Sunday 20 August 2023

CHAPTER 203: All Dressed Up



With Julia's latest promotion she could afford to purchase a stereo record player.  Now she could enjoy fine recordings of her favourite classical composers plus her growing interest in progressive jazz.  As she listened to one of latter her thoughts turned to how she was going to enjoy her day off from work.  She was wearing her newest, most fashionable outfit:  One that she was nervous purchasing at first because it was the height of Mod fashion and attracted attention from onlookers and that made her uncomfortable but now, wearing it for the third time, she felt something she often didn't feel...feminine and alluring.  The latter emotion being almost unknown to her, she definitely wasn't used to feeling that and didn't know if she liked the feeling either...but as she smoothed her miniskirt and stroked her long, loose hair she was aware that, like it or not, she felt a desire to succumb to these sensations.

This afternoon she was due to play a set at The Blue Velvet nightclub...her talent for playing the piano had now secured her a semi-professional residency there and she was making some decent additional money as well.  This was one of the reasons she was dressed in her latest threads but there was something else going on in the recesses of her mind as well:  Maybe impress a guy or two with more than just her brains?  Not any guy, lounge lizard or barfly she might encounter but a smart, well educated man like Dr Vincent Bledsoe or her recent acquaintance, Blair Herrick.  As Vincent was still in the Congo he was a non-starter but after her set she thought about doing some medical research up at Britechester University so maybe Blair had some free time to meet up?  Maybe...

But she didn't want to be couped up indoors this morning either.  She decided to get out and about and see what adventures she would have along the way...if there were such adventures.  Maybe not grand ones but little ones, mini ones, easily handled ones...that was more to Julia's liking.  She stepped out of her house and as soon as she turned the corner she met little Stefanie Griffiths...daughter of her good friend, Francesca.  Stefanie took a shine to Julia after she had cured the little girl of a particularly nasty illness and ever since then she talked about how, when she grew up, she wanted to be a great doctor like her "Auntie" Julia.


"Good morning, Stefanie, are you off to school?" asked Julia.

"Yes...today we've got art; that's my favourite lesson" the little girl replied.

"No wonder you look happy.  How are mum and dad?  Are they doing anything special today as I know your mummy has a day off as well as me?"

"No, they're at home...we got a new puppy and Dad's trying to train him and later he's going to cook us all his favourite meal.  He doesn't cook often and knows two recipes but he treats us once in a while."

Julia laughed.  "Your dad's so much fun...I might call around and see them for a bit.  You have fun at school, learn lots of things and be good."

"See you later, Auntie Julia!"  said Stefanie, waving enthusiastically at Julia before walking off.  Julia smiled and wondered what it would be like to raise a good girl like Stefanie...before checking that thought as it involved husbands, settling down and...ugh...'woohoo' to coin the popular term.

Julia made her way over to Francesca's house and saw her husband, Rodney, out front playing with a little dog.  She remembered that Francesca had mentioned getting a new dog about a couple of months ago but it didn't really register at the time as Julia was very indifferent to dogs and pets in general.


"Hello, Rodney...so is that your dog?" she said on greeting him.  The dog was a squat little thing; possibly a pug or a bulldog, Julia didn't know much about breeds, who was sitting there and watching with fascination as a slug slithered by on the front driveway.

"Yep...this is Boris and I'm trying to teach him to sit, come here and bring back this rubber ball when I throw it.  I've achieved about a 50% success rate with that so far." said Rodney.

"I...see..." said Julia, attempting to make some small talk about dogs.  "He seems...nice"

"Oh he is; overall he's a good puppy if you don't mind the odd hurt hand when he play-bites or his muddy paw prints all over the carpet or on your clothes...oh, look, he's noticed you talking to me and wants to meet you.  Look at his little tail wagging!"

"Is that what it's doing?" said Julia, noticing that the tail was so short it wasn't so much wagging and more like Boris' entire bottom wobbling.

Boris sniffed Julia's feet, which made her wince, before attempting to leap up on his back legs with his front paws flailing at her legs.

"No!  Stop that, doggy!  I don't like the claws!  These are brand new tights!" she exclaimed, backing away.

"He wants to hold hands with you, Julia" said Rodney, calmly.

"I...don't think I can do that!" she replied, nervously.

"OK, just be firm...but kind...with him.  Just say 'sit' in a firm voice and point upwards."

"Oh...uhm...SIT!  Oh, he's done it..." she said, surprised that her stern tone of voice had worked first time.


"There you go, you're a natural at this.  And little Boris likes you as well..." said Rodney.

"I'm not sure he likes me" replied Julia.

"He definitely respects you.  Who's a good dog?  You are!  Come here, Boris, I have a treat for you for being a good, obedient doggie!" said Rodney, reaching into a pocket in his suit jacket and pulling out a little dog biscuit.  Then he crouched down, patted the ground before him and Boris came trotting over to get the treat.

"I tell you, Julia.  He's been a little blessing in our lives and it's only been a couple of months." said Rodney, patting little Boris.  "I never knew he'd be so much fun when we got him.  Stefanie loves him, of course, and he treats Fran like a mother.  Speaking of Fran, she's inside and would love to have a gossip with you."

Julia smiled and said thank you but before she went inside the house she turned to Boris and said to him "good dog".


Inside the small, but immaculate, house they lived in she found Francesca; who had just turned off the TV so she could greet her friend.

"Julia, so nice to see you.  Is this a social call?" 

"Yes.  I have a free morning before I play a set down at the Blue Velvet club this afternoon so I thought I'd come and visit you.  I've just chatted with Rodney and met your dog."

"Ha, Boris.  I hope he was a good dog to you"

"I don't know much about them but he seemed to be reasonably well behaved." said Julia.  Francesca motioned towards the couch for Julia to sit down.

"Lately at work it's been so busy we can only talk shop...now we can catch up on what's happening.  So the piano playing is going well, is it?"

Julia nodded.  "Yes...I have two sets a week now.  On my wages I don't really need the extra money but it's nice for my nest egg and I really enjoy playing."

Francesca looked Julia up and down.  "It looks like some of that extra money is going on your wardrobe.  You look fabulous and I love the long hair look; it suits you" she said.

"I should say so!" said Rodney, who had entered the room with little Boris trotting beside him.  "Dare I say it; are you seeing a special someone later on?"

Francesca shot him a cross look.  "Rodney!  Looking nice and fashionable isn't just about attracting a date...Julia's a lot more sophisticated than that!"

"Oops, I'm sorry!" he grimaced.

"That's alright..." interjected Julia.  "Both of you are basically correct.  I want to look nice for my set this afternoon and...well...I've met a man who is...interesting."


"Oh do tell!" exclaimed Francesca.  "Is he nicer than that louche city guy you went on a date with?"

"He's a PhD student, his name is Blair and he seems intelligent, polite, generous..."

"Yes, but is he a dish?" said Francesca, rolling her eyes at Julia's primness.

"By all reasonable metrics he is attractive for a man" said Julia, maintaining that primness in her conversation.  "I think he's good looking, not that I base my judgement on men by attractiveness..."

"No, of course not" said Francesca, only half believing her.  After all, Julia had a massive crush on Vincent Bledsoe who was an absolute hunk of a man.


"Well, I hope you have fun this evening, Julia.  I must confess my knowledge of the dating scene is out of date:  Rod and I were high school sweethearts and we've been together ever since."

"And now you've got a wonderful daughter and...that dog" said Julia, still wary that Boris will leap up on her at any moment.

The two of them talked for a couple of hours about work, Dr Murakami in particular, music and how Stefanie was getting on at school.  Rodney made some lunch for them whilst they nattered...one of the two recipes he knew was sandwiches.  After some time spent at the Griffiths' house Julia had to move on to the Blue Velvet for her piano set.


The place was busy for a weekday afternoon, which was a good sign in that it usually led to more tips for Julia.  The set went without a hitch; Julia's confidence was growing with each gig she did and even though she didn't work a crowd, like her friend Joelene did when they did one of their duets, she made up for it with her smooth playing style.  Her choice of outfit to wear put her more in line with the other female patrons there and she didn't feel so out of place.  She was blending in so well, in fact, that even her neighbour and friend, John Action, didn't spot her among those lining up at the bar to get a drink.


 "Hello, Action.  Did you catch my set?" she asked, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Wait?  What?  Who's that?" he said, spinning around and seeing Julia.  "Never approach me from my gun side, woman!" he exclaimed.  He looked around the room for a moment, tilted his head slightly to the left to loosen the pinched nerve in his neck and looked her up and down.  "Dang it, I almost didn't recognise you, Julia.  Looking more with it than you normally do...was that you playing back there?" he said, jerking his thumb towards the piano.

"It was...did you like my playing?" 

"Yeah, pretty damn fine.  Hey, let me get you a drink while you're here:  On a day like this you need a bit of bar presence to get served and they know me well enough to know not to keep me waiting too long." He said, producing a $5 bill from his pocket and brandishing it towards the barman.

His tactic worked and he ordered drinks for them both.  Handing Julia a gin and tonic he raised his glass and said "here's to a great set...so, what's the lowdown in your life?"

Julia took a sip of her drink before answering.  "Here...the hospital...and not much else to be frank"

"Well that's a shame; you shouldn't be all work and no play"

"What about you, Action?  You seem very dedicated to your job"

"I am...but I play as hard as I work.  I need to switch off from all the stuff I have to see and deal with or else I'll jump off the deep end.  I have my fitness drills, enjoying the company of some cool cats and the love of a fine woman to keep me on the even keel..." he said, holding his hand out flat and motionless in front of Julia.

"I have my music and a few good friends...I was seeing some of them this morning as a matter of fact and I love to research the latest medical breakthroughs as well.  I take it that when you say 'cool cats' you don't actually mean cats?"

Action laughed "No...it's just street slang for the kind of people you want to hang out with."

Julia did her laughing snort at that in self-deprecation.  "Well, Action, I think I'm done here for this afternoon; I want to get to the University library for some research...I will see you later."

"Hang loose, Jules.  That means be relaxed and not..."

"I think I know what hang loose means" she replied with a smile.


From Willow Creek she headed to Britechester and their extensive medical library.  Fortunately for her, it wasn't crowded at all there; just one student at a far away desk scribbling into a notebook and a very bored looking serving woman at the refectory counter were the only others present.


Julia made some notes from a book she was particularly interested in when she noticed someone enter the library:  Someone who she hoped would make an appearance eventually...her new friend, Blair Herrick.  He was smartly dressed in a lounge suit and turtleneck sweater and walked over to a desk, produced a journal and a pen, and started to write frantically.


"Oh hello, Blair...it's me, Julia.  We met last week..."

"I remember.  Hello.  What brings you here?" he said, putting down his pen.

"Research.  This library has many very good medical books." she replied, nodding and trying to peek at his journal to see what he was writing.  "And you?  Is that coursework?"

"Yes.  I have a presentation to give at 4pm as part of my doctrinal studies.  I'm just amending the final section...I'm a perfectionist that way." he said, with a thin smile.

Julia liked to hear that he was someone who took his coursework seriously, as she had done when she was studying to become a doctor.


"I never asked you:  What's your doctorate about?" she queried.

"Oh, it's in chemistry...I'm researching the effect of different compounds on the human taste sensors and how that can be applied in the creation of food and sustenance.  Everything from TV dinners to food astronauts can consume in space." he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

"So there's commercial possibilities with your study then?" she asked.

"Yes...plenty of scope for when I leave this place" he replied.  "Now what are you researching at the moment?"

That was a tricky one for Julia to easily respond to as it involved rare tropical fungal infections that affected men's genitals.  "Oh, disease related stuff..." she awkwardly replied.


She was also struggling with the small talk and it was somewhat of a relief that members of the debating society had now turned up to discuss some proposition about immediate withdrawal from Vietnam.  

"They're always here around this time" said Blair.  

"I see...I never got involved in the debating society whilst I was in medical school."

"No...I'm not either; it's more for the political types."  He looked at his journal and tapped his pen on side of the desk as he was checking something he had written.

"Oh, I'm sorry Blair, I hope I haven't disturbed you!" said Julia with concern that she was doing the wrong thing in her voice.

"No...it's a pleasant distraction seeing you here.  But I have one last correction I have to make so I hope I'm not being rude if I ask you..."

"To leave you to that for a bit?  Not a problem, I understand" she said, feeling guilty for not leaving him in peace earlier.

She stood up and went to watch the debate.  The young woman was proposing that the US should immediately withdraw from Vietnam and the man was arguing the counter point.  Julia was only half listening as she was going through in her mind when would be the right time to sit near Blair and talk to him again?


Eventually she heard the sound of a book being shut firmly and she turned around to see Blair leaning back in his chair with the journal that he was writing in was closed.  He turned to face Julia.

"And that's all done and dusted" he said with satisfaction in his voice.  "Just the presentation now.  How's the debate going?"

"Con's second rebuttal; citing the Domino Effect" replied Julia.  She stopped paying attention to the debate and sat back down at the long oak table.


Blair shrugged and leant into the table, resting his elbows on it.  "I've got to go and give this presentation soon but I'm free from six onwards...say you and me get a drink over at Pepper's Pub then?"

Julia looked taken aback by this offer.  This was what she had hoped would happen but it was nice to hear it being said to her.

"That sounds great.  I've got some more research to do first but I will see you at six" she said, perkily.

"Look forward to it" replied Blair, standing up and giving her a little wink.

Julia arrived at Pepper's Pub at 5:45pm but was too nervous to enter on her own.  She didn't like going to bars on her own anyway, felt it was not a place for single women on their own, so she waited outside the pub, in the street, waiting for Blair to show up.


Blair showed up not long afterwards but he had changed his outfit since she had last seen him in the library.  He was now wearing a casual shirt and dark, moleskin pants and walked in an easy going swagger about him.

"Hey, you made it" he said with a smile.

"Yes, well, my research was fairly straightforward and as I don't know this part of town very well I thought I'd leave a bit of extra time to find this place...turned out I left too much time, SNORT" she said with a laugh.

"Shall we go inside?" he said, motioning her towards the entrance of the pub.


They sat at the bar and Blair asked Julia what she wanted to drink and then motioned to the barman that they wanted two.  Julia was still a bit nervous about meeting Blair here and going for drinks so she started with some small talk.

"How did your presentation go?" she asked.

"Fine...I think.  The panel are pretty tough with their questions but I think I got my main points across.  You know, you fit in well around here; this is a student bar and you look the part."

Julia raised an eyebrow "Do you think I look immature?" she said.

"No, no, please don't take offence.  I mean, here I am in the company of an actual medical doctor who's working in the real world but observers would think I'm talking with a fellow student.  I'm observing the dichotomy."

"Ah, I see." she said, nodding.  "That can be a problem at work; some patients, and other doctors, don't take me seriously because they think I'm younger than I actually am.  I'm 22."

"22?  Wow, I'm actually 25!" said Blair with a chuckle.  "I started college later because I did two years in the army, then did my undergraduate degree and now I'm working on a PhD.  You left school before I have!"


The two talked some more about their backgrounds but, unbeknownst to Julia, an acquaintance of hers had entered the bar.  Scott Urban had just finished a postal round in Britechester and needed a drink so he came to Pepper's Pub to unwind after a long, day, made unpleasant by all the assholes he had to deal with at the mail depot and on the street.  He brooded over the kind of idiot he usually had to deal with. Why did they all have to blame him when they didn't get their mail on time? He just gets given a bag with post in it and trudges around the neighbourhood...he isn't personally responsible for lateness or when letters go missing.

He looked across the bar and saw Julia talking with some guy.  He sighed; she looked so pretty in that outfit...although he did like her hair in pigtails but she was so smart, learned and good looking he was happy to see her however she dressed.  But she was way out of his league...he could tell by the way she was focussed on College Boy there and she hadn't noticed he was in the bar as well.


Julia was having a nice time with a civilised young man who, apparently, didn't have any baggage.  He clearly had an eye on the future the way he talked about using his PhD research in business after he completed his doctorate.  But now she felt happy and comfortable in Blair's presence, what next?  She wasn't a flirt, she couldn't flirt even if she tried so she had now hit a brick wall in trying to develop this friendship with the guy.  What to do next?  What to say?  It would be easier if he made the next move, she thought...


Blair finished a second drink and put the glass down firmly on the counter.  "I've had a really good time tonight, Julia, but I've got to go.  I've got another presentation to give tomorrow morning..."

"And you've got to finish your notes, I get it?" she replied.

"Actually I have to start them...but, seriously, we must do this again sometime.  All the best with your medical research."

"Oh...that....I nearly forgot.  Thanks.  I had a nice time too and we should definitely meet up again."

He took out his wallet and pulled out a business card.  "My phone number, if you want to call it."

Julia took it and reached for her shoulder bag.  "I should give you mine too..." she said, producing her own card.  Blair read it.

"Dr Julia Epstein, M.D. F.A.C.S....very impressive." said Blair.

Julia blushed and let out a little nervous snort.  "Anyway" he continued "I will see you soon" he said, putting her card in his wallet before walking out.  She watched him casually stroll out into the evening and sighed.  


Then she felt her pager go off so she took it out and looked at who was calling.  It was Francesca.  Maybe it was a question she had about tomorrow's shift so she asked the barman where the payphone was and went to call her friend.

Almost immediately after phoning the number, Francesca answered it and it was clear she was crying.

"Francesca?  What's the matter?" asked Julia.  Francesca was trying to speak whilst holding back the sobs.

"Oh Julia, thank God you called!  It's...it's Rodney...Rodney....he's...DEAD!"

Saturday 5 August 2023

CHAPTER 202: Confession

 


As the sun rose and even the hardiest party animals were starting to head home, one man was left on the dance floor of the Orange Peel club.  His athleticism and skill impressed the other patrons of the discotheque and his endurance meant that no one could keep up with him.  He danced on his own and with every attractive woman there, seeming to everyone that saw him that he didn't have a care and he kept his cool by periodically heading to the bar to order cocktails.  No one who didn't know him could guess that he was a tough, hard bitten cop in his daily life for John Action kept his professional and social lives distinctly separate and he liked it that way.

The job had been getting him down lately.  It stuck in his craw that the big case he was working on kept hitting problems from suspects being easily bailed by the courts, interference from the Landgraab family and indifference from his bosses.  Only last week his #1 suspect in the Goth break-in case was bailed for next for nothing by a lazy judge...well, lazy was a generous interpretation:  Corrupt was a harsher one.

So Action had put it behind him for one night and partied on.  One night turned in to two...then three.  Now, with two hours to go before his next shift, he was living on what was left of his reserves and adrenaline.  Just before he headed off to 13th Precinct headquarters he went downstairs to the bathroom and popped a couple of "uppers" to help him on his way.

It only took a few minutes before the effects of the amphetamines kicked in and he said his goodbyes to the barman before heading off to the precinct house at a brisk pace.

As he turned the corner of the street where the Orange Peel stood and into the main boulevard that connected Newcrest to East Willow Creek he came across Geoffrey Landgraab, who was catching his breath after going for his daily run.  Action smiled wryly:  All that exercise the guy does and he never loses weight.  Geoffrey was directly in Action's path and there was no way for either man to avoid each other...even though there was definitely no love lost between them.

"Detective Action..." said Geoffrey, giving Action a disdainful look.  "Undercover at the city's hot spots, eh?"

"None of your business, Landgraab" Action replied.

"And yet you are constantly prying into mine...double standards, Detective?"

"I'm only interested in your business when it comes to the law and there's more than enough to investigate about you and especially your wife and son.  So many of my ongoing investigations seem to involve the Landgraab family in one regard or another."

"You've got nothing"

"...Yet.  The net is closing in, Geoffrey.  People tell me you're an OK guy but you're shielding Nancy and Malcolm.  One day you're going to have to choose:  Come clean and save yourself or go down to prison with them."

"The net", as Action put it, didn't just consist of himself investigating the supposed crimes and dark secrets of the Landgraabs.  It also consisted of others working from different angles in order to discover the truth about them.  Unbeknownst to Geoffrey, one of his employees was allied to Action and trying to dig out what dirt there was.  Geoffrey and Nancy thought their man, Jeremy Saint, was brainwashed into being their loyal servant and an enemy of Action but they were not aware that he had broken his conditioning and was once again friends with the detective.  Not only that, he was now only too willing to get revenge on those who tried to mess with his mind.

Last night his friend, Suzy, came to him with a request.  She had found out something about the Landgraab's home...or what lay beneath it...and she wanted Jeremy to use his insider access to company files to discover what that was.  The starting point of his investigation was Gregory Landgraab taking possession of the land that was now called Affluista Mansion back in the 1890s.  He had found something on the property that propelled him from an impoverished teacher to a millionaire almost overnight.

The records office had nothing on the subject in the open access department so he used his security clearance to check out the files in the "restricted documents" room but, again, there was very little about Affluista and surrounds although there were a few references to documents that did exist, but were in an even more restricted access file.

There was only a short window of opportunity for Jeremy to be away from his desk in order to look for the information he...and Suzy...needed and in between shuttling between his office and different company archive rooms he had to appear to look busy with his assigned work but there was this feeling burning within him that he had to find that information...that it existed and was here.  He couldn't concentrate on his work with that idea growing inside his head until it swamped every thought.  There was still one avenue of investigation he hadn't pursued yet...

Back at Precinct 13 headquarters Action was in search of answers as well.  The whereabouts of his chief suspect, Maddy Henson, for one.  She had easily made bail and had gone to ground.  If he could get to and question her he could find the missing Goth diaries.  In there he would find answers to bigger questions...

He was summoned to the Chief's office for what reason, he didn't know.  He had a strained relationship with his boss and didn't know quite where he stood with him.  A telling off, a suspension or a citation with a good conduct medal; it could be any of those things with the Chief.  Action went to his office and knocked on the door, awaiting the usual curt "enter!" from his boss.

Once that was said he went into the office where he found the Chief sitting still at his desk, motioning to Action to take a seat opposite him, which he duly did.  

"You wanted to see me, Chief?" 

"Action; I have some news on Maddy Henson" the Chief replied, not giving anything away with his tone of voice.

"Oh yes, anything positive?"

"That depends on your view.  She skipped a meeting with her lawyer and hasn't checked in with us for a few days...which goes against the terms of her bail.  That means..."

"We can go after her and bring her in?" asked an expectant Action, who didn't want to be cooped up at his desk filling out arrest reports.

"Precisely...and I thought you'd jump at the chance to be the one to track her down and haul her in for questioning."

"Thank you sir...I'd better get to it then.  Any last known location she's been seen at?"

"One of my informants...and, yes, Detective, I have my informants as well as you...tells me she's been spotted at Windenburg, trying to get a false passport and driver's I.D.  The name of my contact is Aime Berry....here's her phone number." said the Chief, sliding a piece of paper across the table to Action.

Action picked up the paper and took a look at it.  "No time to waste, Chief..." he said, waving it before putting it in his pocket.  The Chief just nodded...even if he didn't always approve of Action's methods he knew that, when assigned a task, nothing would stop him.

When he went back to his desk, Action looked at the name and phone number on the paper.  The name said "Aime Berry" and the name rang a little bell in his mind although he couldn't place where he had heard it before.  Picking up the phone receiver, he dialled the number and waited for an answer.

