stairs, and outside – it was dark, but the street lights were at the end
of the alley, and I remember seeing a car there. We started to walk towards it – and then
someone shouted at us to stop.”
Helen looked at
Catherine, a tear in her eye as she said “My mother and father looked at each
other, and she took me – the scent of her perfume as she ran with me close to
her chest.”
“Do you
remember seeing your father?”
“I could not
forget that sight,” Helen said, “a man was standing with my father, and he had
something against his head. I remember
his smile as he told us to run, and the look on…
“The look
on…” Helen suddenly fell silent as she
looked at Catherine, her eyes wide, as she said “There was a flash of light,
and I saw the other man’s face - Eto byl dyadya Andre ...”
“Helen,”
Catherine said quietly, “you know it was common practice at the time for KGB
agents to be placed in sports and other cultural groups. Is it possible…”
“Forgive me,
Honoured Mistress,” Helen said as she bowed, “it is just that memory – and they
never really stop, do they?”
“May I offer
some counsel, Helen? Do nothing at this
time, seek counsel with the Mongoose and the Swan tomorrow – and then talk to
those you trust over there, including Penny.
If he is indeed behind the events of today, then they may already have
plans. And what is more, the Marchesa will have something to say as well…”
“Your counsel
is wise, Honoured Mistress,” Helen said as she bowed. “I will go to Penny now.” As the call ended, Beverly came in and said
“is there a problem, Honoured Mistress?”
“No – at least,
not one we can help with in person,” Catherine said quietly.
Sunday 16th October
9 pm
Pocono Racetrack
“Ladies and
Gentlemen,” Shirley said into the microphone as the doors opened, “I see we
have Francesca back with us. How are
they?”
“Mother and
baby fine, Father still taking it in at the hospital,” Francesca said before
the room broke into a round of applause.
"Congratulations
Francesca," Nessa said as she pressed a glass of champagne into the
Italian woman's hand, “and welcome to 'the club'."
"Club?"
"The Grandmotherhood, I maybe should call it," Nessa
laughed.
"I'm still
not sure..."
"Just
accept that now you are a Grandmother you will have to live with that label the
rest of your life darling."
"I guess I
will," Francesca smiled as she realised what Nessa was actually saying.
"I refuse to be responsible though for my actions if anyone starts
implying this means I'm getting old."
"Oh anyone
who is idiotic enough to say that deserves whatever they have coming,"
Nessa laughed again.
"So what
is she like?" Alex asked as he gave Francesca a kiss on the cheek.
"All I can
see is both my Carlotta...and James..." her voice trailed off.
"A true
Gordon then?"
"At this
moment."
“Well there is
still time,” Juliette said as she came over to offer her congratulations, “so
don’t worry yet. Piet must still be in
shock.”
“He’s not the
only one – for a start, this means young Francesca is South African and American
if they so desire, as well as Italian…”
“True – you
know, if she chose American citizenship, she could one day be president. Imagine that – Marchesa
Francesca Eleonora Carlotta van der Byl, Madame
President.”
Francesca shook
her head as she heard Eleanor say “they name her after me?”
“In part,” she
said as she turned to see Eleanor with Adam.
“How are you?”
“Well, I’m here
– so that’s a good thing.”
"You know,”
Francesca said quietly, “it suddenly occurred to me that all the gifts and toys
that James never let Carlotta receive will now have someone else to love them
and play with them."
"I'm sure
Frances will do just that Francesca," Eleanor said as she hugged her
friend, then winced slightly.
"Are you
truly alright Eleanor?" Francesca looked worried.
"I will
be. After all, it’s hardly the first time I've been shot."
"Not the first? Mom are there some things you've never told me?"
Adam's jaw dropped.
"Oh they
were just minor, nothing really," Eleanor cast a warning glance at Francesca
not to reveal more.
"Returning
to the baby though," Juliette tried to reframe the conversation, "I
can just imagine how proud your own Mother would be if she was here
Francesca."
"Mama
would be practically floating on air I think, and Papa would almost certainly
be already making arrangements to ensure her future."
“And James?”
“Would be
sitting with Piet and discussing the future,” Francesca said with a smile. “Eleanor, would you hold this for a moment –
I need to…”
“Of course,”
Eleanor said as Francesca walked to the rest rooms, smiling as she accepted the
congratulations. Entering the room, she
stood and looked at the mirror for a few minutes, before she said as a tear
went down her cheek “Oh James, I wish you had been here to see this as well.”
“Oh be assured,
he saw her, Francesca.”
"Hello
Princess Lexa," Francesca smiled as she saw the ghostly reflection in the
powder room mirror. “I wondered if you
might make an appearance.”
"Congratulations Francesca," the apparition smiled as the Italian
turned to look at her. “Quite an
eventful night by all accounts, but the joy is clear in your eyes, despite the
tears.”
"Do THEY know?” Francesca whispered.
"James and
your parents are all very happy for you and Carlotta. They look forward to watching all three of
you – sorry, all five of you growing together."
“Five – are you
saying…”
“Well, that
would be telling,” Lexa said as she took her glasses off and wiped them. “I am sure others have congratulated and
counselled you, but may I offer an observation?”
“Of course –
what is it?”
“Allow others
to punish those who caused what happened to happen. Let your daughter, and now your
granddaughter, be your focus. There lies
true happiness.”
“They tried to
hurt me, Princess Lexa…”
“I know – but
let others deal with it,” she said as she quietly faded away.
Monday 17th
October
9 am Local
Time
Johannesburg
"Were you
able to get us the plane reservations John?" Marianne asked as she
finished filling her toiletries bag.
"Ja,” John said from the bedroom as he closed
the case, “I had to twist a couple of arms, and drop a couple of names, but I
got us on this morning’s flight to New York."
