Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

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Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

Postby mrjones2009 » Sat Dec 10, 2016 11:49 am

Chapter 1

Maureen Thackeray-Jones looked in the mirror and immediately noted that a few grey hairs had started to appear at her temples. Running her hands through her long auburn hair she made a mental note to call her hairdresser and arrange an appointment for early the following week. Maureen wasn’t vain but since taking over full responsibility for running the family jewellery business on her father’s passing four years previously found that looking at her best helped her project the correct image. Although a small affair the business serviced many high end clients that valued the privacy that Maureen and her staff provided. Maureen finished putting on her stylish but understated jewellery and checked her watch. Noting that she was running a little late, no excuse for that even on a Friday she hurried across the room to select the pair of heels that would set off her outfit perfectly, a well tailored navy knee length skirt and matching jacket. After selecting her shoes Maureen made her way downstairs hoping to find her daughter ready to head to work. Her daughter Rebecca or Becky to her friends had returned from finishing college. From what Maureen could gather the only thing that her daughter had achieved during those four years was to make the cheerleading squad. Anyway after letting Rebecca do not very much for a couple of months Maureen had forced her to start working at the store with her. After a rough start Maureen was surprised by how Rebecca had fitted in and taken to the work. Not fully paying attention Maureen flung open the door into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight that confronted her.

Ten minutes earlier

Rebecca sat in the living room of her mother’s home watching the morning news without taking any of it in. The lead story had been something about a burglary in a neighbouring town a couple of days ago. Rebecca played with the silk scarf round her neck; it was part of the uniform that her mother made her wear whilst working in the store, blue skirt finishing just above the knee, white blouse, blue scarf matching the shirt, blazer and sensible black shoes. Glancing at her watch and wondering what was keeping her mother there was suddenly a knock at the front door. Rebecca hurried to the door wondering who would be calling so early. She flung it open to find herself confronted by three women dressed identically like her, blue skirt finishing just above the knee, white blouse; blue scarf matching the shirt, blazer and sensible black shoes except these three women also wore headscarves, large dark glasses, leather gloves and carried a large handbag over a shoulder. Without waiting for an invitation or saying anything the three women entered the house. They quickly formed a triangle around Rebecca, one directly behind with the other two slightly off to either side. Rebecca taken aback by the way that the women had just entered the house stood looking at the two women facing her in turn. Then the women pounced without warning. The woman behind Rebecca grabbed both of her arms and brought them forcefully behind her back. Rebecca opened her mouth to protest but any sounds were muffled as a large cloth was forced into her mouth by one of the women in front of her. Now totally thrown off balance by the turn of events Rebecca didn’t even struggle as her wrists were being bound behind her back with what felt like thin rope or cord. The women who had forced the cloth into her mouth produced a silk scarf from her pocket which she then used to secure cloth in her mouth, knotting the scarf behind Rebecca’s head forcing the cloth deeper into her mouth. Rebecca caught a flash as something came over her head from behind. She heard a faint click then felt the pressure tighten just below her breasts as her arms were pinned into her back and what she guessed to be some kind of strap. Rebecca was stunned at what had happened and the ease with which these women had overpowered her. Rebecca was about to start a protest when the woman directly in front of her, who she took to be in charge grabbed Rebecca’s chin with one gloved hand and put the index finger of her other hand to her lips. The universal signal for keep quiet, Rebecca silently nodded her understanding. The lead woman then made a movement of her head and the woman standing behind Rebecca moved to close the door. The lead woman then grabbed Rebecca’s arm and started to guide Rebecca through her own house whilst the third woman fell in just behind. Rebecca wondered what was going on. These women oozed authority; they were certainly not to be messed with.

The sight that confronted Maureen Thackeray-Smith was her daughter sitting on a chair at the dining table wearing a worried expression and a cloth stuffed in her mouth secured in place by a scarf. Maureen couldn’t tell but judging from how her daughter was sitting she was pretty sure that her arms were bound behind her back. On each side of her daughter stood a woman dressed in the uniform of her store employees, plus a headscarf and large dark glasses.

“Mrs Thackeray-Jones please take a seat” said the woman on her daughters left indicating the chair directly opposite Rebecca “I appreciate that this will have come as a bit of a shock but if you give me a couple of minutes I will explain.” Maureen looked around the room then sensed movement behind her and spun around to find a third woman dressed in identical fashion to the others.

“Miss Garrett please gag Maureen” said the woman again. Maureen spun round to face her. “You don’t mind if I call you Maureen do you?” the woman enquired.

“But” Maureen muttered almost under her breath

“Don’t worry about the gag. This isn’t going to be a conversation. Just do as we say and nobody gets hurt” the woman said letting her gaze fall onto Rebecca. Maureen didn’t resist as the woman named as Miss Garrett pushed a cloth into her mouth and used a scarf to secure it in place. Then with a little help from Miss Garrett Maureen found herself sitting across from her daughter, gagged at her kitchen table.

“To finish the introductions you can call me Miss Duncan and this is Miss Munroe” indicating the woman standing on the right of Rebecca the lead woman said as she sat on a chair on the other side of the table “Right Maureen this should hopefully be relatively simple if you behave. Our employer has tasked us with recovering an item and we have traced this item to your jewellery store and now we wish to retrieve that item. Simple.” Maureen might have been startled to begin with but had quickly recovered her composure and was running through various options in her head. This seemed to be about a robbery, if a slightly untraditional one. The store had lots of high end and expensive jewellery but no single item that could be worth this much trouble. Maureen decided to play along until she found an opportunity to get help. “Now that we have Maureen’s attention Miss Munroe please escort Rebecca upstairs to her room and make her comfortable.” A flash of fear must have crossed Maureen’s eyes as a smirked appeared on Miss Duncan’s lips. “Maureen don’t worry Miss Munroe will take good care of Rebecca. After all she is our insurance policy that you co-operate. They will stay here whilst Miss Garrett and I escort you to your store and recover the item.” Maureen’s shoulders slumped slightly as she watched Miss Munroe lead a struggling Rebecca toward the door.

Miss Munroe opened the door with one hand and push Rebecca through and down the corridor with the other. Rebecca mumbled behind her gag and turned to face Miss Munroe who gestured with her arm “Lead the way Becky darling. Your bedroom and be quick about it. Any nonsense and there will be consequences. If you behave and mummy plays ball then everything should be fine.” Rebecca reluctantly turned round and headed up the stairs, closely followed by Miss Munroe. Once she entered her room Miss Munroe placed a hand in her back and forced her face down onto her bed. Rebecca remained still for moment then felt her ankles being tied together; then another binding was secured around her thighs. “There make yourself comfortable. It could be a couple of hours.” After a few moments Rebecca squirmed into a position where she was as comfortable as she could get but also where she could also see Miss Munroe. Rebecca watched as her captor took the seat from her dresser and positioned it so that she could see both Rebecca and the door then sat down. Rebecca continued to watch as Miss Munroe took a mobile phone from her pocket and placed it within easy reach on the dresser. Then Miss Munroe reached into her bag and produced a large white cloth and a tinted bottle which she carefully placed on the dresser beside the phone. What was in the bottle Rebecca thought? Finally Miss Munroe produced a book from her bag, opened it and began to read like this was a normal day with a trip to the library.

Back at the kitchen table Miss Duncan was putting the plan into action. She always thought that momentum was essential with situations like this. “Maureen lets get moving. Please stand and get your keys.” Maureen obeyed and made to remove the gag that was currently in her mouth. “No. The gag stays in place, for everyone’s safety. It removes any temptation to shout for help. Miss Garrett, scarf.” Maureen stood and froze as Miss Garrett came round in front of her and carefully produced a silk headscarf and placed it on her head, tying it in place. Maureen glanced in a handily placed mirror and noted the headscarf, as well as being fashionable also performed the functional thing of disguising the gag slightly. “Now Maureen please let’s find your keys and we can get going.” Maureen led the way through the kitchen door and into a corridor where she paused in front of a long table and picked up her handbag. Before she could react Miss Duncan grabbed her wrist. “Just wait a minute” Miss Duncan said whilst reaching into the handbag and removing the mobile phone that was in it. Maureen silently cursed her luck as Miss Duncan placed the phone in the pocket of her jacket. “I assume that the keys are in your bag” Miss Duncan asked. Maureen nodded to answer in the affirmative. Miss Duncan then rummaged in her own bag and produced what Maureen would have described as handcuffs but with large padded cuffs at each end rather than steel cuffs. “Hands out” Miss Duncan instructed, Maureen complied as Miss Duncan placed a cuff around each of Maureen’s wrists and used the small belts to tighten them. After completing that task Miss Duncan looked around and seeing what she wanted picked up a raincoat resting over a nearby chair and hung it on the chain between the cuffs on Maureen’s wrists, effectively hiding the fact that Maureen wrists were secure. Miss Duncan indicated to Miss Garrett that it was time to head off and Miss Garrett grabbed Maureen’s upper arm, Maureen wincing at the strength of the grip as they followed Miss Duncan toward the door and out into the early morning sunshine. Maureen saw a large dark coloured four door saloon car parked on the drive. The small group of women headed for the car. As they got closer Maureen noted that the windows were heavily tinted. Miss Duncan opened the near side rear door and Miss Garrett helped Maureen down into the rear seat, a bit like the police with a suspect. Maureen sat perfectly still and noticed another woman in the drivers’ seat. Miss Garrett walked round and got in the back beside Maureen whilst Miss Jackson got in the front passenger seat. “Maureen this is Miss Peel”. With that the car was started and they headed off. It was be around thirty minutes to reach the shop, dependant of traffic. Maureen was going to spend all of it trying to find a way out of this predicament.

The car slowed as they drove past the front of the store. Maureen turned her head to look at the store front but none of the other women in the car did. Although Maureen was sure that they took in everything from behind their sunglasses. Miss Peel made a left at the end of the street and Maureen assumed that they were heading for the rear entrance. It was where Maureen and the staff always entered from in the morning. The women had obviously done their homework. Miss Peel pulled the car into an alley between two stores and stopped in a small yard behind Maureen’s store. The engine was killed and the three other women exited the car. Then a couple of seconds later the door next to Maureen was opened and a hand beckoned her out. With a bit of effort and a helping hand Maureen managed to get out of the car. Maureen looked at the rear door into her store and groaned into her gag as she saw two of her staff, Helen and Fiona standing beside the door waiting for her to arrive. “Lead the way and no funny business. Just take is easy Maureen and nobody gets hurt.” Miss Duncan whispered into Maureen’s ear as they walked towards the door.

“Good morning Mrs Thackeray-Jones” Fiona asked as the group arrived at the door. Fiona and Helen glanced at each other with quizzical looks when there was no response. “Are these girls’ new starts?” Fiona tried this time, again without getting a response. Maureen had noticed that Miss Peel and Miss Garrett had worked their way behind the two young women.

“Ladies please do as you are told and nobody gets hurt” Miss Duncan said as her two colleagues pounced on Fiona and Helen, each pulling an arm behind the girls back whilst simultaneously using their leather gloved hands to effectively muffle the scream of both young woman. Fiona and Helen both squirmed until their arms were wrenched back further. The eyes on the two women became wide as they realised there predicament. They struggled again but the strong grip of Miss Garrett and Miss Peel were not for loosening. “Look ladies we have Ms Thackeray-Smith’s daughter so play along and nothing happens to her.” Miss Jackson watched as Fiona and Helen’s eyes switched from her to Maureen who silently nodded her confirmation. “My colleagues are going to remove their hands ladies but no shouting. We need to keep everything quiet so you will be gagged.” Miss Garrett and Miss Peel removed their hands and with practiced skill reached into their pockets and produced a thick cloth which they forced into the mouth of the woman that they had grabbed. Quickly and efficiently the cloth was held in place with a silk scarf tied at the nape of their captives’ neck so that it could not be easily removed. Miss Duncan nudged Maureen in the back and signalled toward the door. Miss Duncan knew that the longer they were in the open the more chance that someone might get suspicious. Slightly awkwardly with her hands cuffed Maureen reached into her bag, removed her keys and unlocked the rear door into the store. Pushing the door open Miss Duncan lead the way inside followed by the three gagged woman with her colleagues bringing up the rear. Miss Duncan heard the gentle beep of an alarm, found the small panel on the wall and beckoned Maureen over indicated for her to enter the code. Maureen paused before entering the code and the beeping stopped. Miss Duncan said a silent thank you. This was probably the moment where things could have gone wrong with the plan. If the alarm had been activated it would have went straight to the police for immediate response. “Keys please” Miss Duncan said to Maureen who placed them in the outstretched hand that was offered. Miss Duncan pulled a sheet of paper out of her bag. Maureen could see that it was a perfect plan of the store showing the shop floor, store rooms and offices on ground floor together with the first floor staff facilities and to her shock the small basement that wasn’t on any official plans. Miss Duncan threw the keys to Miss Garrett “Miss Garrett please mind the shop floor and make it look like we are preparing to open, Miss Peel take our two young friends upstairs and secure them whilst I have a talk with Ms Thackeray-Smith in the office.”

Miss Peel prodded Fiona and Helen who without needing to be told made their way toward the door that led to the first floor. The three women entered the staffroom at the top of the stairs and paused, Helen and Fiona waiting for instructions on how to proceed.

“Hands behind your back ladies” Miss Peel said from behind them. Miss Peel removed a backpack from over her shoulders and delved into it. Both Helen and Fiona had complied with the instruction and in turn felt the soft, strong cord wrap tightly around their wrists. Both women winced as the cord was tied off. Miss Peel surveyed the scene in the staffroom. To avoid the women trying to get each other free she wanted to keep them apart so she decided to put one in a chair that was sitting at the table and the other on a small couch against the far wall. Peel tapped Fiona on the shoulder, Fiona jumped at the shock of the touch. “Go sit on that couch” Peel order, Fiona slowly made her way across and sat down on one of the cushions. Peel led Helen to a wooden high back chair sitting next to the table and forced her down onto the seat, retrieving several lengths of rope from her rucksack Peel set about binding Helen to the chair. First Peel used a long length of rope placed just below Helen’s breasts to secure her tightly to the back of the chair. Then using a shorter length of rope to bind Helen’s ankles together, a third length was used to secure Helen’s thighs to the seat of the chair. Every tightening of the ropes and knot were met by moans from behind Helen’s gag. For good measure Peel took a thickly padded sleep mask from her bag and placed it over Helen’s eyes.

“MMGHYTR HURGGH” Fiona mumbled from behind her gag.

“Don’t worry your next” Peel said over her shoulder as she picked up her rucksack. “Now lie on your stomach”. Peel waited until Fiona was lying face down on the couch before tying Fiona’s ankles together then used another length of cord to tie her ankles and wrists together, hogtying the young woman. Peel the added a sleep mask across Fiona’s eyes. Now that both young women were secured and blindfolded Peel was able to remove her sunglasses and headscarf giving her long brown hair a shake. Making as little noise as possible to stop the two bound, blindfolded women from noticing that she had left Peel picked up her rucksack and made her way quickly down the stairs, heading for the car to continue her part of the plan.

Miss Duncan escorted Maureen to the door of the manager’s office. Without having to be asked Maureen approached the keypad on the door and entered the code to disengage the electronic lock. Miss Duncan pushed Maureen inside and followed her in. Duncan scanned the office and forced Maureen down into the large leather seat behind the large wooden desk. “Maureen I am going to undo the cuffs but please don’t try anything. Remember we have Rebecca.” Maureen raised her hands and Duncan removed the padded cuffs. “Maureen our clients are looking for something that you have in your vault, the special vault in the basement so I need the combination for your safes”. Maureen couldn’t help but react again. How did this woman know so much about the store? Only Maureen, her lawyer and the special clients that used the vault knew about its existence. Duncan handed Maureen a pen and small notebook that she had taken from her bag. “Write down the combinations for both safes and all of the instructions that I require to access the basement vault.” Duncan looked on whilst Maureen scribbled down the requested information, placing the pen carefully when see had finished. “Now please stand and place your hands behind your back.” Maureen compiled and Duncan went about binding her wrists behind her back then using a longer length of rope bound Maureen’s arms to her body. Taking further lengths of rope Duncan secured Maureen’s legs together at the ankles and thighs, once again forcing her down onto the leather chair. Duncan produced a thickly padded sleep mask and placed it over Maureen’s eyes. Once that was complete Duncan was able to remove her sunglasses and headscarf letting her shoulder length black hair fall down. Duncan didn’t waste any time in using the information on the pad to open both safes. Just after opening the second safe the door to the office opened and Miss Peel walked in carrying two large holdalls which she had taken from her rucksack. Peel nodded at her colleague.

“Peel”, replied Duncan whilst picking up two sets of keys, pocketing one and throwing the second to her colleague. Peel then went into one of the holdalls and produced a cloth which she doused with a large amount of chloroform from a bottle she had also taken from the bag. “Maureen I am not going to lie to you. My colleague has a cloth soaked with chloroform that she is going to use to knock you out for bit.”

“TYEHB GTHHH” mumbled Maureen from the other side of the desk.

“Sorry Maureen but we need some time to undertake our work and get clear. Can’t run the risk of you getting free and raising the alarm” Duncan chimed in as Peel approach Maureen, cloth menacingly held in one hand. “Don’t fight it just relax and take deep breaths.”

“Don’t worry it just puts you to sleep for a bit and you have a sore head when you come round by apart from that no problem” Peel said and clamped the cloth over the lower half of Maureen’s face, forcing her to inhale the fumes from the chemical that had been doused on the cloth. Maureen recoiled and Peel placed her other hand at the back of Maureen’s head so that she could not escape the cloth. “Oh I forgot that the smell isn’t that great.” Maureen thrashed her head from side to side but it was no use. Bound tightly and with Peel clamping the cloth over her nose she had no option but to inhale the fumes. Maureen continued to struggle but it was in vain as the drug started to have an effect. Eventually the struggling stopped as Maureen slumped down in the chair. Peel removed a Ziploc bag from her pocket and carefully placed the chloroform soaked cloth in it.

“Peel you know the plan. Take any cash you can find and some of the top range jewellery. Also don’t forget to take the CCTV hard drive. I shouldn’t be any longer than fifteen minutes.”

“Check. I think that we can drop the fake names now. She is sleeping like a baby.”

“Let’s not get over confident until the job is done. No stupid mistakes”. With that Duncan set off toward the basement and left Peel to clear the office and storeroom. Peel started with both safes and removed several stacks of used bank notes and placed them in one of the holdalls. The she spent some time disconnecting the hard drive from the CCTV system and placed that into the holdall along with the cash. Methodically searching the rest of the office Peel found a couple of nice items but nothing that really got her interest so she grabbed the keys and the holdalls and went to check the storeroom.

Duncan stopped at the door that lead to the basement and surveyed the locks. There were two serious looking efforts on the door itself. Looking at the set of keys that she had taken from the safe Duncan selected the two that she believed to be the best bet and tried the first of them in the top lock. It fitted in the lock comfortably and with a quick flick of the wrist turned fully and disengaged the lock. Right first time she thought. Then she tried the second key in the bottom lock. Once again it fitted perfectly and turned first time. Two for two! Duncan pocketed the keys and used both hands to haul the door open. It was very heavy and took a bit of effort.

Garrett was looking busy on the shop floor as if the store was preparing to open when she heard a knock at the door. At first she ignored the noise hoping that whoever it was would decide to walk away and come back later on. Garrett continued to look interested in the display against the back wall but the knocking came again, this time louder and more insistent. Not wanting the person to create a scene in the street Garrett decided that she had better deal with the matter and attempt to get the person to leave. Spinning round she raised a hand at the person at the door to signal that she had noticed them and made a big show or looking around to find the keys. It wasn’t long before the knocking started again. Garrett found the keys, where she had left them and made for the door. Garrett could now get a look at the person that was at the door. It was a woman with long brown hair, large round brown eyes, full lips and subtle features; a subtly attractive woman. She looked to be around thirty and was smartly dressed in tight black trousers, a red blouse and waist length tan jacket. Garrett opened the door, careful to keep the frame between her and the woman to prevent the woman getting a good look at her. “Can I help?”

“Sorry about the banging but I have to pick something up. It’s my aunts birthday and I was getting her watch repaired and cleaned” the woman said as soon as Garrett had opened the door. Without waiting to be asked into the shop the woman barged past Garrett into the middle of the shop floor. “The watch belonged to my Granma so it has emotional meaning to my aunt. You guys are usually open before nine so thought that I would pick it up early before I headed to the campus.”

“Em, Miss……” Garrett enquired

“Hutton, Gayle Hutton”

“Ms Hutton unfortunately we are having a slight problem this morning and the store is going to be closed for a period of time. If you would like to leave your number then I am sure one of my colleagues will contact you later” Garrett was thinking on her feet, trying to get the woman to leave.

“Could you not just check if the watch has been repaired for me” Gayle asked. Garrett knew then that she was going to have to deal with this woman and closed and locked the door. Just then she noted Peel at the door across the shop floor, behind the woman. Peel mimed pouring liquid onto a cloth and holding over her own nose and mouth then pointed at Gayle. Garrett didn’t know what else to do, so subtly nodded agreement.

“Would you like to come across to the counter Gayle and I will check the records”

“Great thanks.” Gayle replied and headed across. I wouldn’t thank me if I were you Garrett thought. Garrett made her way behind the counter and looked around until she found a pile of what looked like ledgers on a low shelf. Lifting them onto the counter she found the woman called Gayle standing directly across the counter. Garrett slowly flipped through the ledger hopeful that she had taken all of Gayle’s attention so that she wouldn’t notice the approaching Peel sneaking across the shop floor towards her.

Just as Peel got within striking distance Garrett grabbed both of Gayle’s wrists, pinning her hands to the counter. Peel then pounced clamping the chloroform soaked cloth over Gayle’s nose and mouth. Gayle panicked as the cloth was placed over her face, her eyes widened in shock but that was of no use, with her hands pinned to the counter by Garrett and Peel with her arm around her waist there was nowhere to go. Continuing to struggle only increased the amount of fumes that she inhaled and eventually Gayle succumbed to the fumes and slipped into a deep sleep and Peel carefully lowered her to the ground.

Gayle wondered what the woman was doing grabbing her wrists for a split second, that reaction change quickly to panic once someone else had pressed the cloth over her nose and mouth. She tried to scream for help but the sound was effectively muffled by the soft thick cloth that the woman had pressed over her face; then thought that there was nobody to hear her anyway. The person behind Gayle, the one with the cloth pulled Gayle tight against her body and Gayle could tell that it was a woman. Gayle wondered what these two women were after and why they had decided to attack her. They had used a cloth to muffle her and prevent her from screaming. It was at that moment that she noticed the smell coming from the cloth, a pungent sweet smelling aroma. Now she was starting to panic! What kind of chemical were they administering to her and what were its effects? Gayle struggled to try and get free but the women were strong and had managed to get the drop on her. The struggle meant that she involuntarily began to take deeper and deeper breathes drawing the fumes from the liquid deep into her lungs. Gayle could fell her legs and arms starting to tingle and her eyelids get heavy, she was seriously starting to fight off the desire to close her eyes. Gayle was an extremely intelligent woman and knew that something was seriously wrong. This must be the effects of the chemical she thought but she couldn’t do anything about it, the cloth remained in place and she continued to inhale the fumes until everything went black.

Duncan looked at the small metal doors in front of her, scanning them from top to bottom looking for the number that she had been given by her boss. Duncan had no idea what was in the box in the vault and didn’t care it was just her job to retrieve the item. When she found the number that she was looking for Duncan bent down and studied the lock. Then turning her attention to the ring of keys in her hand selected the key that she believed would fit the lock, inserted the key and turned it; once again first time lucky. Duncan swung the small door open and then removed the metal tray within. She carried the tray over to a small table in the centre of the room and opened the top of the tray. Duncan was slightly bemused about what she found. She was expecting jewels or cash or bonds but instead there was several cardboard folders filled with sheets of paper. Without looking in the folders she grabbed them and placed them in her bag. Moving back up the stairs she retrieved her mobile from her pocket and selected the group chat for this job and sent a message. ‘Time to get going.’ The phone pinged with two replies; the second of which she did not like at all.

Back at the house Munroe watched the bound and gagged Rebecca struggle against her bonds once again. Munroe admired her fight if not her intelligence. Munroe picked up the cloth and chloroform and made her way over to the bed where Rebecca was lying. “Stop that for a minute will you.” Munroe was a bit surprised when Rebecca complied immediately. “I have to leave now but I am going to take that gag out as long as you promised not to scream.”

“YETHAT HEGV” Rebecca mumbled and nodded her agreement at the same time. Munroe leaned over and untied the scarf at the back of Rebecca’s neck which allowed Rebecca to spit out the cloth that had been forced into her mouth.

“Rebecca I am going to untie you but first I need to give you a drug that will put you to sleep for a bit so that I can get away”

“I don’t want to be drugged” Rebecca replied, her bottom lip starting to quiver.

“You don’t have a choice. It won’t be to bad I am just going to place a cloth over your nose and mouth, it will have a drug on it and the fumes will put you to sleep. It doesn’t hurt”

“Is it chloroform? Like the movies?” Rebecca asked.

“That right” Munroe added as she placed the cloth over the lower part of Rebecca’s face. Munroe watched as the younger woman took deep and steady breaths eventually succumbing to the fumes when her eyelids slammed shut, holding the cloth on for another couple of seconds so that Rebecca got a good dose of the drug. Munroe quickly untied Rebecca and left her lying on the bed before placing everything that she had brought into her bag, including her large sunglasses, headscarf and jacket. Munroe then quickly slipped off the blue skirt that she was wearing and slipped on thick leggings that she had removed from her bag, next came heavy duty kneepads. Finally Munroe picked out a set of keys that belonged to the motorbike that she would use to get back to base.

When Duncan entered the shop floor she found her two colleagues standing over an unconscious woman. “What happened?”

“Sorry boss but we didn’t have an option. She was banging at the door and I didn’t want to create a scene outside in the street. I thought that it was best to deal with the issue inside the store.” Garrett summed up the situation as succinctly as possible.

“I assume that she did see your faces” Duncan asked. Both Garrett and Peel looked at each other, turned to Duncan and nodded. Duncan clenched her teeth and then made a decision. “We need to take her with us and keep her hidden until we move on. Hopefully that will only be a couple of days.” Looking around the shop floor Duncan continued “Garrett put the sign in the window showing store closed then you can help me carry your friend to the car. Peel, introduce the girls upstairs to nap time then grab the holdalls and join us at the car. Be quick about it, Munroe and I have a train to catch later.”

Duncan was behind the wheel as Peel emerged from the rear door of the store with a holdall in each hand. Slowly and steadily Peel made her way toward the car boot and placed both holdalls carefully inside. Peel then jumped into the passenger seat next to Duncan, Garrett and the sleeping hostage was sitting in the back. Duncan placed her mobile in a cradle and selected the phone number that she wanted. As it rang she started the car and moved off. After five rings, it was always five rings it was answered. “Boss its Duncan here. We have an issue that I have to make you aware of………..”

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Re: Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

Postby nadal1234555 » Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:09 am

this is incredible!

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Re: Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

Postby mrjones2009 » Fri Dec 23, 2016 2:08 pm

Chapter 2

Detective Natalie Twain sat at her desk in the squad room reflecting on the path her career had taken over the past nine months. She had gone from almost being thrown of the force to having a place on the top detective squad. The squad only picked up the most complicated and high profile cases or those that required liaising with federal agencies. This change had been down to two things, rescuing the Police Commissionaires daughter, although Hayley still persist that no rescuing was required and the kudos from clearing up the crime ring that had been holding her. She was brought back into the present when her squad leader Lieutenant Dawkins made his presence know by banging his fist on her desk.

“Twain we have a reported jewellery store heist down in the south district.” Dawkins was waving a sheet of paper in the air.

“Is that not somewhat below our squad boss?” Natalie replied still trying to get back to the here and now.

“I would have thought so but it sounds like that gang of ladies is involved again.” Natalie’s interest in the robbery suddenly increased. There had been several crimes in the city over the past three months where the perpetrators had been described as well dressed women. “Find your partner and get down to the scene and get full details. If it is this gang of women again then we will have to open a file and take on the case. Plus the call came from on high. The powers that be seem to be interested so a quick result would look good” Natalie nodded and grabbing the sheet of paper from the Lieutenant and rushed off to find her partner. No doubt she would find him downstairs chatting up the civilian support staff downstairs.

Natalie sat in the passenger seat as her partner slowed to make the turn onto the correct street. Her partner’s name was John Smith and he was as bland as his name suggested. He wasn’t a bad cop, worked hard but just didn’t have that spark of inspiration that made the elite detectives. She had indeed found him chatting to one of the young ladies of the support staff and had to practically drag him away. Smith pulled to a stop behind a couple of patrol cars and an ambulance that were parked at the kerb. Natalie got out and looked around. It was pretty nice neighbourhood, nice bars, boutiques, bistros all high end. This would be the talk of the bars around here for the rest of the week. Both detectives flashed their badges at the uniform guarding the door as they entered. Once inside they found had a look around. It was certainly a well fitted out place with nice fittings and fixtures. They were beckoned across by a Sergeant standing talking to a woman sitting on a chair. As they walked across the shop floor Twain recognised the Sergeant as Lombardi from her former precinct. “Mrs Thackeray-Jones this is Detectives Twain and Smith. Would you be able to run through what happened this morning again for them?”

“Well I would like to return home and see my daughter, she must be frightfully upset but if you insist. Well it began this morning when I entered the kitchen……..” both detectives listened intently making notes for follow up questions. They didn’t want to break the flow. Once the woman had finished taking them through the events of the morning they asked some brief questions. The detectives would allow the woman to travel home and see her daughter, who it turns out had been held as a hostage during the robbery once they had a look around the store.

“What about forensics?” Smith asked the Sergeant.

“Nothing at the moment detective. Looks like they wore gloves so unlikely to get fingerprints. Also the scarves make hair fibres unlikely. They took the CCTV hard drive as well” Sergeant Lombardi stated as he pointed out a couple of camera that were mounted on walls of the store. “Seems like they made a professional job of it.”

“Duncan, Garrett, Peel and Munroe all sound familiar to me” Smith said almost to himself, reading the names that Thackeray-Jones had said were used by the perpetrators.

“Charlie’s Angels Detective” said an instantly embarrassed uniformed officer who had been walking past. Lombardi, Smith and Twain all turned to look at the young officer.

“You know the 70’s television show with the female private investigators starring Kate Jackson, Farah Fawcett and Jaclyn Smith. And I assume Peel must reference the Avengers” continued the young officer until he noticed the hand that Lombardi had raised.

“We get the idea Officer Noble. Don’t you have something to do” Lombardi said and the officer scurried off to his duties. Twain smiled at the exchange and added a note to the bottom of her list. Probably didn’t mean anything but it was good to be thorough. As Smith and Lombardi got together and went through the procedural stuff and interview the other staff, Twain decided to take a walk through the store. After checking through the rear rooms and first floor Twain came back and stood in front of a door in the corridor between the rear door and shop floor. She didn’t know why but it interested her so she shouted through for her partner to bring through Ms Thackeray-Jones.

“What’s behind this door?” Natalie asked of the shop owner pointing at the door. Ms Thackeray-Jones looked visible uncomfortable at the questions. Twain thought this to be strange as it was only a door.

“It’s just leads down to the basement”

“What’s in the basement?”

“Nothing important” replied Thackeray-Jones, a little too sharply for the detectives liking. This piqued Twain’s interest. “Look I just want to get home and see my daughter.”

“Let’s have a look, just to satisfy my curiosity.” Twain finally said, raising an eyebrow.

Meanwhile on the other side of town

“Hands up lady” said the male voice from behind Hayley King. She cursed under her breath at letting an amateur get the drop on her. Hayley had been hired by a local business to investigate a possible case of corporate espionage. It hadn’t taken her long to find the guy responsible and follow him to his contact at a rival firm, who was a rather attractive woman. Men really were that stupid. All she had to do was get hard evidence of them taking some information and pass it across to close the case. Unfortunately having followed them to his place of business this Friday afternoon she was now in not the best of positions. Hayley spun round to find both the man and woman looking at her. The man was pointing a revolver at her. “What do we do know?” the man asked taking a quick glance at the woman.

“Pretty blonde here obviously knows what’s going on. We will have to take her with us.”

“What, what do you mean?” the man stammered.

“We need to buy some time. You keep her covered with the gun and I will go and find something that we can use to tie her up.”

“Look at the moment you are just looking at charges of theft. Assuming your employers wish to pursue criminal proceedings. You don’t want to add kidnapping to your list of crimes.” Hayley said in her most reasonable voice.

“Also need something to keep that pretty mouth quiet as well.” With that the woman turned and left. Hayley started to play scenarios out in her head. There was no way that this guy would shoot her on purpose but her might get a bit nervous and do it by accident, best to play along at the moment and see what happens.

“Can I at least put my hands down? I feel ridiculous” Hayley asked. The man replied by nodding. Hayley slipped her hands down into the pockets of her jacket where her phone was. Using touch she managed to type a quick message and sent it to the last person that she had texted. Soon afterwards the woman returned to the room carrying some scarves.

“Found these in the staff room. Should do the job.” The woman made her way behind Hayley and used a scarf to tie her wrists behind her back. Hayley could instantly tell that it was a poor job. Then the woman ordered her to open her mouth and a scarf came down over her head.

“Wait.” Amateurs Hayley thought. First they didn’t even take away her phone now they were just going to use a thin scarf as a cleave gag. “Stuffing, you will need stuffing otherwise I will be able to talk”. The woman walked round to face Hayley and looked around then had a light bulb moment and reached into her pocket and produced a large white handkerchief. The woman balled this up and stuffed it into Hayley’s mouth then used the scarf to hold it in place.

“Does this gag meet with your approval?”

“ITATS BWETWER.” Better than nothing but not exactly great Hayley thought. The woman grabbed Hayley by the arm and starting leading her out of the room and down the corridor. The man slipped in behind. They made there down the stairs and toward the car park with the man locking doors behind them as they went. Once the got to the car park there were only two cars, the little coupe was Hayley’s so the mid size hatchback had to belong to the couple. The group made there way to the car. Once at the car the man opened the boot.

“In you get” the woman said to Hayley. Hayley thought about making a run for it but she had felt her phone vibrate a couple of times so was happy to comply by climbing into the boot. Not easy with your wrists tied behind you back. Hayley lay in the boot as the woman bound her ankles together with another scarf. Then the boot closed and everything went dark. Hayley heard the doors open and close then muffled voices as they couple had a heated discussion about how to proceed. Hayley couldn’t make out words but could probably guess the general idea. Hayley didn’t have an issue the longer they sat and argued the better, for something to do Hayley started to work on her wrist bindings. The car eventually pulled away but didn’t get very far. Hayley heard the sirens faintly at first then they got louder until the car that she was in came to a stop. Hayley heard firm instructions being shouted by who she assumed to be police officers. Hayley continued working at the bindings on her wrist until they eventually came lose and her wrists were free. Hayley quickly untied her ankles, finishing just as the boot opened and Detective Natalie Twain looked down on her.

“You really need to stop playing the damsel in distress Hayley. I think that makes it twice I have come to your rescue” Natalie said as she offered Hayley a helping hand to escape the boot. With a little help Hayley exited the boot and brushed herself down. “Nice gag by the way.”

“IHAGT ALHYAR YSELESCH” Hayley mumbled before reaching behind her head and untying the knot in the scarf which allowed her to remove the handkerchief from her mouth. Hayley looked round and saw that her potential kidnappers were being lead to separate patrol cars in cuffs. “Thanks for that. How did you get here so quickly? I was preparing my own escape just in case you didn’t turn up in time.”

“My partner and I were called to a burglary over at a nearby jewellery store” Natalie said indicating Smith who was leaving against the hood of a standard issue plain cop vehicle. He raised his hand in a lazy wave by way of recognition.

“I thought you had transferred to the Serious Case Squad. Surely a run of the mill theft at a jewellery store would not warrant that level of attention” Hayley said whilst waiving back at Smith then mimicked him by while leaning on the car. Natalie had to smile at the composure shown by her friend. Even after being bound, gagged and thrown in a boot she still acted like she didn’t have a care in the world and looked fantastic doing it. Since Natalie and Hayley had become friends loads of guys on the force had tired to make a move on her but none had been successful. Natalie had heard the guys describe her as beautiful, stunning, intoxicating, vivacious but to be honest no one word came close to summing up Hayley King.

“Well there might be a bit more to it than that but will have to do some digging first. Might give you a call to go through it and pick your brains it that’s alright” Natalie said.

“Consider it a date honey let’s do it over dinner or drinks. Always glad to throw in my two cents worth. Beside we need to catch up on the gossip. Well I better head down to the precinct and make my statement.” With that Hayley was gone, walking off back to pick up her car.

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Re: Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

Postby nadal1234555 » Fri Dec 23, 2016 2:43 pm

really good so far!

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Re: Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

Postby mrjones2009 » Mon Dec 26, 2016 10:59 am

Thanks for the positive feedback. Hope that you enjoy the next chapter and all those to follow.

Chapter 3

Vanessa Howard sat in her cabin waiting for the train to leave the station. Her father had kindly booked Vanessa on the overnight sleeper rather than a flight. Vanessa had never really liked flying and after a recent bad experience had avoided taking the plane where possible. Her father was very protective of Vanessa so had employed an older woman to be her chaperone / assistant. The woman was called Emily and to be fair despite being twice Vanessa’s nineteen years they did get on well. Vanessa heard a whistle from the platform then felt the train lurch into motion and leave the station behind at the start of the long journey ahead. As the train started to gain speed Vanessa put in her earphones and watched the sun begin to set.

Around ten minutes after leaving the station Vanessa looked on as the door to the cabin opened and two women entered and sat down across from them. Vanessa sneaked what she hoped was a quick and unobserved look at Emily and raised her eyebrows. It was intended to communicate ‘Hey. Look at the strange way that these women are dressed’. Both were dressed head to foot in black. The full length down filled coat that each wore was open to reveal blouses, skirts, tights and knee high boots. The outfits were topped off by hats with veils that completely shielded there faces from view. One woman carried a large hat box and the other bags that were both very old fashioned, almost carpet bags. The four women sat in silence for around an hour before Emily finally decided to say something. “Excuse me ladies. Are you sure that you are in the correct cabin?” The two women glanced at each other. The only reason that Vanessa and Emily could tell this was the fact that their heads turned. The veils made anything else impossible.

“Sorry are we causing a nuisance?” came the reply form the woman on the left.

“No, not at all” Vanessa said before pausing to consider her choice of words. “It’s just that this is a private compartment that has been booked out for my friend and I” Vanessa continued indicating Emily with her thumb.

“Sorry my sister and I will seek another compartment” said the same women.

“No it is me that should apologise if I was staring. You just don’t see anybody dressed like you are these days.” Vanessa continued.

“Please except my apologies for our appearance but my sister and I are bringing my brothers body back home. He recently passed away in a tragic accident. Our mother was old fashioned when it came to formality and I guess that has stuck with us” said the women that hadn’t spoken yet. With that the two women started to make preparations to move on. Emily pulled her mobile phone from her pocket and typed a quick message to the newest number on her phone, somebody that she hadn’t seen in years and had only recently gotten back in contact with. Emily looked on curiously and Vanessa angled her screen so that Emily couldn’t read what she was typing.

The woman that was sitting across from Emily rose and made for the door before using the fact that Emily and Vanessa were distracted suddenly launched toward Emily. The shock of the sudden attack meant that Emily could not react. The other woman quickly moved to pull down the shades on each of the windows that looked out onto the corridor that ran along the carriage. Vanessa sat in shocked silence at the woman pounced on Emily. She had Emily pinned and a thick cloth thrust over her nose and mouth. Emily was struggling but the woman in black had the upper hand. “Don’t fight Emily, relax and let the chloroform do its work” the woman in black said to Emily. The use of her name seemed to have an effect on Emily as she paused for a couple of seconds which was just long enough for the drug to start having an effect. Vanessa stood but before she could make an intervention Vanessa felt her left arm being wrenched behind her back; she went to scream but a leather glove covered hand clamped firmly over her mouth, muffling any noise. Vanessa had been grabbed by the other woman.

“It will just put her to sleep for a while, nothing more. Don’t resist and we won’t have to use the chloroform on you” a voice said in Vanessa’s ear. Vanessa watched on as the fight went out of Emily, Vanessa could see her eyelids flutter then close over. The woman removed the cloth and placed it back in her bag. When her hand came out of the bag it held a Ziploc bag that contained several items and tossed it onto the chair that Vanessa had been sitting on.

“Miss Munroe please make sure our young charge cannot call for help.”

“I am going to let you go but please do exactly as we say and do not try to call for help” the voice whispered in her ear. Vanessa nodded her understanding. The woman removed her hands from Vanessa and picked up the bag from the seat. Vanessa turned round and found herself face to face, well veil with the other black clad woman. “Open your mouth Vanessa” said the one that had grabbed her, Miss Munroe. The women were both very intimidating, their manor and the dress so Vanessa opened her mouth as instructed and let the woman force a cloth into her mouth. “Close your mouth.” Next the woman pulled out what looked like a medical bandage and began to wrap it around Vanessa’s head to keep the cloth in place. The bandage was wrapped around Vanessa’s head on several occasions. The woman in black produced a very thick pad of cotton wool and placed it over where Vanessa’s mouth would be under the tape. Then using one had to hold it in place the woman used vet wrap to hold that it place. There was no way that Vanessa could make any noise above a barely audible mumble. “That should do the job Miss Duncan.”

“I believe that you are correct Miss Munroe.” Whilst Vanessa was being gagged the woman called Miss Jackson had opened the hat bag and produced from it a long cloak together with a black hat with a veil attached and laid them on a seat. Whilst Vanessa was intrigued and what was coming out of the bag Miss Munroe bound Vanessa’s wrists in front of her with a short nylon belt, Vanessa didn’t even notice until she heard a faint click and felt the wrists touch as the belt was tightened. Vanessa arms were then pinned to her body using two longer versions of the nylon strap that had been used on her wrists. Vanessa tried to move her arms but found that they were securely fastened in place.

“Just you stand there for a moment” Miss Munroe said to Vanessa as she moved her across to the other side of the compartment. Then the two women picked up the slumbering Emily and moved her across to the seat beside Vanessa, next they pulled down the folding bed and locked in into position. As Vanessa looked on the women then split tasks, Munroe went about gagging Emily in the same fashion that Vanessa had been gagged whist Jackson produced a selection of straps from the large bag and spent some time adjusting them and setting them up around the fold down bed. Once Duncan looked satisfied with her work with the straps she and Munroe picked up Emily and placed her on the bed. It was then that Vanessa figured out what was about to happen. Vanessa watched on as the two women used the straps to secure Emily to the bed. Once they were finished there were straps holding down Emily’s wrists, ankles, chest, stomach and thighs. They looked pretty sturdy and pretty tight thought Vanessa.

“Munroe you tidy up and I will finish with Vanessa” Duncan said. Vanessa looked as Duncan picked up the cloak and hat they had been taken from the bag and head her way. Vanessa couldn’t resist as Duncan put the hat on her head and adjusted the veil so that it covered all of her face, hiding the heavy gag over her mouth. Next came the long black cloak hung over Vanessa’s shoulders and fastened it at the front, it effectively hid the fact that her arms were bound. Duncan took a step back and looked Vanessa over. Obviously deciding that she was satisfied with her handiwork Duncan helped Munroe finish tidying up. “Vanessa we are going to take a walk along the train to the storage carriage and you are going to be very well behaved, no trying to run, not trying to signal for help. Do you understand?” Vanessa nodded. Duncan nodded to Munroe who opened the door and entered the corridor. Duncan grabbed Vanessa by the upper arm and eased her out of the compartment and into the corridor. Duncan paused to let Munroe close the door then take the lead. The three women headed down the corridor swaying gently as they went with the rocking motion of the train. As they passed each compartment Vanessa glanced in hoping that someone would recognise her situation and send help. But nobody did. Halfway through the third carriage they passed the Conductor who doffed his cap in greeting and moved past without a second look. At the end of that carriage they reached the storage carriage and entered. Vanessa took in the scene in the carriage. It addition to the usual bags, crates and boxes was a large coffin on a trolley. On either side sat a woman with black hair who Vanessa thought had eastern European features and a large man with grey hair who Vanessa guessed was in his early fifties. They both wore black suits with white shirts; the man also had a black tie.

“Any problems?” queried the man. He then stood and stretched his large frame.

“Nice and smooth” Duncan replied, looking at her watch. “Fifteen minutes. Let’s get moving.” The man started to unscrew the pins that held the lid of the coffin in place as Vanessa felt a hand in her back pushing her toward the coffin. Vanessa wasn’t the smartest person in class but she had worked out what was going on and didn’t like it. She had a feeling that she was going into the coffin. With Duncan’s helping hand in her back Vanessa was propelled reluctantly toward the coffin. Once at the edge of the coffin Duncan removed the hat and the cloak from Vanessa.

“Put you legs together Vanessa” Munroe said from a position behind Vanessa. Vanessa complied and felt more of the straps being used to secure her ankles and thighs. Next a thickly padded mask went over her eyes, shutting out the light.

“Right darlin’ just relax and let me do the heavy liftin’” the man said in a southern drawl before Vanessa felt his arm sweep het feet from her and catch her in his solid arms. With ease the man picked Vanessa up and laid her down inside the coffin. At that point Vanessa started to panic and thrash against the sides of the coffin, which were thickly padded and tight against her body, almost as if the lining had been made to fit her body.

“Listen Vanessa stop struggling about, it won’t do any good.” Vanessa heard Duncan say. It was something about the voice that made Vanessa stop and listen further. “As you can tell the coffin is thickly padded and also soundproofed, thrash and bang all you want, nobody will hear anything. There is a four hour air supply built in so no issues when it comes to breathing freely either.” Vanessa realised that there was nothing that she could do at the present time, there were four of them and she was tightly bound so she settled her head back onto the velvet covered pillow and tried to relax. Vanessa heard the lid of the coffin being put back on, then the strange noise as the screws were put in to secure it in place.

Soon after that exchange the train started to slow down on its approach to the next station. Once it had pulled to a halt the door to the storage carriage slid open and a ramp was positioned at the opening. The large man and the woman with the eastern European looks wheeled the trolley with the coffin on it down the ramp and onto the platform. Duncan and Munroe followed at a respectful distance. The procession headed along the platform and toward the car park. As they entered the car park a large van pulled up next to them. The driver jumped out and opened the rear door which was hinged at the top. The large man pushed the trolley into the rear loading area, the legs with the wheels collapsed as they hit the edge of the van and it rolled into the specially designed space smoothly. The large man then shut the rear door and made his way to the front passenger seat and jumped in. The driver was already in place as were the three women on the rear bench seat.

“Wagons roll” the large man said and pointed toward the freeway.

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Re: Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

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brilliant story!

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Chapter 4

The room was dark; the only light was from a small lamp on a bedside table. For some reason it emanated a pale reddish light. There were no windows in the room. Gayle had tried the door when she came round, once the after effects of whatever she had been drugged with had finally worn off but it was locked fast and there was no keyhole or handle on the inside. This Gayle thought as strange. She had also tried banging on the door and shouting for help but nobody had appeared. Something about the door and the walls gave her the impression that nobody had heard and that was slightly disconcerting. Her watch, phone, bag and shoes had all been removed so she had no idea how long she had been in the room. The carpet was thick under her feet and between her toes. The decoration in the room was clearly of high quality and well thought out. The bed was large and she could tell that the linen was expensive. There was a table and a couple of chairs in the centre of the room and Gayle settled down in one of the chairs to wait, for what he could only guess. Then the lights came on.

The door started to open and Gayle got up from the chair and stood still. She watched intently as the door opened and in entered a stylish dressed woman wearing a mask, the kind of mask that you say worn to masquerade balls in films about the courts of French kings. The woman made her way to the centre of the room and the door closed behind her. “Good evening Miss Hutton” the woman began and gestured toward the chair that Gayle had just risen from “lets’ take a seat and talk. I need to explain your situation.” Gayle noticed that the woman had a French accent, this and the fact that she had long jet black hair and full red lips was all that she could get due to the mask, apart from the fact that the French accented woman had a curvaceous figure. The woman was wearing a long black pencil skirt, a white blouse with enough buttons open to reveal the top of her cleavage and matching red belt and heels.

“Where I am?” Gayle tried as an opening gambit.

“I cannot tell you that Miss Hutton” was the reply from behind a smirk.

“Actually it’s Doctor Hutton but you can call me Gayle. As we are getting acquainted what can I can you?” Gayle hoped that she sounded far more confident and in control than she felt.

“Well Gayle for obvious reasons I can’t tell you my name but let just let me explain what will be happening.” Gayle decided to stay silent and she what was said. “Earlier you had one of those moments that can be described as wrong time, wrong place. My business partner was trying to retrieve something and you walked into the middle of their attempt.” Gayle nodded and hoped that the French woman would continue. “They have further business to attend to so had to bring you to my establishment for your own safety until they have finished.”

“And what is your establishment?” Gayle asked. “Wait you can’t tell me.” The French woman smiled at that comment, like you would at a child who has just down something simple for the first time like tying a shoelace. “The less you know the better.”

“Let me guess. For my own safety” Gayle replied.

“Now you will be kept in this room until it is safe to let you go. As you can see the accommodation is comfortable. There is an en suite toilet with shower and all of your other needs will be attended to.” After finishing that sentence the French woman sat for a moment as if inviting any questions. Gayle didn’t have any. She wanted out of this room but wasn’t sure how to achieve it at this point. Gayle was a very intelligent woman so would taker her time and try and work it out. The French woman got up and headed for the door. When she got to the door the French woman knocked twice and the door opened slightly.

“How long will it be until you let me go?” Gayle asked, almost pleading for a definite answer.

“Honestly Gayle I don’t know, perhaps a week, hopefully less. But be warned if you do anything to jeopardise my business partners operation or try to escape there will be consequences.” Then the French woman turned on her heels and left Gayle to her thoughts.

On the other side of town

Christina had been trying to put the past behind her, it was harder than she thought. Having to keep a low profile after the crime syndicate that she was working for was busted by the efforts of a police detective. That detective was not on Christina’s Christmas card list and was not likely to get on it any time soon. Christina had been enjoying the benefits of having a steady job with a regular, decent salary for the past five years and now that was gone. She had been reduced to picking up jobs where she could, criminal or otherwise to make ends meet whilst living in motels, like the one she was in now or in spare rooms when she could get one. It wasn’t exactly where she wanted to be at this point in her life and she had even started to have to use her original surname. Christina felt the phone in her pocket vibrate. Looking at it she noted that it was a reminder that she had received a text message from her younger sister who she had only recently got in contact with again after several years. Before she could open the message the phone went on the nightstand next to the bed. Christina answered, “Hello Dave” guessing that it was the young night manager who had asked her out every day since she had been staying at the establishment.

“Evening ma’am sorry to bother you” Christian sighed inwardly at the use of ma’am, it made her feel much older than she was.

“What can I do for you Dave?”

“A package was just dropped off for you at reception.” Christina guessed that this was the supplies for the next job she had accepted.

“Thanks. I will come down and pick it up. And Dave, please drop the ma’am.”

“Alright Ms Howard” and with that Christina heard the line go dead and lay down on her bed. Picking up her phone she read the text message from her sister, smiling she sent a quick reply. Christian couldn’t wait to meet up with her sister as soon as it could be arranged.


Chapter 5

Duncan and Munroe had only just got back from the three hour drive and they were back on duty again. The boss had explained that everything had to be completed by Thursday so they had just nodded and got on with it. They were being paid a hefty bonus for this job, plus the boss was not exactly a lady that you questioned. Thankfully this time they were only the backup, Peel and Garrett were the primaries on this one. They were sitting in the cabin of a fake ambulance waiting round the block from the club where their target was currently partying. The pair settled in and waited for the signal to get moving.

At that moment Peel and Garrett were sitting at a table in the club scanning the entire scene whilst keeping a discreet eye on one particular person. In order to blend in the pair of them had been able get dressed up for this job which made a nice change; little black numbers, makeup and nice heels. It was a high end club, security was tight on the periphery of the club but crucially there were no CCTV cameras on the inside to prevent embarrassing videos of the clientele leaking out. The person that they were interested in was called Florence Tiffany Rhodes, or Tiff to her friends. At the moment she was sitting in a booth laughing and joking with her friends, a selection of good looking men and women in their early twenties. Peel and Garrett bided their time slowly sipping at their drinks and brushing aside the attentions of a couple of overly muscled gym monkeys without causing too much offense.

Eventually after a sustained period on the dance floor Tiff and one of her friends returned to their table and picked up their purses. Peel and Garrett glanced at each other both sensing that this could be the opportunity slipped off their stools and moved across the crowded dance floor, looking to fall in behind Tiff and her friend. They did as the two girls entered a corridor off the main hall and headed toward the toilets. The club has two sets of gents and ladies along the corridor. Peel and Garrett hoped that Tiff and friend would make for the second toilet at the far end of the corridor. They resisted the temptation to high five as they turned into the corridor and saw Tiff disappear into the far away toilet, crucially it was also closet to a fire escape door that lead into a wide alley, wide enough for a van or indeed an ambulance. It was however guarded by a security guard sporting a nice suit and earpiece.

This was when they need a bit of luck. As Peel and Garrett entered the toilet they stepped aside to allow a group of teenagers to exit. Entering the toilet they got that slice of luck. Tiff was standing at a wash hand basin checking her make up in a mirror. One of the cubicles was occupied; Peel and Garrett assumed that this was where the friend was. The slice of luck was that there was nobody else in the toilet. Garrett immediately made for the basin beside Tiff and put down her purse, open it and removed a perfume bottle and a large white handkerchief. Garrett scrunched up the handkerchief with her right hand and sprayed a large amount of the liquid from the perfume bottle onto it.

“That’s a strange way to put on perfume” Tiff commented with a slightly condescending tone. Garrett forced a smile. That comment plus what she had read about this kid meant that she was going to enjoy what happened next. “Plus it stinks. What is that scent?”

“Chloroform” Garrett replied. Tiff had a puzzled look on her face.

“Chloroform, is that the new fragrance by MMPPHH” Tiff didn’t get the chance to finish as Garrett smothered the handkerchief over her nose and mouth. There was initial pause as Tiff processed what was happening before Tiff began to struggle, by that time Garrett had changed position so that she was behind Tiff and wrapped her arm around the young woman. Garrett had performed that manoeuvre with practised ease, never letting the handkerchief slip from over Tiff’s nose and mouth. At that point cubicle door opened and Tiff’s friend stepped out, pausing as she took in the scene in front of her. This gave ample opportunity for Peel to slip in behind her and apply a chloroform doused handkerchief over her nose and mouth before the friend could scream for help. Tiff eventually succumbed to the chloroform fumes from the handkerchief and Garrett lowered her onto the floor. Garrett turned to look at Peel and after a couple of seconds Garrett saw the eyelids of Tiff’s friend close and Peel then lowered her onto the toilet floor before dragging her back into the cubicle.

“You’re up Ms Close” teased Garrett as Peel emerged from the cubicle.

Peel ran out of the toilet and up to the security guard, garbing his shirt with one hand and pointing back at the toilet door with the other “A girl in there just collapsed on the floor. Quick phone an ambulance” Peel shouted at the security guard. Back in the toilet Garrett quickly typed a text and pressed send. Now it was all about the timing.

In the ambulance round the block Duncan’s phone vibrated on the dashboard. Both she and Munroe knew that it would be from Peel or Garrett giving them the signal to get into action. Munroe started the engine, flicked on the lights and sirens and headed toward the club. They had already talked through the plan and bypassed the front door taking a left and heading down the alley at the side of the building. Entering the alley they could both see a man standing half way down next to an open door. Slowing as they approached the door Munroe stopped the vehicle so that the rear of the ambulance was level with the open door of the club. Quickly Duncan and Munroe exited the cab and made there way to the rear of the ambulance, removed a stretcher and hurried through the open door.

They rushed into the toilet, following the directions of the security guard and found Peel and Garrett standing over the prone figure of Tiff on the toilet floor. There was also a worried looking man in his early forties. “Do you think it could be drugs?” he asked aloud. Duncan and Munro bent over and pretended to examine Tiff.

“It might be sir” said Duncan “we will know more once we get her to the emergency room.” The man started wringing his hands. He was club manager and was no doubt thinking of the negative publicity that a drug related incident could create.

“Did you find her?” Munroe asked looking at Peel and Garrett who both nodded. “You will have to come with us then. The doctors will probably have some questions for you.” Munroe and Duncan lifted Tiff carefully onto the stretcher and taking an end each wheeled it out of the toilet, into the alley and lifted it into the back of the ambulance. Duncan jumped in the back followed by Peel. Garrett jumped in the front beside Munroe who was behind the wheel and they sped off away from the club with lights and sirens blazing. Once they were clear of the immediate area of the club Munroe cut the lights and sirens and reduced speed to within the speed limit. There was no need to attract too much attention.

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Postby puffalover » Sun Jan 01, 2017 6:13 pm

Hey there my friend! Really glad to see you writing again. And with another excellent story.

Can't wait to see where this is heading. I also hope to see some down sleeping bag/suit bondage and diaper usage in the near future. That would just be icing on the cake! :D
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Thanks for the positive feedback all. Puffalover I am sure that you enjoyed future chapters.

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Chapter 6

The door opened and Michelle bounded into the office with the enthusiasm of a puppy. Hayley King was glad that she had employed the young woman as a receptionist but did wonder when the initial enthusiasm would wear off; it had been six months since Hayley had started her private investigation firm after leaving Section 10 three months before that. The last investigation where she had been caught and held captive by a criminal organisation had made up her mind that it was time to get out of that line of work and try something else, hence the move into private investigation. It was interesting and the hours were flexible, both of which suited her. Her father had tried to convince her to join the police force but he wasn’t successful. “Morning boss” Michelle said as she laid today’s mail and newspaper out on the desk before turning and heading for the back toward the outer office. Hayley waved in response and then casually flicked through the mail, not seeing anything that instantly took her fancy she picked up the paper and scanned through it. It started with the national news on the Presidential race before the election later on in the year, then business news, then local news, some celebrity gossip and finally the sport. Hayley scanned the articles on the woeful performances of the local franchises before going back to the local news and reading a story about a property development that had been knocked back. The development was said to be worth hundreds of million of dollars. The developer, a powerful local businessman called Alden Alexander had appealed and the Governor had asked a special panel of experts including business people, politicians and environmental experts to decide on whether the development should proceed. The decision was due on Friday, it was currently Monday morning. Hayley had heard of Alexander before, there were rumours of links to organised crime and shady dealings but nothing had ever been proven. Out of the corner of her eye Hayley saw the light on the phone that told her that Michelle was looking to transfer a call through. Hayley picked up the receiver.

“Boss I have a Mr Theodore Howard on the phone for you. Shall I put him through or take a message” said Michelle on the other end of the line. Hayley’s interest was instantly piqued. Howard was one of the richest and most powerful men in the city.

“Please put him through Michelle.” The line went silent then the call was connected. “Mr Howard” Hayley said onto the receiver.

“Yes. Is this Hayley King” the voice from the other end of the line replied.

“Correct. Mr Howard. How may I help you?”

“I have a delicate matter that I need to discuss, preferably in person” straight to the point then. Hayley got the impression that something was not quite right. Howard wasn’t projecting the kind of confidence and authority on the phone that you would expect of someone with his reputation and position.

“Well I have a few things in my dairy for today but should be able to fit you in tomorrow afternoon. Would you like to come into the office?”

“I was hoping to meet today Miss King, as soon as possible and somewhere outside” Howard responded. Hayley detected an underlying strain in his voice. Howard was trying to stay in control but there was definitely something in his voice.

“Please call me Hayley and do you have a suggestion for our meeting point?”

“There is a park three blocks from your office. Near the centre there is a fountain and an old public convenience. I will get you at the benches near there at noon.” Hayley took a quick glance at her watch; it was quarter past ten so plenty of time to make the meeting.

“See you then Mr Howard”

“Thank you. Oh and Miss King I would be grateful if you could keep this private for the time being.” Then the line went dead. Interesting indeed Hayley thought. Not every day that you took a call from a respected and powerful businessman looking for an urgent clandestine meeting. Hayley held down the button on the phone then dialled the internal number for Michelle.

“Yeah boss” was the perky reply.

“No need to call me boss Michelle. I am going to be out over lunch so could you hold the fort and I will bring you something in from Malone’s” referring to the local sandwich shop.

“No problem boss. Just get me the usual salad and a shake.” Hayley hung up and started looking through the internet for any information that she could find on what might have spooked Theodore Howard.

Hayley entered the park and made her way toward the agreed location for her meeting with Theodore Howard. Hayley knew the location she strolled at a relaxed pace, arriving five minutes early. She was not surprised to find Theodore Howard waiting for her. As she approached a large man wearing a nice three piece suit approached from her left. Hayley noticed the earpiece that the man was wearing and assumed that he was security. The man blocked her path about ten paces away and produced an electronic wand. This piqued Hayley’s interest even further, obviously whatever this meeting was about Howard didn’t want a record of it. As she got closer to the man Hayley made a big show of producing her phone and placing it in her bag which she held out to the man. The man took the bag and waived the wand over Hayley; satisfied that there were no listening devices on her person he beckoned her to take a seat on the bench. “Sorry about that Miss King” Theodore Howard said as she sat down “but with this situation I can’t be too careful.”

“No problem Mr Howard and please, you can call me Hayley.”

“Thank you and please call me Theo.” Hayley saw the man smile but it was forced, it didn’t reach his eyes. Hayley considered the man sitting beside her. He was a small man of around sixty with kind eyes and grey moustache. Hayley instantly took a liking to him.

“What can I do for you Theo” Hayley finally asked.

“It’s my daughter Vanessa, someone has taken her Hayley” Theodore Howard started then continued to explain how his daughter had been on a train with a friend when she had been snatched. Howard recounted the story that he had been told by the friend then continued detailing a telephone call that he had received informing him that his daughter was safe and being cared for and that would continue as long as Howard didn’t go to the police. Hayley listened patiently until he had finished before asking a question.

“Did they say what they wanted? I assume that they want something as they have been in contact.”

“They said, well the woman said I would be contacted before the end of the week with further instructions.”

“Why haven’t you contacted the police? Surely your daughters’ friend or the railway workers called the authorities?” Hayley queried.

“I can’t go to the police Hayley. I have some influence so have been able to keep the situation under wraps. But I understand that you have some experience of situations like this.”

“You want me to find your daughter?” Hayley asked.

“Yes I would like you to investigate” Howard finished talking and leaned on the back of the seat studying Hayley. For her part Hayley knew that Howard was a man who probably got his own way. “I will cover all expenses plus sizeable fee up front.” Hayley thought about the proposal. It wasn’t the money that was important, not that it wasn’t nice it was just that Hayley got the feeling that there was something bigger and more complicated going on than one missing girl. Eventually Hayley nodded her agreement.

“Tell me as much as you can about the telephone call Mr Howard?” Hayley sat and listened as Howard described the brief telephone conversation ending with this statement.

“The woman on the other end of the telephone identified herself as Jamie Sommers.” After finishing Howard reached into his pocket and produced a thumb drive. “All of the information that I have is on this drive, including CCTV from the station and a recording of the call that I received. The password is your date of birth.”

“You seem pretty confident that I will take the case Theo.” The man smiled and nodded. Hayley took the thumb drive and got up. “Looks like you have a deal. Give me a couple of days and I will get in contact.” Howard produced a card and handed it across.

“The contact is for my right hand man Jenkins. He will now how to get in contact with me at all times. Good luck.” With that the man tuned to stare across the pond and Hayley turned and left, collecting her bag from man with earpiece.

Neither Hayley King nor Theodore Howard noticed the figure that was carefully hidden in the shadows cast by the trees in the park. The figure wore dark trousers and a full length down jacket with the hood up to hide her face on the off chance that anybody noticed and recognise her. Christina had been shocked by the contents of her sister’s text but had replied enthusiastically to her suggestion to meet. But that was as far as it went. Despite sending two further texts and trying to call there was no further communication from her sister. At first she had assumed that Vanessa had just got could feet but the more she thought it about it the less likely that seemed so Christina decided to try and talk to Vanessa face to face. Christina had went to the house and followed her father discreetly, eventually that had lead to this meeting with of all people Hayley King. Something was definitely wrong and Christina was determined to find out more. Christina watched as Hayley rose from the bench and walked away. Christina let Hayley get some distance away and then fell in behind her.

Chapter 7

“Our arrangement is proving to be mutually beneficial Martinez” said Sophia Rousseau with a subtle French accent. Rousseau was sitting behind the large desk in her office in the building that she owned where she ran her multiple businesses from. The fact that several of most profitable were based around criminal activity didn’t bother her in the slightest. “It was your idea to use your contacts and my infrastructure to traffic the merchandise.”

“Please do not use my name over an open telephone line” responded Martinez. At least she hadn’t come out and explained their entire business plan she thought.

“You worry too much. I agree that we have to be careful but nobody has come anywhere near close enough to finding out what we are doing.” Long may that continue thought Martinez. It was alright Rousseau saying that but she was running a criminal enterprise whereas Martinez was working as an employee of a government organisation whilst earning some extra money helping people out.

After finishing her conversation with Rousseau and locking that mobile in the bottom draw of her desk there was a knock at the door. Martinez shouted at the person on the other side to enter. Her spirits dropped when she realised that it was Gillian Young on the other side. Martinez couldn’t believe it when they had asked Gillian to take over the Quartermaster role within the organisation. It meant that part of her job was dealing with paperwork including checking inventory and transfer papers for detainees. Young had proved very thorough at her job, which posed problems for Martinez and her extra curricular activities with new business partners. It was hard to lose supplies and even harder to lose people when someone was double checking everything. “What can I do for you Gillian?” Gillian stopped a couple of yards away from the other side of the desk.

“I was just going through the orders and distribution logs for the past month and something doesn’t seem right” Gillian replied.

“What do you mean?” Martinez almost spat the question out. Gillian leaned back as if the words had physically hit her.

“In simple terms the numbers going out don’t match the numbers going in. If I didn’t know better I would say that somebody is cooking the books.”

“In simple terms! Do you think I would struggle to understand something complicated?” Martinez spat back angrily.

“Eh, no boss, I was just trying to sum it up succinctly.” Gillian was taken aback by Martinez’s attitude. “Also some of the prisoner transfer and release papers don’t look right.”

“What are you suggesting Gillian. That I am up to something?”

“No just that there is something that doesn’t look or feel right.”

“Well I assume that you may have made a mistake so check your figures and paperwork and come back.” Martinez leaned back waved Gillian away. “I have important business to take care of right now.” Gillian left the office and walked away down the corridor, stopping and leaning against the wall. Gillian thought that in additional to being angry Martinez had seemed nervous when she entered the office and during their conversation, like a kid who had almost been caught with their hand in the cookie tin. Plus her answers didn’t make sense. Gillian thought that it may be time to do a bit more investigation. She would give Natalie or Hayley a call and see if they could lend some advice.

Behind her desk Martinez sat with her chin resting on clasped hands. She knew that Gillian was correct, the figures and paperwork were wrong. Martinez had forged them herself. She was going to have to do something about Gillian Young before the woman could do any further digging.

Meanwhile in a bar on the other side of town

The small television over the bar was tuned to the local news. The perfectly coiffed anchor had just finished the sports and flashed a smile with a hint of humour in it, the serious news had finished it was time for the final story. “Social media is awash with speculation of the current whereabouts of socialite and fashion commentator Michelle Tiffany Rhodes. Ms Rhodes has gathered a large following on social networks with her honest and often controversial opinions…….” Hayley zoned out the voice and waited until the server behind the bar had finished with another customer before giving her table number and ordering food. After ordering she picked up the two glasses of soft drink and headed back to the table where Natalie was waiting for her.

“Gossip and food first Natalie” Hayley said “then business.” Natalie smiled and started on her latest terrible date plus her earlier telephone call with Gillian. Then the food arrived and they both tucked in. Once they had both finished and the plates had been cleared Natalie quickly ran through the case that she had been investigating over the past couple of days, the break-in at the jewellery store with the secret vault in the basement and the links with another robbery a couple of days earlier. Hayley then ran through her meeting with Theodore Howard and her subsequent investigations.

“He really should have gone to the police?” Natalie said shaking her head.

Next best thing” Hayley replied with a smile. “Not that it has gotten me anywhere. There are no leads whatsoever.” The two women relaxed and finished their soft drinks. “One for the road?” Hayley suggested, raising her glass. Natalie nodded and Hayley went back to the bar. Hayley glanced at the television again something clicked at the back of her mind. Picking up the two refilled glasses Hayley hurried back to the table and banged the glasses down.

“What was the name of the person with missing stuff from the secret vault Natalie?”

“Waldorf” Natalie replied. Hayley leaned back in her chair, there was something just on the edge but she couldn’t quite get to it. They suddenly it clicked. “They won’t tell me what was in the safe. Denying all knowledge of the contents” Natalie continued but Hayley wasn’t listening.

“Waldorf, Howard and Rhodes” Hayley said.

“My missing file, your missing person case and that lost airhead? What about those names?” Natalie asked.

“I have seen them listed somewhere recently. Just give me a minute to think about it.” Natalie sipped her drink and let Hayley mull things over. After a minute Haley clicks her fingers and races off to a table next to the bar and came back with a newspaper. Hayley flicked through and finding the story she was looking for stabbed at finger at it.

“I knew it they are all on the panel to decide on that new property development. Take a look Natalie.” Hayley flipped the paper round and allowed Natalie to read the story.

“I give you the names match but it is a bit thin Hayley.”

“Not if you wanted to ensure that the development went ahead. You would need to have leverage to make people vote your way, either by holding someone they love hostage or”

“Having something on them that they didn’t want getting out” Natalie finished Hayley’s sentence. “But there is another name on the list.”

“Yes Sarah Garcyznski, the environmental specialist.” Hayley said. Natalie pulled out her phone and made a call to the station looking for information on the scientist. Hayley heard Natalie spell out the scientists’ second name.

“Yes give me that address” Natalie said and scribbled the information in her notebook. Once finished she thanked the person at the other end of the line and hung up. “Well what do you think?” Natalie asked Hayley.

“Well if this is our theory we might as well follow it to conclusion.” Hayley said taking her jacket from the back of the chair and putting it on. “She might be the only one that hasn’t been got at yet.”

“No time like the present” Natalie said doing the same.

“Probably won’t come to anything anyway, after all it’s only a theory” Hayley said as they made their way toward the door.

“Yeah you probably right. Let’s both take our own cars. Just on the chance we need them.” With that they made there way to Natalie’s car and headed toward the address.

Chapter 8

Jane Robbie checked the frame for a third time and seeing no wires or contacts went to work opening the window using her specialised tool set. Jane had spent several weeks casing this house before settling on the best time to strike. The large house only had one occupant and her research told her that the woman that lived here had inherited the place from her parents when they passed away. The father was a collector of antiquities that would Jane would be able to sell on easily for a nice amount. Jane got the window open and slipped carefully inside, closing the window silently behind her. Jane made her way stealthily through the house toward the room on the second floor where she knew the antiquities would be on show. Jane was just deciding what to take first when she heard a noise and froze, hopeful that it was just a figment of her imagination. Then she definitely heard another noise. It certainly wasn’t a figment of her imagination, there were noises coming from the direction of the front door. Jane made her way toward the landing at the top of the stairs and peeked round a corner just in time to see the front door open and two figures clad entirely in black, jeans, tight sweater and full length down jackets, enter carrying a woman between them. Jane pressed herself against the wall, the still air of the house allowed the voices of the figures to drift up the stairs to where she was located.

“Does the boss think that the photographs will work?”

“She didn’t have anything that we could leverage so we had to create something. Ms Crawford knows that she is doing.”

“Remember Munroe no real names on this job” Garrett said in a hushed but firm tone.

“Aw come on Garrett. Who is going to hear us?” Munroe replied. “Beside this is the last one. Job completed as of now. Well as long as everyone responds as the boss expects them to. Then again what happened if they don’t?”

“All of that is above our pay grade” Garrett responded. “Let’s just get this finished and we can get back to base and enjoy some rest and relaxation.” From her position Jane could confirm that both voices were female and also wondered what they were taking about. This was what was going through Jane’s mind when she suddenly realised that the sound that she heard was footsteps coming up the stairs. Jane had memorised the layout of the house and guessed that they would be heading for the master bedroom at the end of the hallway so quickly dived into one of the other bedrooms. With her ear pressed against the door Jane heard the footsteps pass the room and continue down the hallway. Jane heard another door open and then the sounds from the other side of the door became very hard to identify before she heard footsteps again.

“I need to go back to the car.” Jane heard a voice said as the footsteps once again got louder, receded then disappeared altogether. Jane’s curiosity got the better of her and she decided to sneak along and see what she could find out about the situation she currently found herself in.

Jane warily made her way toward the door of the master bedroom where there was a thin sliver of light coming from the narrow gap between the open door and frame. Jane could here the sounds of someone moving about whilst muttering to themselves under their breath. Jane leaned so that she could see through the small gap into the room. Then Jane felt uncomfortable and exposed and started backing up, she felt her hip hit something. Turning round she saw a ceramic vase lose balance, roll and fall off a table, shattering on the hard wooden floor. The noises from the master bedroom stopped. “Hey Munroe! Was that your clumsy ass?”

Jane turned and ran down the hallway cursing her clumsiness and the fact that she had let curiosity get the better of her. Why hadn’t she just remained hidden in the other bedroom? Suddenly in front of her loomed a figure at the top of the stairs, the tall large framed woman seemed to fill the space, the full length down coat adding a degree on menace. Jane stopped and looked around; another figure had appeared from the master bedroom. Nowhere to go Jane thought. The two women started walking slowly toward Jane and somehow Jane didn’t think that she would be able to talk her way out of this one so made the only decision open to her and dived into the bedroom where she had hid earlier, slamming the door behind her and leaning against it with all her weight. Jane quickly moved her hand to lock the door, only to find to her horror that there was no lock on the door. Bugger! Suddenly she felt a jolt against her shoulder as the two women leaned on it from the other side. It was a fight that Jane wasn’t going to win as the two women pushed and the door continued to open despite Jane’s best efforts, eventually Jane stumbled back from the door and the two women entered the room, their eyes focused on Jane.

The two women pounced on Jane, knocking her back before pinning her down on the bed leaving Jane unable to fight back effectively. Jane wondered what was going to happen now. They seemed to have reached a stalemate. The Jane saw a hand appear at the edge of her vision then Garrett slapped a chloroform soaked cloth over Jane’s nose and mouth. Jane panicked as she no idea what was on the cloth and there was definitely something on it, the cloth was damp and there were sweet smelling fumes coming from it and invading her nostrils. Jane thrashed her head from side to side but the cloth remained in place, then her legs and arms started to feel heavy and unresponsive. Darkness appeared at the edges of her vision and she felt her eyelids felt heavy, all she wanted to do was close them over but she knew she had to fight against it. Unfortunately there was no escape from the fumes coming from the cloth and after another couple of seconds everything went black. Garrett and Munroe stood up and looked down at the unconscious form of Jane lying on the bed.

“What do we do now? If we take her with us the boss will not be pleased.” As those words escaped her mouth Garret stopped and held up her hand to silence Munroe, dropping her voice to a whisper “Do you hear that?” Munroe nodded in response. It was the sound of car engines idling. Then the noise stopped. “I get a bad feeling about those noises? Let’s head out the back door and work our way back round to the car.” Munroe nodded and they both hurried out of the room and toward the back door.

Hayley King stepped out of her car and headed back up the street toward where Natalie Twain had parked. Hayley supposed that this was the difference between the police and a private investigator. Natalie had parked almost in front of Sarah Garcyznski’s house whereas Hayley had parked at the end of the road. Natalie stepped out onto the sidewalk to join Hayley. They both stood and admired the large house with manicured lawns and well tended shrub beds. “Nice pad” commented Hayley. Natalie nodded her agreement. “What’s the plan then Detective?”

“I thought that we would keep it simple. Walk up, chap the door and see what happens.”

“Alright, keep it simple. I can get behind that. Then ask if anybody has tried to abduct you or anyone you know?” Hayley replied.

“Well maybe not that bluntly but let’s see how we get on.” With that the two women walked up the path to the door. Natalie took the lead and hammered heavily on the door before trying the bell. They both looked at each other after a minute went past without a response Hayley leaned forward and tried the handle. The door opened and swung inward with a creak.

“Let’s take a look.” Hayley said to Natalie before steeping inside. Natalie had a feeling that something wasn’t quite right in the house. The two women had a look through the ground floor and seeing nothing out of the ordinary made their way upstairs. At the top of the stairs Natalie noted the smashed vase lying in the hallway and pointed it out to Hayley who nodded to acknowledge that she had seen it. The two women split up and checked each room on either side in turn. Hayley eventually got the room where Jane was lying sprawled on the bed. “Well, well, well what do we have here? Natalie I think that I found something?”

Jane Robbie held her head in her hands and stared at the ceiling. Jane had regained consciousness about five minutes previous to find two very attractive women standing over her. They hadn’t said anything as yet and that suited Jane just fine for the moment.

“Looks like our theory may well turn out to be correct. I found Sarah Garcyznski out cold in the master bedroom at the end of the hallway” the dark haired woman said.

“So much for thin” replied the blonde. Jane rose from the bed and staggered slightly. The dark haired woman caught her and helped her back onto the bed. “Just relax it’s the affect affects from the chloroform. Natalie I think that the young lady could do with a glass of water.”

“Chloroform?” Jane asked.

“What whoever attacked you used to knock you out. Did they hold a cloth over your nose and mouth with a sickly sweet smell on it?” Jane nodded her head, which probably wasn’t a good idea. “Just relax it will pass soon enough.” At that point the woman with the dark hair returned with a glass of water and handed it to Jane who accepted and drank half of it in one long gulp.

“Thanks. I assume that you are the good guys but if you don’t mind me asking who exactly are you?”

“I am Hayley King a private investigator working on a missing person case and this serious looking woman is Detective Natalie Twain of the local police department.” Jane shoulders slumped slightly as she had just noticed what the Detective held in her other hand, the rucksack that contained the tools of Jane’s trade.

“I guess this belongs to you” Natalie said “looks like you weren’t here on a family visit.” Letting the statement hang in the air for a moment whilst Hayley shook her head and put on her best disappointed face.

“What do you think Natalie?” Hayley asked. “I don’t think that it will be this young lady’s first time at the rodeo. Could be looking at some serious charges?” Jane looked from Natalie and Hayley and back again. “Breaking and entering, extortion, conspiracy to kidnapping, the list goes on.”

“Luckily there is something bigger going on and we need all the help we can get. It doesn’t look like anything was actually stolen so perhaps we can look the other way this time on certain conditions” Natalie said.

“And what would they be Detective Twain?” Hayley asked before Jane could open her mouth.

“Number 1” Natalie stated raising her index finger “full co-operation on what happened tonight and 2” now Natalie raised a second finger ”a change in career.”

“Sounds like a fair exchange to me” Hayley commented. “I would consider it strongly young lady.” Hayley and Natalie focused their gaze on Jane sitting cross legged on the bed with the glass held in both hands.

“Alright but first you can drop the young lady nonsense, I must be what four or five years younger then you.” Jane paused when she heard sirens in the distance. “Wait you said…..” Jane stopped when Natalie raised a hand.

“I had to call the incident in but the issue is how we describe your part in it; witness or something else.” Jane really didn’t see much of an alternative at this point in time.

“My name is Jane Robbie and I had better start from the beginning.” Hayley and Natalie stood whilst Jane ran through what had happened and what she had overheard pausing halfway through to allow Natalie to brief then issue instructions to two uniformed officers that arrived at the door. Once she had finished Jane watched on from her position sitting on the bed as the other two women turned and looked at each other.

“Well that seems to confirm it Hayley, using the same fake names and the victim. It can’t be a coincidence.” Natalie said, Hayley agreed by nodding.

“The question is what do we do next?”

“Do you mind me filling me on what is going on?” Jane asked.

“Later” responded Hayley and Natalie in unison.

“Hayley you should head off and get started on seeing if we can actually prove our theory. I will have to stay here for the moment and oversee things.” With that Hayley turned and left.

“What about me? Can I go?”

“Certainly not Jane” Natalie replied and walked to the door. “Officer Rawlings could you do me a favour and watch this young lady.” Jane watched as a rather large man in a blue uniform appeared in the doorway. “Don’t let her leave this room until I come back for her.” Officer Rawlings nodded. Natalie took out her phone and hit one of the speed dial buttons “Smith sorry to call so late but are you busy…….”

Hayley left the house and made her way down the street to her car, it was well away from the commotion caused by the recently arrived emergency vehicles. As she unlocked the driver side door she felt something as if there was someone behind her and spun round. “I hoped that you would come out without your friend” said Christina Howard.

“Well, well nice to see you again. Fortunately the police are close by. I will just give them a shout.”

“I wouldn’t do that quite yet. I think that we should talk. There is a small diner two blocks north. Meet me there in ten minutes if you are interested.” Christina turned and walked off. Hayley knew that she should call the police, after all Christina was a fugitive from justice but something told her to take the offered meeting.

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Chapter 9

Hayley King and Christina Howard sat and stared at each across the table over two steaming mugs of coffee. It was as if both were deciding who was going to start the conversation. Christina took a deep breath and decided to break the silence. “My sources tell me that you no longer work for the government.” It was a statement more than a question. Hayley took a while to formulate an answer. Hayley could tell that Christina was obviously well informed. Better to go with the truth and be vague then be caught in a lie.

“I am working as a private investigator these days. Strangely enough despite the reputation I find it better then working for my previous employers.”

“Would you like to tell me what you are currently working on?”

“Missing person case, pretty sensitive I can’t discuss it with you” replied Hayley, clearly they were playing cat and mouse.

“Is it anything to do with Theodore Howard?” Christina threw the questions out there to get a reaction. Hayley had tried to give nothing away but knew that she reacted in a small way.

“You certainly seem to have good sources Christina.”

“Well that and I have been keeping an eye on you since you met my father.” Hayley’s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling this time. Christina smirked. “Thought this news might get a reaction. Vanessa and I are half sisters, same father but different mothers.”

“I assume that you have a proposal?” Hayley asked.

“I thought that we could combine forces on this one, work together. If my sister is being held I want to help get her back. I have no interest in what arrangement you have with my father”

“My enemy’s enemy is my friend?” asked Hayley

“More like pulling resources to reach a common goal. Remember we don’t know who the enemy is at the moment.” Christina replied. “There are connections that I have that you don’t and vice versa. You know that what I am proposing makes sense. What were you doing at that house anyway? The flashing lights on the police cars and ambulance suggest that something inst quite right.” For some reason Hayley found she was explaining the theory that she and Natalie had come up with regarding the property development. Once finished her theory Christina nodded and produced two laminated pieces of card and placed them on the table. Hayley looked at them with interest.

“Dare I ask?”

“They are two tickets to a charity ball this Saturday night. The great, good and not so good of local society will be in attendance, including Alden Alexander. I thought that it might be worth checking out.” Christina said with a shrug. Hayley picked up the tickets and smiled.

“I love an excuse to get dressed up. Let’s have a look and see what comes of it.”

“Where is your sidekick?” Christina asked.

“I assume you mean Detective Twain? Sacred that she might turn up and arrest you? She is finishing up at the crime scene then going to meet Gillian. You will remember her as well. Gillian said that she had something that she wanted to discuss in person.”

“I will need to go shopping.” Christina said. “Living on the run doesn’t really require a ball gown.”

“Where are you staying?” Hayley enquired.

“I have a room at a motel.”

“Check out and come stay in my spare room” Hayley said. To say that Christina was taken aback by this offer was an understatement.

“So you thrust me then?” Christina enquired.

“No exactly the opposite. I want you where I can keep a close eye on you.”

“Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer” Christina replied.

Chapter 10

After finishing at Sarah Garcyznski’s house Detective Natalie Twain had headed home. Natalie had earlier called Gillian Young to make her apologies and rearrange their meeting for breakfast the following day. Under extreme protest Jane Robbie had spent the night in the cells. Natalie didn’t know what else to do with her at that point but needed the young woman to stick around so gave Jane the spare set of keys to her flat and told her to go there. Hopefully when she got back the place hadn’t been ransacked. That reminded she had better text Rhiannon and let her know. Entering the coffee shop Natalie scanned the crowd and found Gillian sitting at a table near the back. “Sorry to cancel and” checking her watch “also being late this morning.”

“No problem. I took the liberty of ordering your usual” Gillian replied.

“Not time for a catch up then.”

“Unfortunately not Natalie” Gillian began then went through the story regarding missing supplies and dodgy paperwork before finishing with “I have some questions about Martinez but I can’t do anything either inside or outside Section 10 without her knowing.”

“Let me guess. You would like me to see of there is anything that I can find” Natalie said with a smile. Gillian smiled back and nodded.

To say that Natalie had unfinished business with Martinez would be putting it lightly. The woman had been responsible for having Natalie bound and sedated during the case that made her career. So after meeting with Gillian she decided to check out Martinez. Natalie had carefully checked the electronic files and asked some of her informants about the possibility of a federal employee being involved with local criminal organisations. Interestingly there were some rumours but as always there was nothing that you could rely on in court. That was how she came to be sitting in her car on the street outside Martinez’s house at 7am on a Saturday morning sipping lukewarm coffee.

After a couple of hours Natalie’s patience was rewarded as the front door opened and Martinez exited the house and walked toward her car. Before getting into a SUV Martinez looked both ways down the street. Now to Natalie that seemed like a nervous look. Call it a hunch or maybe wishful thinking but Natalie had a feeling that Martinez was up to no good. As Martinez reversed out of the drive and took off along the street. After giving Martinez what she believed was a safe distance Natalie pulled out from the kerb and headed off after her.

After forty minutes and a lot of detours Natalie had followed Martinez to an industrial complex on the edge on the city. It was mostly vacant and Natalie thought an ideal place to conduct illegal activities away from prying eyes. Martinez stopped outside the large doors to a warehouse and flashed her lights. The doors opened and Martinez drove inside. Natalie found a place further u the road and stashed her car before making her way back toward the warehouse. Natalie probably should have called for back up but curiosity got the better of her. Tracking around the warehouse Natalie found a loose fire escape door and managed to pry it open far enough to squeeze through and enter the warehouse. Sticking to the shadows she made her way toward the centre where there was a large open space. Once she could get a decent view between the stacks of crates she could see several vehicles parked in the area, including one with the name of a funeral home on it. There was a selection of people standing in a loose circle, including Martinez. Looking round the other in the circle Natalie recognised two other faces. Sophia Rousseau from the police files, a local businesswoman suspected of involvement in several criminal enterprises plus Alden Alexander from the news footage. He had been thanking the expert panel for agreeing that his property development should go ahead and extolling what benefits it would bring to the local community. Too late Natalie heard something behind her, before she could turn round something heavy hit her head and everything went black.


Chapter 11

The light started to appear at the very edge of her eyes. As the light continued to creep slowly toward the centre of her eyes Natalie rolled from lying on her shoulder and onto her back and scrunched her eyelids tightly closed. Her head started to pound. It was then that her mind realised that she was lying on a concrete floor in a warehouse and had been cracked over the head with something heavy. “Detective Twain nice to meet you again” said a familiar voice from overhead. Natalie opened her eyes and saw the familiar face of Martinez leaning over her.

“I wish that I could say the same Martinez. But lying was never a strongpoint” Natalie replied

“Unfortunately you have a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time detective”

“Not one of my better habits” Natalie said through gritted teeth whilst manoeuvring herself into a sitting position, resting elbows on her knees.

“Now that you have seen what you have earlier what are we to do with you?” asked Martinez

“We need to get rid of her” Natalie heard a gruff voice state. Delicately turning her head in the direction where the voice had come from she recognise Alden Alexander staring at her.

“What do you mean?” Martinez fired the question at Alden Alexander. The warehouse went silent. “I didn’t think you were going to answer that question. My associates and I don’t work that way so unless you plan to do it please don’t make suggestions.”

“We can stash her at my place until we make a final decision on how to proceed” said another voice, this time female with a European accent, Sophia Rousseau Natalie assumed. During this discussion of her immediate future Natalie had manage to get herself onto her feet. Looking around she found that she was standing a couple of yards away from Martinez in the middle of a loose circle formed by eight other people, the seven that she had been observing earlier and the eighth person who she assumed had been the person who had hit her over the head earlier. Natalie identified Sophia Rousseau as the last person who spoke. She was an elegant woman in her late thirties wearing an all black outfit flanked by a couple of intimidating looking women with eastern European features. Probably bodyguards Natalie thought.

“Alright Sophia that works for the moment if you think that it will be quiet enough”

“We can use one of the rooms on the top floor. They don’t get used that often and we can keep most of the girls away easily” said Sophia Rousseau.

“Sounds like a plan. I have a full kit in my car so should be able to secure the detective thoroughly enough so that she won’t cause you any trouble” Martinez winked at Natalie as she said this. “If you thought your previous experience of being bound was good, this will definitely top it.” Natalie had now regained most of her faculties and started to fully grasp her situation and began looking round for an escape route. There wasn’t any. Natalie ended by facing Martinez again but now Martinez had a set of handcuffs dangling from a finger. “No way out detective” Martinez said as she walked behind Natalie, locked a cuff around Natalie’s left wrist then brought Natalie’s wrists together and put the second cuff around the right wrist securing both wrists together.

“Should you not gag her to keep her quiet?” said Sophia Rousseau.

“I have something better in my car Sophia. Can I borrow one of your ladies to drive? I would like to ride in the back with the detective.”

“Of course, I am sure that Yelena would be happy to help” Rousseau replied indicating to one of her minders. Martinez looked on as a tall, athletically built woman with dark hair tied back in a severe ponytail approached. Martinez rummaged around in her pocket and produced her car key which she flipped toward Yelena. The tall woman casually pulled the key from mid air and started toward the row of vehicles at the entrance to the warehouse.

“Move detective” Martinez said as she grabbed Natalie and ushered her toward the vehicles a couple of yards behind the woman called Yelena. Natalie let herself be guided toward Martinez’s SUV when the sudden flash of lights as Yelena disengaged the locks confirmed that this was Martinez’s vehicle. Yelena opened rear door and beckoned for Natalie to get in the back seat which she did with a helping nudge from Martinez. Once Natalie had sat down Martinez leaned across and put on her safety belt. After the door was closed behind her she sat in silence and waited as Yelena climbed in behind the steering wheel and Martinez made her way around the rear of the SUV and got in the other side of the back seat. “Yelena before you set off could you pass my jacket from the front seat.” Natalie watched as without saying anything. Yelena reached over, picked up a black down filled jacket and handed it back toward Martinez without looking. Yelena then pressed the button to start the engine, engaged drive and pulled the car away. Natalie watched as Martinez struggled into her jacket in the restrictive space of the car before completing the task and running her hands over the garment to smooth it out. Once satisfied about her jackets condition Martinez went into one of the outside pocket and produced a cloth and a small, dark coloured bottle.

“I hope that isn’t what I think it is Martinez” Natalie said

“I probably know what you are thinking but I will let the smell confirm your suspicions” Martinez replied whilst pouring a liberal amount of a liquid from the bottle onto the cloth then massaging the cloth to make sure that the liquid soaked in properly.

“Come on Martinez I’ve come quietly so far there is no need to use the chloroform”

“Well firstly you haven’t exactly been quiet since you got in the car and secondly I am not taking any chances with you detective. I have heard that you can take care of yourself so I have to take appropriate precautions such as the chloroform and a debut for our improved restraint system. But more of that later after you have taken a nice nap.”

“What do you mean by restraint system?” Natalie questioned not liking the sound of that having been bound by some of Martinez’s colleagues previously her mind boggled at the thought of an improved restraint system.

“Don’t worry detective there is plenty of down filled goodness for you to look forward to.” Natalie made to reply but before she could Martinez clamped the cloth over the lower half of Natalie’s face. Natalie reacted instantly by trying to move her head back but was blocked by the headrest. Natalie had been rendered unconscious twice previously by chloroform and those memories came flooding back as her brain reacted to the smell of the fumes that were invading her nostrils at the moment. There was nothing that Natalie could do so had no option but to keep inhaling the fumes. Natalie knew what to expect and after taking a about thirty seconds she felt the drugs effects start to kick in, her limbs started to feel numb then the darkness started to form at the edges of her vision. There was no use fighting it now and with one last deep breath Natalie slipped into unconsciousness. Martinez saw Natalie’s eyelids slam down but kept the cloth in place for a couple of seconds just so ensure that the detective was deeply under.

Natalie felt a jolt which shocked her back to full alertness. She had been half awake for a couple of minutes but still suffering from the after effects of being drugged. Natalie flexed her muscles to loosen her limbs and took a quick look around. Yelena was still in the driving seat with Martinez to her immediate left. Looking out the window Natalie tried to take in as much detail as possible. They were driving down a long straight road with large houses on either side. All of the houses were set back in their own plots of land and surrounded by large walls and gates. Natalie didn’t recognise this area at all, she could have been kept knocked out for hours but whoever lived here obviously valued their privacy. “Detective I see that you are awake” Natalie heard Martinez comment.

“How long was I out?” Natalie replied

“That would be telling” was the reply. Natalie watched as Martinez produced two items from the opposite jacket pocket from which she had earlier produced the bottle of chloroform. Natalie looked at them both as Martinez untangled them both and didn’t think she was going to like what was coming. Martinez picked up a padded sleeping mask and lent toward Natalie.

“Is there any need for that Martinez?”

“It’s your choice detective. You can have the blindfold and gag or the chloroform again?” Natalie slumped back into her seat. “Wise choice detective” Martinez said as she placed the padded mask over Natalie’s eyes and placed the elastic strap at the back of Natalie’s head to hold it in place. After a few seconds Martinez asked Natalie to open her mouth. Natalie didn’t want to be chloroformed again so did as instructed and felt a large, padded item forced between her lips. “It’s a pillow gag detective, a nice thickly padded one to keep you nice and quiet. Just relax and bite into it and it wont be that bad. Now lean forward.” Natalie did as instructed and held the gag in her teeth bent her head forward allowing Martinez to buckled the strap tightly behind Natalie’s head.

“TGATYH GTRHA” Natalie mumbled trying out the effectiveness of the large gag filling her mouth.

“Not great but it will do the job for the moment. Looks great on you to detective; just try not to drool too much.” With that the vehicle went silent for the remainder of the ride. Natalie settled back and tried to take in as much as possible which was difficult considering she was blindfolded.

After what Natalie estimated was about half an hour she felt the vehicle break and take a right hand turn. The vehicle continued at a much reduced pace then pulled to a stop and the engine was killed. Natalie heard the door open and felt her belt release. She felt a powerful grip around her upper and stumbled as she was roughly dragged from the vehicle, biting down on the thickly padded gag in her mouth. Natalie assumed that the grip belonged to Yelena and decided that the best course of action would be to play along whilst trying to take in as much information as possible.

“Miss Rousseau called ahead to let us now that you would be arriving Miss Martinez” said a male voice. “As instructed we have prepared one of the rooms on the top floor for you to use. Do you require any assistance?”

“Thank you Forbes. I will need a hand with some bags”

“Certainly Miss Martinez, Yelena will give you a hand and show you to the room. If there is anything else please let me know otherwise I have other matters requiring my attention.” It was hard to tell but Natalie was sure that the man then turned and left. She stood with that vice like grip around her upper arm as she heard people being busy around her with doors opening and closing.

“Follow me Martinez” Natalie heard Yelena say and then felt herself being dragged somewhere by the arm. She felt the air cool and assumed that they had entered a building. After a short walk they stopped and made a turn then stopped dead. There was silence until Natalie heard what she thought were lift doors opening and this was confirmed when they entered a lift car with everyone tightly packed in. After a quick ride the lift stopped the doors opened and the group exited the lift and turned left. Natalie felt the grip around her arm tighten again as the group paused and she heard a door open. The grip around her arm disappeared then she felt a hard push in her back and was propelled through the open door almost losing her balance and ending up face down in the carpet.

“Do you need anything else Miss Martinez?”

“No Yelena. Thanks for your help just close the door behind you and stand at the door should I require assistance” Martinez replied. Natalie stood still using her ears to try and decide what was going on. Natalie heard the door close and felt Martinez close toward her. “I am going to remove the gag and blindfold but no funny business or I call for back up and the chloroform gets used again”. Natalie nodded and felt the buckle to the gag become loose and then Martinez removed it from her mouth and then very quickly the blindfold was removed and light flooded back into her eyes. Martinez led Natalie across to a chair in the far corner of the room and pushed her into it. Natalie sat down and waited for her eyes to readjust to the lighting in the room. Due to this she didn’t really notice as Martinez dropped down and quickly tied her ankles together.

“You certainly aren’t taking any chances” Natalie stated as her eyes continued to adjust to the light following the removal of the blindfold. “Don’t suppose you fancy telling me where we are?” Natalie looked around at what looked like a mid range hotel room. The heavy curtains over the windows was

“Maybe later when I have gotten you more comfortable” