"BLAM!" The case was eating at Detective John Action as he let out his frustration on the punching bag at Builders & Burner's Gym. So many unresolved questions: Who tried to shoot Lily Feng OR Madelyn Buchanan and why? He couldn't even work out who was meant to be the target of the attempted assassination. Today he resolved to clear up those mysteries...if he could establish who the target was then he could get the motive.
"Hey, Action" came a light, familiar voice. Jeremy Saint, his next door neighbour, had just arrived at the gym and gave his greetings.
"Yo, Jeremy" replied Action before giving the punch bag one last clobber. "Are you going to spar or use the apparatus?"
"If I tried punching one of those it'll probably just punch back...I'll go for a jog and a bit of weightlifting instead." said Jeremy.
"You should try boxing...it's good discipline for the mind and body" said Action.
"I might just do that one of these days..." said Jeremy, noticing a look of concern on Action's face. "...is everything OK with you?"
"Mostly...just work issues bothering me. Got a case I really want to crack but I can't tell anyone about it just yet. That's another reason to take up boxing...so you can let out your frustration with...one...big...PUNCH!" and with that, Action gave the bag a jab so hard Jeremy felt the floor vibrate.
"And that's where I'll end today's session" Action said. "Take it easy, Jeremy...catch you later"
After showering and getting dressed Action had a meeting he was pumped up to make: With his colleague, the on-loan forensic expert from Munich, Bibi Stahler. They were going to meet at Magnolia Blossom Park instead of the Precinct HQ because Action preferred to conduct his investigation into this case far from the prying eyes of the Chief. He had little evidence to go on, no suspect, no clear victim and no witnesses to a crime that only almost took place. With such flimsy evidence to go on, the Chief could...and would...easily take him off the case and reassign him to something mundane and akin to pencil pushing. But Action knew deep down in the pit of his stomach that he was on to a major crime that needed investigating.
At 10 in the morning down at the park, Action met up with Bibi. He was taken aback at seeing her in her civilian outfit, instead of the lab coat he associated her with.
"Well, Miss Stahler, I was wondering what you looked like without your lab coat on" he said.
"Does it meet with your approval, Detective?" she said, coolly.
"Yes indeed it does" he said in a tone that bordered on flirtatious.
"We are here to discuss your attempted murder case, not my appearance...Detective Action" she said, haughtily. That clipped German accent, the look of coolness and slight disdain only made her look more attractive to him but she was right; they were here in a professional capacity and he had to focus his mind on that.
"Let's sit over there and talk about what you've found out" said Action. Bibi nodded and they went and sat down at a park bench. Bibi produced a folder with a typed up ballistics report.
"So, what did you discover about the weapon?" he asked.
"Not much. From the photo it is a non-standard design that does not match any commercially available pistol." she said.
"OK, how about military or foreign military?" he asked.
Bibi shook her head. "I did a thorough check" she said with an arrogant confidence. "and the pistol matches nothing on any file...civilian, military or foreign"
"So are we looking at a custom design? A one of a kind?" he asked.
Bibi nodded cautiously. "Perhaps. We have nothing else to go on"
"What about ballistics? What calibre was the bullet?"
"Unknown" she replied.
Action looked frustrated by the lack of information coming from Bibi. "What do you mean, 'unknown'? Didn't you find a bullet?"
"We did not" she replied, calmly.
"So the gunman went back and retrieved the bullet before we could but surely it hit something? Imbedded in a wall, tree or street lamp?"
"We found only scorch marks on a street lamp post, no bullet hole. But those scorch marks match the trajectory and line of sight of the pistol in the photograph."
Action was intrigued. A gun that left no bullet hole but only a scorch mark. "What caused these scorch marks? The bullet ricocheting off the lamp?"
"No. The marks are burns...as if that area of the lamp was subjected to a high concentration of intense heat." she said.
"I don't follow"
"Imagine something that produces the heat and narrow beam of a....what is the word? Like a welding torch but used to cut instead of join?"
"You mean an oxy-acetylene torch?" he said.
"Ja. That. Only fired from 20 yards away, not point blank."
"How is that possible?"
"Some kind of weapon that fires a narrow beam or burst of intense heat would be my guess"
"You mean some kind of ray gun? Like out of Buck Rogers?"
"I do not get the reference...'Buck Rogers'" she said, quizzically.
"A death ray from one of those science-fiction stories" he elaborated.
"How melodramatic, Action. But in a roundabout way, that is a distinct possibility" again, she remained cool and Teutonic in her speech. Action, however, found it difficult to take in.
"Oh that's just great!" he said, in frustration. "That's just swell...I've got a threadbare case already, the Chief is going to chuck me off it any moment now and here you are telling me the weapon is a ray gun! That just takes the cookie!"
"Facts are facts, Action, whether we like them or not" said Bibi.
"Well, maybe I can get some information that makes sense from...him!" said Action, pointing a finger at a man jogging past them. It was Alan Cuffe, who's assistant might have been the intended target of the assassin.
"Mr Cuffe, may I have a word with you?" said Action.
"For you, Detective Action, you can have five" replied Cuffe. "And you haven't introduced me to your delightful friend" he added, smiling at Bibi with intent.
"Forensic Officer Bibi Stahler...also of the 13th Precinct" said Bibi, introducing herself very formally.
"The work days must fly by with you around, enchante" said Cuffe, bowing slightly to her.
"This case" began Action, trying to get Cuffe's attention "we're still trying to establish whether your assistant was the target of the gunman"
"I can't think why anyone would want to kill Madelyn" said Cuffe.
"Rumour has it she's been making deals with some criminal types" said Action.
"I wouldn't know anything about that" said Cuffe, defensively.
"Well, just to be sure I need to ask you and your assistant more questions" persisted Action.
Cuffe paused for a moment before saying "Of course, Detective. But I would like this questioning to be done discretely....could it be at my residence instead of your police station?"
"I could settle for that" said Action. "I'll swing by this afternoon...don't either of you go out until after I've been"
"So noted, Detective" said Cuffe before he resumed his run.
"He's hiding something" said Bibi.
"You don't say..." said Action, sarcastically.
Bibi returned to the Precinct HQ whilst Action headed over to the Blue Velvet for a lunchtime drink.
"Hey, Action, what can I get you?" said the bartender.
"The usual, Thalia" he replied.
"You look like you've just received some bad news, is everything OK?"
"Thalia...if I told you what was bothering me you wouldn't believe a word of it"
He was pondering what to do with this new information that some kind of death ray gun was used to shoot at one or both of the targets. "Makes some sense with what Feng and Buchanan said...they didn't hear a gunshot, more some kind of whoosh or fizzing noise...or maybe Bibi's completely mad, I don't know" he thought as he downed his drink. He thought about who might know about such weapons and realised...he didn't have to look far; he lived next door to a scientist and engineer.
"Hey Travis, Summer....is Liberty around?" Action had made his way from the bar to his street to get more information from a couple of people who might have expert knowledge in...death rays. Travis was some kind of electronics engineer who worked with computers and Liberty worked for Space Y, a subdivision of NASA.
"Yeah, she's out back somewhere" said Travis. "What's it about?"
"It's purely a work related visit, Trav" said Action. "Say, do you know anything of the real science of death rays you see in those B movies?"
"Do you mean Lasers?" Travis replied.
"Yeah, that's the word I'm looking for: Lasers. Know anything about them?"
"Not much; they're new technology and we don't use them where I work. Liberty will know more"
"Thanks...I'll go and see her about it" said Action, getting up and walking off towards the back of the house.
Action tensed up in anticipation of seeing Liberty. They'd had a one night stand a few months ago and since then Liberty in particular was always nervous around him. They never spoke about that night, other than to acknowledge it was fun in that moment but that it wouldn't lead anywhere but, still, there was some tension in the air whenever the two met.
"Liberty, I hope I'm not intruding" he said, entering the room where she was in.
"Action! Oh, no. Nice to see you. How's it going?" she said, startled to see him.
"It's a work related matter...do you work with Lasers?"
That question she did not expect from him and she didn't respond straight away. "Well...yes..." she said in reply "sometimes. We use them for precision measuring mostly. We can use a Laser to project a spot on the Moon..."
"...or at closer range cut through solid metal! Goldfinger, James Bond" said Action.
"Well, yes, that too. Why the interest?"
"Could a Laser be used as a weapon, pistol sized?"
Liberty raised her eyebrows in surprise. "A weapon? I mean it can do serious damage but the size of a pistol? No way...it's brand new technology, only six years since it was invented. They require enormous power supplies and coolant to function. No, Laser pistols are only the stuff of science fiction."
"But could someone be working on one? The military? A foreign power?"
"As a scientist and engineer I'd say not a chance. We're years, maybe even decades off making a hand held Laser weapon."
Action said nothing but thought about this information...he'd hit a brick wall on this line. Maybe, just maybe, the Landraabs had access to this fantastical weapon but that was a huge reach with no evidence to back it up. Maybe Bibi was just plain wrong about a Laser pistol.
He said goodbye to Liberty, Travis and Summer and decided his next port of call was to take up Alan Cuffe's invitation and go to his place to interrogate him and Madelyn Buchanan. He headed over to Oasis Springs and when he arrived at the Cuffe residence he could see there was some kind of party going on with people coming and going and loud music playing.
After Action had parked his car he noticed this wasn't just any party Cuffe was throwing, it was a meeting of the Kitten Club. As he approached the front door he noticed a few of the fabled Lothario Kittens enter the premises all wearing their provocative outfits, complete with fake cat ears.
Action was momentarily distracted by the Kittens walking past him that he didn't notice someone approaching him.
"Can I help you?" said a soft, feminine voice. Action turned around to see another Kitten standing before him.
"I certainly hope so" said Action, looking the young woman up and down. He recognised her from a previous issue of 'Lothario' magazine and...crucially...she was the model in the photos the day the attempted assassination took place. "Now...I believe your name is Jenny and you are Miss March, 1966."
"Actually I was Miss February" she corrected. "But well remembered Mister...?"
"Action, Detective John Action, Sim City PD"
"Oooh, a detective...have you come to take down my particulars?" she said, playfully.
"Don't tempt me...no, I'm here to speak to your boss but actually I think you might be able to help my investigation as well. Do you remember a photo shoot you did about 2 weeks ago? One down at the Fashion Quarter, San Myshuno?"
"I do" she said, assuredly. "What about it?"
"Do you remember anything unusual about that shoot? Like strange lights or noises?"
"Actually I do...I remember at one point I looked across the plaza and I saw this bright red flash of light in these bushes and I was startled. Michael...the photographer...got really angry at me...well, he's a temperamental artiste at the best of times...and I tried to explain what I'd seen that startled me"
"Did you see anyone near that bright flash of light?" asked Action, very intrigued by now.
"No. No one. But that was the only thing that I remember being unusual...the bright red light and a whizzing sound, like electricity crackling"
"Jenny...you are very observant and bright; you'd be my nomination for Kitten of the Year" said Action, smiling. He also noticed that by now other Lothario Kittens had gathered around him.
"Who's this?" said one of them, a woman Action identified as Miss January. "A new member? Well meowwwww!" she said in a suggestive voice and mimicking a cat holding out its paw.
"This is Detective John Action from the police" said Jenny.
"Ooh, we are lucky to have one of our brave boys in blue here" said a third Kitten who Action didn't recognise but who looked mighty fine in his eyes. Action forgot his duty for a moment and enjoyed the attention he was receiving but just then a familiar figure stepped from out of the house and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Detective Action, so good you accepted my invitation. I trust the girls are taking good care of you?" said Alan Cuffe, looking dapper in a tuxedo and shaking Action's hand.
"They've been most helpful" said Action. "But I'm here on business, not pleasure, remember?" he added, wishing it was the other way around.
"I do...step inside and we'll discuss matters in my office" said Cuffe, ushering him in. "Now are you one of those officers who refuses a drink because they're on duty?"
"I'd better stick to Coke on this occasion" said Action, noticing that the place was buzzing with guests: Sharp dressed men in tuxedos or smart suits and the Kittens themselves in costume.
They went to Cuffe's office where already there were a few people gathered. One of them was Madelyn Buchanan, who was wearing a Kitten outfit as well.
"Miss Buchanan, I'd like to have a follow up discussion about the attempted shooting" said Action.
"Please, call me Madelyn" she said, in a flirtatious manner. She seemed tipsy or high; Action couldn't figure out which.
"OK, Madelyn, I've got information...reliable information...that you've been in business with Malcolm Landgraab selling drugs"
Madelyn's face dropped and she looked nervous. "It's just a little personal transaction...for my own use, plus a few friends"
"Sure it is" said Action, sceptically.
"Listen...I broke off contact with him: I don't deal anymore!" she said.
"And how did he take that news?"
"Fine...OK...I guess; Mommy thought it was time he stopped anyway. He gets frightened by the cops"
"So could Nancy Landgraab think you're a bad influence on her son and might she feel resentful enough to have you shot?"
"What? No! I get on with Nancy...I've known her for years. That's how I met Malcolm. Detective, if I were the target then I can assure you it wasn't Nancy who was the shooter."
"I think you'll find that we have nothing to do with the shooting" said Cuffe, who had ambled up to Action. "Now why don't you enjoy our hospitality a little" he said, ushering Action away from Madelyn.
"Cuffe, I know what you're trying to do and why you wanted me to come here!" said Action, angrily. "You want to distract me from my investigations with the booze, the pretty girls and the atmosphere. Well what about if I look around the place, what would I find? Maybe I should do just that..."
"Detective, I run a legit enterprise here." said Cuffe. "You'll find nothing illegal here. But this whole affair could be bad for my business and I don't want you stirring up trouble where there is none"
"An attempted shooting is not 'nothing' as you put it. And I won't be bribed either. Good day, Mr Cuffe" and with that Action got up and left. Cuffe finished his drink and thought about matters. He'd assessed Action wrong; the man was a bloodhound and wouldn't be swayed. Cuffe put down his glass and walked over to Madelyn.
"Has he gone and is she here yet?" he asked her.
"She's just arrived and that is Action driving off into town right there" replied Madelyn.
"Good. I will come and greet her" he said walking to the door. "Lily, so good of you to drop by" he said to Lily Feng.
"Lily...that was Detective Action who just left and he won't leave this attempted shooting case be. That's bad for both our businesses as he goes around digging stuff up trying to find his gunman" said Cuffe.
"I'm sure we can apply some top down pressure to get the case dropped, or at least reassigned to someone less diligent than him" said Lily.
"I don't think he's the kind of man who'll give up that lightly. By all means, bring your influence to bear on getting this case dropped but in the meantime it would be well if you and I pooled our information and sorted out who might want to harm either one of us."
"Action seems to think it's the Landgraabs" said Madelyn.
"Is it?" Cuffe asked Lily.
"Maybe it would be convenient to let the police think that" said Lily. "Or maybe it was them. Either way, it would get them out of our hair"
"I have no axe to grind with the Landgraabs, and neither does Madelyn. I think you were the target, Lily, what do you say to that?
Lily said nothing.
"You know who did it, don't you!" said Madelyn as the penny dropped in her mind.
Meanwhile Action had finished his shift and was frustrated: Instead of making solid progress on the case he had more questions than answers. Now he was dealing with Laser guns and a mystery assassin not connected to the number 1 crime family in the city. Back to square one. He headed off into the city to meet up with his girlfriend, Katherine.
After a day spent mostly in the company of beautiful women: Bibi, Summer, Liberty, Madelyn, Jenny and the rest of the Kitten Club he would now add another on to the list...his own girlfriend. Action had an active libido and could never be tied down by one woman but Katherine seemed to "get" him more than any other girl he'd been with for a long, long time. He loved being with her, loved her instincts and she was a great lover as well but his eye was too easily distracted and that didn't sit right with him when he was with her.
"You look like you could do with a drink" she said, taking one look at him.
"You got that straight" he said "and I could do with your company as well"
They went into the bar, Planet Honey Pop, and ordered drinks. Katherine told Action of her day with the charity and Action, for his part, found it very difficult to explain how his work was going. "Let's just say I'm still compiling a list of suspects" he said, non-commitally.
"And now" came a voice over the loudspeakers "Planet Honey Pop is proud to announce tonight's very special act. The voice of a songbird, please give it up for the fabulous Jolene!"
A young woman dressed in a figure hugging sky blue outfit came out on stage to the applause of the clientele. Action recognised her at once...she was one of the Lothario Kittens: Miss April.
"I'm just going to get a better look...and listen, sweetheart" he said to Katherine. Katherine raised an eyebrow in surprise that Action took an interest in this singer.
"She's good" said Action.
"She is...why the sudden interest?" said Katherine, beginning to feel jealous.
"She's tangentially involved in this case I'm working on. She works for Alan Cuffe but she has a sideline as a singer...I'm thinking I might need some insider information on Cuffe's business dealings or, more accurately, his assistant's."
"As long as your interest in Jolene is purely work related" said Katherine, casting a suspicious look at Action.
"Hey baby, you know my heart is with you!" he said, shocked.
"It's the rest of you I sometimes worry about" she replied.
"OK, let's say we quit this joint, head on back to my place where I'll cook you up some dinner and you can have my undivided attention?" he said, seductively.
"Now you're talking" Katherine replied.
"I hope you like Italian" said Action, as he stirred the pasta sauce one more time.
"I love Italian and that smells delicious" replied Katherine. "Say, Action, you seem less pre-occupied now we're back home"
"That's because I am...my case is so messed up I can't waste any time being exhausted and frustrated with it anymore. That's one of the reasons I like having you around: You take me away from all the muck and the mess of the job."
"I hope that's not all I am of use to you"
"No way...you're so much more. Companion, confidant, sounding board, inspiration and....lover" Action took hold of Katherine and held her close to him as they kissed. The faces and memories of all those other women vanished from his mind as they kissed...only the bubbling sound of the cooking pot distracted him.
"I'm telling you, the Goths can't be the third part of the Triangle of Power" said Neil to Suzy at breakfast.
"Why not? It makes sense; they're an old established family with a lot of secrets...probably more than the Landgraabs and the Fengs" she replied.
"I know...but the third group are referred to as 'The Visitors'. Why is that? Why mention the Landgraabs and the Fengs by name but not the Goths? And besides, they're the original founding fathers of Sim City so they're hardly visitors by the other's standards."
"So if the Visitors aren't the Goths, who are they then?"
"I've got two theories" said Neil, warming to his point. "One, it's another family...looking into old, established families in the city the other one of note that has a complicated past are the Villareals."
"I haven't met any of them" said Suzy.
"They're very private and don't socialise much...but the other theory is that the third group might not be a family but an organisation. Who they are, what they do and who's a member I just don't know...yet"
"Well look at who's doing my job better than me right now!" said an impressed Suzy.
"I'm your researcher...you do the interviews and the writing part" said Neil.
"Well there's one bit of research I DON'T want you involved with today!" said Suzy, getting up from the dining table. "Summer and I are going to try on bridal dresses today and you're to be nowhere near us"
"Aww, spoilsport!" said Neil. "Good luck with that...I'm sure you'll choose something breath-taking with all your expert knowledge."
"And once I've sorted out the wedding and bridesmaid dresses, I'll sort out your suit!" said Suzy.
"What? Wait!" said Neil.
An hour later Suzy had met up with Summer Holiday outside of JF&S Clothiers; purveyors of bridal and formal wear. Both women were filled with a combination of excitement, trepidation and a sense that this made the impending nuptials seem ever more impending: It was about to get real!
"Well, we're here" said Summer, looking anxiously in the shop window. "Have you got any ideas of what you want?"
"I've been flooded with bridal magazines, catalogues and advice from my colleagues" said Suzy. "And at the end of it all I have no idea"
"Will you go with white?"
"Yes....definitely. Or maybe. Maybe not. Pink? Blue? Red? Oh this is so difficult!"
"Well we're not going to find any answers standing around out here: As your bridesmaid I insist we march into that shop right now!"
They entered JF&S's and were taken aback by the sheer variety of formal wear. A smartly dressed woman in a black Chanel suit approached them.
"Hello, how can I help you?" she said.
"Well, I'm getting married..." said Suzy.
"Oh congratulations" said the woman, graciously. "We will endeavour to help you look wonderful on your happiest of days"
"That's why we're here....this is my Maid of Honour" said Suzy, indicating Summer.
"And we will make sure you look divine as well" said the shop assistant. "Now have you thought about a theme? Are you going with classical, modern, vintage, short, long, very long, very short..."
"We've come here with a blank slate" said Suzy. "So we're in your capable hands"
"Excellent" said the woman, with an excited look in her eye. "Then let us begin your odyssey!"
"I think that's an excellent choice, Madam" said the shop assistant after an epic session trying on different dresses. "Flattering and romantic if I may say so"
"Thank you, the more I think about it, the more I love it" said Suzy. "And Summer, your dress will be the perfect accompaniment"
"Now you young ladies make sure you don't put on or lose weight between now and the happy day" warned the assistant.
As Summer and Suzy left the shop they stood in the bright Spring sunshine and took a deep breath. "I think we made the right choice, don't you?" said Suzy.
"Well, a bit late now if you want to change: You've put the deposits down on them"
It was time for the two friends to go their separate ways to work and Suzy had some research to do down at Willow Creek Archive.
She went straight upstairs to the most obscure, dusty and out of the way part of the archive to find out more about the local history of Sim City. There had to be more clues about who 'The Visitors' were. She pored over volume after volume in the hope that more of the book where that mysterious page she found a couple of months ago would be found in the collection. She researched the Landgraabs, the Fengs and the Villareals: Family histories, newspaper archives and general history books of the region but she was coming up blank.
After a frustrating time at the library, it was time to go home for dinner. Neil was already there, changed into his work outfit.
"Hey, darling" he said "how did it all go today?"
"Well....I have a wedding dress now" Suzy replied.
"Ooh, nice. And I take it I'm not allowed to know what it's like?"
"Absolutely top secret until you see me coming down the aisle"
"I didn't know you were so traditional"
"Only when it comes to weddings" she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, I'm off to work now..." said Neil. "By the time I come back you'll have probably booked the Sim City Philharmonic for the wedding band"
"Don't tempt me! See you later"
The grilled fruit for dinner...a choice motivated by having to maintain her figure from now until the wedding...was filling but still she had the feeling that she'd hit a wall in her investigations. Restless, she sought out the one person she knew well enough to help answer her questions.
"John...hi, I'm not intruding am I?"
"Suzy...long time no see, girl!" said Action, answering the door with a smile. "Come on in...what can I do for you?"
"Thanks. Well, I'm looking for some answers to many questions I have"
Action's face changed from jovial to serious. "Is this about your investigations into the Landgraabs? I warned you that could be dangerous"
"I know, but it's more than that...it involves them, and the Fengs and Jacques Villareal as well"
Action shot Suzy a piercing glare at the mention of the name, Villareal. "What do you know about Jacques Villareal?"
They sat down on the couch together. "I know his family are one of the oldest in the city and that he's a widower" said Suzy.
"She disappeared without a trace and he's the leading suspect. She was legally declared dead but not one shred of evidence could be found to connect him to her vanishing, even though he had motive, means and opportunity"
Suzy was shocked to hear this. "Do you think he could be connected to the Landgraab's criminal activities?"
"Heck, I can't even pin anything on them either!" said Action, in frustration. "Look, let's share some information...strictly off the record, of course"
"Of course" replied Suzy.
"There's this case I'm working on that I believe might involve all the different strands you're interested in" began Action. "Last week someone tried to shoot Lily Feng....or a woman called Madelyn Buchanan. Ever heard of her?"
"No, I haven't" said Suzy. "Who is she?"
"She's Alan Cuffe's personal assistant. Here's a photo of her" he said, handing her a photo from his case file.
"Wait! I've seen this woman before!" exclaimed Suzy. "Yes, I've seen her with Malcolm Landgraab: They were conducting some kind of shady deal at the Bowl-O-Rama."
"Now that is interesting" said Action. "Now we don't know who the gunman is or who they were working for but either this Madelyn or Lily Feng were the targets."
Suzy thought for a moment before saying. "If the target was Cuffe's assistant then it's likely a rival of the Landgraabs. Could it be Jacques Villareal?"
Action shrugged his shoulders "Could be...worth following up. If the target was Lily Feng then we're in the dark about who would want her dead: She's got no criminal record, nothing in her background about receiving threats."
"Maybe whoever it was wants to get at Victor by getting her?" mused Suzy.
"Dang! Nothing is connecting up neatly" said Action,
"If I find out anything more, I'll let you know" said Suzy.
"I'd appreciate that" said Action. "But that information about Madelyn and Malcom is very useful to me. Very useful indeed."
Suzy then headed back home but just outside Action's house she saw Bakko Jang walking past.
"Hey, Suzy...how are the plans for the big day going?" he asked in his usual, jovial manner.
"Oh, fine...fine..." she responded, flicking her mind from her investigations to wedding planning. "Say, Bakko, you're on our guest list but I was wondering if you'd like to do the music for the reception as well?"
"Suzy, Suzy...you don't have to ask. Consider it my wedding present for you guys." said Bakko.
Well, that was another thing on the wedding list to cross off. If only her investigation was this straightforwards.
"98...99...100! And........rest!" said Jeremy after he and Barbara finished their keep fit routine down at Skye Fitness, the exclusive health club that Jeremy had become a member of through his contacts at work.
"Phew, I am ready to collapse into a heap!" said Barbara.
"Ah, not yet...today's a big day!" said Jeremy.
"The way I'm feeling right now I'm not sure I could even open the door of the shop" she gasped, looking for the nearest water cooler to get a drink form.
"I have good news on that front...for the first official opening day of Pack's Clothing I have found you a keen and dedicated shop assistant!"
"Oh yes, who's that?" she asked.
"Me" he said, proudly. "I've taken the day off so I will be your willing gopher. I have no idea about fashion but I can work a register, take inventories, do the accounts..."
"Jeremy, that is fab news!" she said, putting her arms around him. "It will be great...you and me...working together and I'll teach you everything you need to know about how to sell clothes"
"I will put myself into your capable hands" he said, giving her a little kiss.
They showered, dressed and on their way out of the health club they spotted an old friend: Bakko Jang. He was setting up his amplifier and tuning his guitar for another public gig. Jeremy had to go and see him as Bakko was a loyal and wise friend of his.
"Well, well, well if it isn't Sim City's cutest couple...how are you guys doing?" said Bakko, putting down his guitar.
"We're good...invigorated after some exercise" said Jeremy.
"Speak for yourself! I'm aching!" said Barbara.
Bakko let out a little laugh. "I hope you have enough energy for your grand opening today. Well done on getting it ready on time. I was down that way on Friday and had a little look in the window. Groovy place you've got there, Babs. I dig the style."
"Thanks Bakko. Could we tempt you to come along and visit later?" she replied.
"Maybe, guys, maybe...gotta gig at the Narwhal Arms later on but...this is one way I can help...I'll get the word out to all the people I meet and tell them about the shop. But get a load of you two: To think how far you have come since I first met you...well done guys; you're beautiful people."
Barbara was moved to go over and give Bakko a big hug, and Jeremy shook his hand vigorously.
"Hey, don't crush my strumming hand! That's my livelihood!" joked Bakko.
They said their goodbyes and headed over to the boutique. There it stood; now fully furnished, decorated and stocked. It was the first day of a new venture and Barbara gulped at the prospect of running a business that she was entirely responsible for.
"OK...this is it! I'm really nervous!" said Barbara, holding tightly on to Jeremy's hands.
"Teamwork, Barbara, teamwork...I'm here by your side" he replied. She nodded, reached for the key to the shop and opened the door. Her kingdom awaited inside.
"Right, what can I do to help?" asked Jeremy.
"OK, erm...I know; can you check to see everything is in its right place and clean and switch on the radio for some background music" said Barbara.
"OK, what station? A little Mitch Miller or Lawrence Welk or even Perry Como if you want something more out there"
Barbara rolled her eyes. "None of that square stuff you listen to with your parents, Jeremy. I want a Carnaby Street vibe in here so we're going British Invasion. Something like The Who"
"I have no idea who. I don't know these British bands"
"I mean there's a band called The Who"
"The what?"
"Not The What...THE WHO!"
"I'll get cleaning" said Jeremy, puzzled as to why a band would call themselves something vague like 'The Who'.
Jeremy checked over the shop in such detail that Barbara had to hurry him up..."It's nearly 9am, Jeremy, quickly...get ready I'm going to flip the open sign" she said.
They watched the wall clock and counted down the last few seconds: 5...4...3...2...1 and OPEN! Barbara flipped the sign and jogged back to the cash register. Jeremy looked around, wondering where he should be in the shop.
And nothing happened for the first fifteen minutes. Barbara and Jeremy had primed themselves for the moment of opening they were motionless enough that anyone passing might mistake them for one of the mannequins. One very trendily dressed young woman walked past the shop, paused by the window and for a moment Barbara thought she would be their first customer, but in the end the woman walked on and off into the distance.
Eventually someone did enter the shop: A lady of Asian descent who was wearing a long, floral patterned dress. Jeremy recognised her.
"Hello...it's Officer Datta, isn't it?" he said.
"Yes it is...now I know you from somewhere, don't I?" she responded.
"I'm John Action's neighbour. We met once before"
"Oh yes, so this is your shop...is it?" she said, looking around.
"Well, it's my girlfriend's actually...I'm helping out for the day. Can I help with anything?"
Barbara came over to them. "Hello, I'm Barbara and welcome to Pack's Clothing."
"Well...I've been invited to something called a 'mod party' and I'm looking for a new party dress" said Datta.
"I've got this from here, Jeremy" said Barbara.
"Thanks" he replied, quietly. "I have no idea what you wear to a mod party"
Barbara took Prisha Datta and showed her various items that might be suitable for the event but it wasn't long before a second customer entered and Jeremy had to deal with him.
The young man looked intense and worried and his gaze darted from mannequin to shelf to display pedestal. With Barbara busy with Prisha, Jeremy felt he had to step up to the plate to help the man.
"Erm, hello. I'm Jeremy and I work here...well, I kind of help out here...it's my girlfriend's shop and...you don't actually need to know any of that except that I'm here to answer any questions and hopefully find what you're looking for"
The young man gave Jeremy a blank stare before eventually speaking. "Yeah, so my roomies tell me that they don't want to be seen in public with me whilst I'm wearing this T-shirt...shirts, really, I own 5 exact copies...and, well, you know what it's like with women..." he said gesturing to Barbara with his head. "There's this chick I share a house with and she's like really hot and groovy and...you know, man, I've got to dress to impress and all that scene."
"I think...I follow you" said Jeremy. "Dress to impress a woman..." he said, looking frantically around the shop. "...I think we can help you in that department...let's try....over there!" he said, pointing towards a couple of male mannequins. He spotted a brochure for the clothing supply company on the countertop and grabbed that: He needed a script to work from.
Meanwhile Barbara was giving advice to Prisha. "Now this peppermint green dress is the height of fashion at the moment..." she said, indicating the mannequin.
Prisha looked at it and hummed "I'm not sure...I have seen that exact dress around town and I want something more distinctive"
"OK...I think I have just the thing!" said Barbara.
The young man, who was named Mitchell, went into the changing booth to try on an outfit that Jeremy recommended. Mitchell stepped out of the booth to inspect himself in the mirror whilst Jeremy read the text from the brochure.
"This patterned shirt, made from a Dacron/Draylon mix is the cutting edge in male style, especially when teamed with these Crimplene slacks. Only $13.80 when bought with the shirt."
"I dunno, man" said Mitchell. "I think the shirt's too snug around my gut... I can see some of my belly hairs poking out"
Jeremy grimaced at the idea of "belly hairs" poking through a shirt. "I'm sure we can find something more suitable" he said, looking around the shop again.
Prisha still couldn't make up her mind as Barbara showed her more and more things to try on but another customer entered the shop, then another. "If you require any help, sir, just give me or my assistant a call and we'll be with you in a moment" she said.
"I'm still with this other guy!" said Jeremy, softly, to her.
"Just leave these new people to browse and if they look like they want to ask something, let them know you'll be along as soon as you can. Don't make them feel ignored" said Barbara.
As Jeremy and Barbara tried to help their most indecisive customers it turned out that Prisha and Mitchell helped each other. He was trying on a Corduroy suit with a brown turtleneck sweater underneath and this drew favourable comment from Prisha.
"I have a work colleague who wears those kinds of suits...and he's the coolest man I've ever met" she said.
Mitchell raised an eyebrow and said "Really?" He looked again in the mirror, sucked in his gut and stood in profile to inspect himself. "Yeah, I like the idea of this kind of suit but...I don't like the colour. What is this, mycelium?"
"I have a similar suit over here but in more a kind of orange...orangey brownish...well, something like that" said Jeremy, indicating another mannequin.
Meanwhile Barbara thought she'd hit the jackpot with Prisha. "OK" she asked the customer "how are you with short?"
"Short? As in mini short?" replied Prisha.
"Yes, mini...quite mini in fact. Would that present a problem?"
"Erm...." Prisha thought. "Well...I am proud of my Indian heritage so I like the long, flowing look with the hint of the traditional Hindi style. I've never worn a miniskirt though"
"OK, now you might not like this but give it a go" said Barbara, holding out a few blue wisps of nothing much. "It's mod...very mod. It's about the most mod dress I have in stock at the moment."
Prisha took it from Barbara's hands and felt the material. "My, this is so light, so delicate to the touch!" she said.
"Double layer chiffon over satin" said Barbara.
Prisha thought about it. Well, I'll try it for the material alone" she said and Barbara showed her the way to the changing room.
It was a nervous few minutes for Barbara as she saw yet another customer enter and she was keen to close the deal and sell her first item. Eventually Prisha emerged from the changing room and Barbara let out a gasp when she saw the dress on the customer.
"How do you like it?" asked Barbara.
"Hmmm" said Prisha, taking a few steps up and down and looking in the mirror. The fabric feels amazing but....wow, that's a lot of leg I'm showing. She looked herself up and down once more. Yes...YES...I like this a lot! I'll take it"
Barbara cheered inside and could hear the cash register ringing in her head. Jeremy too was having some luck. Mitchell had found something he liked as well.
"Yeah, I can dig this" said Mitchell.
Two sales down but more customers were entering the shop.
"No resting on our laurels!" said Jeremy to Barbara.
As well as full outfits, accessories were selling well too: Men's shoes, women's earrings and sunglasses were shifting and eventually the division of labour was changed so that Barbara assisted the customers and made sales whilst Jeremy restocked items sold.
5pm came around and, as the last customer left with a purchase of a Dacron/Draylon patterned shirt Barbara could finally flip to shop sign to "closed". She turned to Jeremy and said "phew, what a first day! We had more customers than I'd expected. How did we do sales wise?"
Jeremy had the accounts book in front of him. "You might want to sit down for this bit of news" he said.
"OK, sock it to me" said Barbara.
"Now this is subtracting utility bills and restocking sold items but....the profit for today was....$534."
"Five...hundred...?" gasped Barbara.
"...and thirty four Simoleons...oh and 75 cents" said Jeremy.
"That's way above our projections! And that profit goes straight into our bank account?"
"It goes straight into our bank account"
Barbara was left speechless. Jeremy produced a bag from behind the counter. "Now I took the liberty of having a little trophy commissioned to celebrate your first sale...I thought it might look good hanging from that wall" he said, pulling a framed certificate with the words "CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR FIRST SALE: BARBARA DUBOIS, PROPRIETOR, PACK'S CLOTHING" written on it. He hung it on a spare picture hook on one of the walls.
Barbara was moved and called Jeremy over. "Tell me, lover, how much profit did we make today?" she said, grabbing him around the waist.
"Five hundred and thirty four Simoleons..." he whispered as her mouth drew close to his "and seventy....five....cents..."
"You're so sexy when you quote statistics!" she said, pulling him closer for a big kiss.
"Phew...I feel giddy!" said Jeremy.
"There's more where that came from..." said Barbara, seductively.
"No, seriously, I actually feel giddy...and hot...and nauseous"
"And you've got red blotches all over your face...we need to get you home this instant!"
Once back home Jeremy took a big gulp of medicine whilst Barbara made them a meal. Sitting next to each other on the sofa they looked back on a first, successful day of the boutique.
"I swear that Mitchell guy hadn't washed that shirt he came in with for weeks...maybe even months. I must have gotten a flea bite from it"
"I could not have got through this day without you; maybe a career in retail is beckoning?" she said, smiling.
"I was rushed off my feet I can tell you; I think I like my office desk just fine. But we did learn a lot today; you'll be fine tomorrow"
The two of them snuggled and unwound from the day's events. Barbara eventually decided to call it a night and headed to bed. Jeremy wanted to stay up a little bit later to watch the latest episode of The Saint.
No sooner had the words "may I present to Your Majesty the infamous Simon Templar", the familiar halo appearing above The Saint's head and the opening theme tune started, there was a knock at the door. Jeremy went to see who it was and found Suzy Kent on the front porch.
"Hey, Jeremy, I just dropped by to see how the grand opening went"
"Barbara's gone to bed but...yeah, it went really well. Well, that's what the balance sheet says" he said.
"Did you sell that trendy blue dress I told Barbara about?" Suzy enquired.
"Heck, I don't know what we were selling...she was the expert, I just muddled through. What is 'Dacron' anyway?"
Suzy laughed and Jeremy ushered her inside where he could tell her more about the day.
"It sounds like you guys had a great first day" said Suzy.
"We did...and I'll tell you now; that was the best day off I've ever had!" Jeremy replied.
Suzy turned to him and looked him in the eyes. "You're perhaps the finest man I know" she said.
Jeremy blushed. "I mean, what about Neil? What about your dad?" he blurted.
"You remind me a bit of both of them. You're Barbara's very own White Knight: All that's missing is the horse and the armour"