"Did you go in the garage and get that teddy bear that James never let us
give to Charlotte?"
"I did."
John looked at the teddy sitting on the bed, and smiled as he put it into a
cabin bag.
"Good, it
will be nice that her daughter will get to enjoy it as Roo never did."
"That and
the rag doll we know she had from her grandmother.” Looking in the bathroom,
he said “I phoned the van der Byl's, they'll be on
the same flight as us."
"I bet they are excited about their latest granddaughter?"
"A little
surprised at it coming early, but yes I think excited is about the right
world."
"Changing subjects,
husband dear, are you going to take that file you've been assembling for
Francesca and show her what your Russian contacts have told you?"
"Ja, I think it's as good as I'm going to get.
Besides, I have the feeling something is about to burst."
“Why?
John, what do you know that I don’t?”
Sitting on the
bed, John rubbed his head and said “someone tried to snatch Charlotte - that’s
what started her labour. The kidnappers were stopped, but Francesca and
others are not happy – not happy at all.”
“Neither will
the Sisters be – if someone tried to snatch Little Mother…”
John nodded as
he looked up. “Who knows what will happen while we are in transit…”
Sunday 16th October
9.45 pm
Pocono Racetrack
"Will
Piet's parents and John and Marianne be joining us Francesca?"
"To quote Marianne Shirley,” Francesca said with a laugh, “just anybody
dare try and prevent them getting to New York to see Carlotta and the
baby."
"They are
great friends to you," Shirley sighed, "just such a pity in that you
lost contact all those years because of what happened."
"I
know," Francesca sighed as well, "but in the end I suppose things did
sort of turn out well."
"In the
end," Alex Richmond looked stern, "if I'd known you and your husband
back then I would have given you both a good stern chastising, then done all I
could to make sure you both did what I think you both truly deep in your hearts
wanted and reconciled."
"Forgiving
oneself and putting the past behind you isn't always that easy," Grace
Gresham spoke, "and I know that as well as anyone."
"We know
you do Grace," Shirley smiled gently at the model.
"Anyway
what I came over to do was add my congratulations to Francesca and the
family."
"Thank you
Grace."
"And can
we do the same?" Amelia Murchado kissed the
Italian lady.
“So have you
talked christening yet?”
“No, I think we
let that lie until other things are determined.”
"Is it me,
or is that Porsche gradually eating into the girls lead boys?" Maddie said
as she looked down, the cars sweeping by on the floodlit track.
"No you
aren't mistaken," Dave Clarke shook his head nervously, "they've been
gradually clawing back RCM's lead for the last hour."
"We were
speculating that Henri has the girls nursing their car home because of some
sort of problem." Mick sipped from a glass of Guinness.
"Are the
girls still going to win?"
"Not sure
Emma," Dave shook his head, "but I overheard the Cardinal whisper a
little prayer for them.” Looking up at
the clock, he said “ten minutes to go…”
“Princess, how
is the oil pressure holding up?”
“Coping, Papa,”
Jeanne said over the headset, “how much further and how much room?”
“Five minutes –
Toni?”
“I think he’s a
lap and a half behind you, Jeanne – just keep it steady.”
“Agreed
princess – hold course, hold speed, and we should be all right…”
Henri offered
up a silent prayer of his own as the clock ticked down.
“Two minutes – they’re
into the final lap,” Shirley said quietly.
“Come on, come on…”
“I can’t look,”
Katy said as she turned away from the track, the others going out to watch.
“The flags are
out – and that is time! Ladies, we held
him off – by half a lap!”
“Well done
everyone,” Tonia said over the headset, “forgive me if I don’t hang around, but
I have a midnight plane to catch with Roy.”
“Call us
tomorrow, Ton,” Sandy said as Jeanne brought the car in, the pit crew clapping
as she jumped out and hugged Henri.
“Ladies and
Gentlemen, they had our hearts in our mouths for a while there, but they
triumphed again – please welcome Jan, Sandy, Jeanne and the crew of RCM
Racing!”
As the band
played congratulations, the room clapped and cheered as the girls came in,
Eleanor looking up as Jan and Katherine came over.
“What
happened,” Jan whispered under the music.
“A lot – what
did Katy tell you?”
“Enough – how
is Charlotte?”
“Resting – Piet
has gone to get some sleep before his parents arrive with Marianne and John.”
“And who was
behind the attempt,” Jan whispered.
“The Russians –
he has left, but he is meeting our contact tomorrow…”
“Francesca –
congratulations,” Denice said as she and Heather hugged the Marchesa. “So who wins the glamorous Granny contest
this year?”
“I refuse to
enter,” Francesca said with a smile, “that Frances arrived safely is the key
thing.”
“Quite right,”
Katherine said with a smile. “I think
you are in for a very interesting time, Francesca…”
10 pm
The Russian Consulate
New York
As Ludmilla Parashova stepped out of the consulate building, and looked
round, she was not happy. Not happy at
all. Whatever that idiot Dancer had
instigated seemed to have failed, and she had heard through channels the CIA
and the FBI were unhappy.
That was not
her major concern, though, what worried her the most was if the Marchesa decided to step into the shadows and seek
revenge. That Italian mentality could be
a killer…
She heard the
footsteps behind her, but did not look round, instead walking steadily, slowly,
and looking in a window.
“Good evening,”
she heard, and looking in she saw two tall African women behind her.
“May I help
you?”
“We believe you
can,” the other woman said before she felt the knife slide into her. “You threatened Little Mother tonight – and
you can die knowing she survived, and is now a mother too.”
“Threaten one,
you threaten all.”
“For the Heart
and the Strength.”
She slid to the
ground, her last thought what she would do with him when they met in the next
life…
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