"Hi...is that Aime?  The name's Action, John Action.  I'm a detective with the SCPD...yeah, I hear you have some info on a suspect in a case I'm investigating.  Her name is Maddy Henson....oh you have seen her recently?  Miss Berry...I'd like to meet you...."


Meanwhile Jeremy had found the one person who could help him gain access to the most secret of files:  His work colleague, and co-conspirator in investigating Landgraab; Darrin Lew.

"Darrin..." said Jeremy, accosting him in one of the office corridors.  "...I've got a favour to ask of you."

"Is this a normal request or something that our employers would not approve of?" replied Darrin with a look of suspicion on his face.

"Definitely the latter." said Jeremy.  "A colleague of mine thinks they've uncovered some information about the Landgraab's own mansion up in Oasis Springs.  I need to get hold of the land records for that place but there's nothing in the regular files and I suspect what I'm looking for is stored in the company computer.  I need access to it and you're the one person I know who has that level of access."

Darrin drew a deep breath before replying.  "You're asking a lot, Jeremy." he said.  "We've only just gone through that corporate security check and that cute blonde number who's been tasked to shadow my department is still hanging around."

"I know this is a big ask but there maybe information in those files that will reveal a big secret about the Landgraab family they don't want the world to know about.  If we find out what that is we could use it to bring them down!  Isn't that what you say you want?"

"I know...I know...but....dammit, Jeremy.  I don't know..." Darring said, looking around to see if they weren't being observed.  "OK, how about this:  You tell me what you're looking for and I'll go and see if it's in the computer files?"

Jeremy shook his head.  "No, that won't work.  I don't know much myself except there's something underneath the property in some cave system.  I don't have much to go on but I'll know if if I find it.  Just give me the computer access code and I'll do the rest."

"It's highly irregular" said Darrin.

"I've used the computer once before so it won't seem unusual to be seen using it now.  I'll be discrete and low key...after all, my official job is to look after Landgraab's property assets.  I'll use that as cover."

Darrin again looked at Jeremy with doubt and trepidation on his face but eventually he relented.  "OK, here's the passcode...just do me a favour:  Don't get caught."


Down in Windenburg Action was looking for the informant, Aime, at the place they arranged to meet.  Outside of a local bar called The Old Quarter Inn.  Windenburg wasn't Action's favourite part of town...he thought it was trying too hard to be someone's idea of chocolate box European town or maybe it was a project dreamed up by Walt Disney.  He didn't like the stuffy, twee atmosphere of the place and although...statistically...it had the lowest crime rate in the city he had spotted more than one notorious criminal hanging around here.  This was the kind of place some of them would live in once they'd done a few successful capers and were looking to settle down...and they'd never rob their own neighbourhoods.

There was a red headed lady who looked about 30 standing on a street corner and her face rang a bell with Action.  He'd seen her around Foundry Cove a few times...often coming in and out of Travis, Liberty's and Summer's place.  That's it, he suddenly thought, she's their cleaner but she's also looking at her watch, looking around and waiting for someone.  That might be his contact.

He walked over to the lady and said "You Aime Berry?

"You Detective Action?" she replied.

"I am...my chief sends his regards.  I've seen you around Foundry Cove a few times"

"Yeah, I'm with a cleaning agency and I work at a couple of properties there.  Are you the guy with the flagpole and exercise equipment outside?"

"That's me.  Look, I haven't got much time for small talk so what have you got for me?"

"You're looking for Maddy Henson, right?" said Aime.

"Yeah, do you know where she is?"

"She's in that bar over there...catching up with some friends."


"How legit are these friends?" asked Action as he looked at the bar to see if he could see Maddy inside.

"I don't recognise them.  They may be legit.  But Maddy's been talking about some kind of 'big score' she did recently and is expecting a pay off soon" said Aime.

"How do you fit in to all this?" asked Action as he turned to look at Aime.  

"I spent time in the joint with Maddy back in '62.  She had the reputation of being a top cat burglar even then.  I was in for fraud so I was waaaaaaaaay out of her league.  I've been straight since I got out.  She and I know each other enough to say hello to and I overhear some of what she says about what her next job's going to be."

"Have you met or seen her fence?  She's got some hot items that a lot of people really want to get their hands on...including me." said Action.

Aime shook her head.  "I'm not that deep into what she's got going on, Action.  That, you're going to have to find out for yourself.  You wanted to know where she is right now and I'm telling you just that.  Now your chief and me have an arrangement about information and money...."

"If you want money for information then that's between you and my Chief.  Drop by the station tomorrow and I'll tell him you've been very helpful and he'll sort you out." said Action as he touched two fingers to his forehead and walked off towards the bar.


Jeremy had committed the password for the computer to memory and destroyed the piece of paper it had been written on as a precaution.  He chose a quiet moment to enter the computer room...when the regular operator was on a break...and set about his task, knowing that he wouldn't have much time to act.

He sat at the desk and powered up the machine, which took a few minutes.  Then he searched through the reels of computer tape to see if he could find if any of them had titles that suggested there could be information about Landgraab property on them.  Once the computer had achieved powered status he filled in a punch key card with the password on it and fed it into the card reader slot.  The machine beeped in acceptance of the code and he wound the tape onto the spool before sitting at the desk once more.


Jeremy sifted through the files, narrowing his research until he found the land records for Affluista Mansions including it's history.  Going back to the 1890s he at last found something of interest...

"What?  That's...impossible!" he said out loud when he saw the surveyor's report.  He got out a notebook and scribbled some notes.  "So THAT'S the source of the family fortune!"


Action entered the bar and went up to the barman to order a drink.  He wanted to appear as just another customer but as he stood at the bar counter he casually observed his quarry:  Maddy Henson.  She was sat at a table talking to another young woman.  Action caught snippets of their conversation and it appeared Henson was trying to convince the other woman to join in on some investment deal that would, Henson promised, would pay hefty returns.  The woman seemed reticent to commit but after Action had heard Henson essentially make the same pitch for the third time he finished his drink and walked over to the table where the two women were sitting.


"Maddy Henson...I'd need you to come down to the station to answer a few questions" he said to her.

"Detective...Action, isn't it?  I'm conducting a business meeting right now so if you don't mind leaving us alone."

"Meeting's over...this lady's not buying..." he replied, cutting her off.

"I think I should go now..." said the other young woman Henson had been talking to.  Action said nothing as he watched her grab her handbag and leave the bar.

"You just cost me $20,000, detective" said Henson.

"And you could get a 10-15 year stretch if you don't co-operate with me.  My car's outside with one of the City's finest waiting in it just in case you get any funny ideas about running like you did the last time we met."

He led her out of the bar and towards a black and white patrol car where the uniformed officer was waiting for them.  They then drove back to 13th Precinct station where Henson was led to an interrogation room.

"I want a lawyer" she said as she sat down.


"In time..." he replied.  "I thought we'd have a little conversation first and then maybe the two of us can present something to your lawyer and the D.A. that would suit us both."

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, cagily.  

"I know it was you who burgled the Goth mansion.  And I've got plenty of evidence to put you away for all the silverware you took." he said, calmly.


"If you have all that then why are we having a 'conversation' before my lawyer gets here?" she asked.

"Because what I really want to talk about are those journals you stole as well....the real reason you broke into that house." he said, upping the ante with her.

"The...journals?" she replied, nervously.


"Those handwritten books Mortimer Goth values so much.  The journals you were paid to steal.  The silverware was just a rouse...and you were promised a cut of the sale of that but the up front payment was for the journals, wasn't it?"

"I thought they looked interesting..." she tried to reply, calmly but there was hesitation in her voice.

"And what was it about them that looked so interesting, Maddy?  Were they fun, exciting, informative?  Or did they contain secrets that someone would pay dearly for?"

"No comment"

"Maddy, I know you're the hired help in all this...not the mastermind.  If you tell me who hired you I can put in a good word with the D.A.  That's something you might like to mention to your lawyer when they get here..."

"A reduced sentence?  Time spent in an open prison?" she asked.

"All things that are possible...but only if you give me a name.  Who hired you?"


"This girl..."

"WHAT girl?  I need a name."

"McGregor.  Leanne McGregor"

Action paused for a moment when he heard the name and the revelation hit him like a slap in the face.  He reached into one of the manilla folders he had with him that various pieces of evidence in this and other cases and pulled out the artist's impression of Leanne McGregor.

"Is this her?" he asked, shoving the picture towards Henson but, to his surprise, she shook her head.

"That's not her.  Nothing like her." came Henson's reply.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive.  I've never seen that woman before in my life...either that or you've got a lousy police sketch artist working for you."

"OK, then describe the Leanne McGregor you hired you"

"Early 20s, waif-like with short red hair, hazel eyes and a real pale, pasty complexion.  Pretty in a cutesy way, like a pixie."

That sounded nothing like the Leanne McGregor he had dealings with; who was anything but pixie-like.  

"But this waif wanted you to rob the Goth residence?" he asked.

"Yeah...even though she looked like a perky student type there was this intelligence there about her, like she was sassy and smart beyond her years and she had this chilling way of looking at me as well.  Like she was looking straight into my soul.  Kind of creepy."

Now that sounded more like her, thought Action.  He nodded as Henson told him about her and made some notes at the same time.  

"OK, I'm going to get our sketch artist...a good one...to talk with you and you're going to describe her in detail if I'm going to cut a deal with the D.A." said Action, forcefully tapping his finger on the table.  "So where are the journals now?" he added.

"With her.  I dropped them off at a rendezvous point last week.  In exchange she left the money for the job in an envelope in a trashcan at Magnolia Blossom Park."

Action processed the information in his head before saying.  "OK, you can call your attorney now." He led Henson back to her cell and went back to his desk to wonder if Henson's Leanne McGregor was the same one he had various run ins with and how had she radically changed her appearance as well? 


Those questions turned over and over in his mind as his shift ended.  He didn't want to go home so he made his way over to the Arts Quarter.  His girlfriend, Katherine, had invited him to join her at the Humour and Hijinks Festival because her charity was supporting it and she couldn't bear the forced and puerile attempts at comedy and practical jokes alone.


"Looking fabulous as always, darling" said Action when he saw her standing outside of the Casbah Gallery.

"Thank you...you're not so bad looking yourself" she replied.  "Now...let's get a drink before I get a headache from hearing bad jokes..."

Action laughed and together they walked over to the Tiki Bar that was a feature of the festival.  Grabbing a couple of exotic cocktails they sat down at a nearby table and tried to blot out the worst excesses of the event.


"I've got to put in an appearance at these events" said Katherine.  "I wouldn't mind the festival so much if I hadn't heard most of the jokes at least a dozen times!  But...and this is important...it does raise a lot of money for good causes."

"We all have to endure a bit of pain for long term gain" said Action, thoughtfully.  "Do you want to hear something real crazy?"

"Sure"

"Leanne McGregor is back....only this time she's different.  I mean, totally different."

"Now that sounds intriguing" she said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"OK...I've got this suspect for the Goth break-in.  She's cool, methodical and a career criminal but she's also the hired help, not the mastermind on this case.  She swears Leanne McGregor hired her to do the job but when I show her a picture of McGregor she says that's not the woman and instead describes her as some red headed pixie like girl."

"Are you going to be adding 'Master of Disguise' to her list of abilities?" said Katherine.

"Looks like I'm going to have to....say, there's Jeremy over there.  Do you mind if I call him over?"

"Sure...but not for too long:  I want you to myself later" 

"Yo!  Jezza!  Over here, it's Action!" he said, calling out to Jeremy and clicking his fingers.  Jeremy saw him and wandered over to the table he and Katherine was sitting at.

"Hey, Action.  What's up?  Is this?...." he said, looking at Katherine.

"...yep, this is Katherine"

"Very pleased to meet you.  I hear lots about you but Action's been hiding you from his friends."

"Yeah, I noticed that as well.  And you're Action's next door neighbour...very pleased to meet you.  I'm off to get something to eat, would you two gentlemen like anything?" she asked.

"I'm good, babe" replied Action.  Jeremy shook his head and said "no thank you"

When Katherine left to go to a Mexican food vendor Jeremy looked at her and said to Action "Wow.  Just wow.  You said she was beautiful but that is an understatement."

"Thank you my man, and you speak as someone with impeccable taste in women" replied Action with a sly smile before his face turned serious.  "I called you over, Jeremy, because I hear you're working on an angle with this Landgraab case.  You got anything to share?"

"Oh wow, do I ever!  I need to tell Suzy what I've found...she got me to look into the Landgraab's property and the records show that the property is twice the size as it's official listing.  It also mentions "another level" and that some ancestor of theirs found a heap of rare metals on that site back in the 1890s which made them fabulously rich but there's no evidence of a mine existing there.  It's a whole bunch of conflicting information!"

"Tell me about it!  My end of the case is full of contradictions as well." replied Action.

Jeremy looked to his left and saw something that attracted his interest.  "Speaking of the Landgraabs, there's Geoffrey right over there!" he said.


Action looked in that direction as well and saw Geoffrey talking with a man with red hair, which made him think again of this 'new' Leanne McGregor.

"Do you recognise the guy he's talking to?" asked Action.

"No idea, I've not seen him before.  I know most of the senior management at the company and he's not one of them." replied Jeremy.


Jeremy frowned "I shouldn't be seen being friendly to you...Geoffrey still thinks I'm under his control and am programmed to hate you.  I'll just sneak away now...he hasn't noticed me here, he's too engrossed in his conversation.  We'll meet again soon, Action.  Good luck."

Jeremy silently slid his chair out and crept away from the festival without Geoffrey turning to notice him.  Katherine returned and noticed that Jeremy had gone and that Landgraab was just over on the next table.

"Jeremy had to go...he can't be seen with me." said Action.

"That's a shame, I liked meeting him.  I'd like to meet more of your friends but you never introduce me to them."

"I know, I know...hey, I get busy, you know..."

"Excuses, excuses...anyone would think you are embarrassed to be seen with me" she said, coyly.

"Now that's not true!" he exclaimed.

"Well..." she said, looking him in the eye in a sultry manner.  "...you can fix all that tomorrow.  Tonight, you are ALL mine!"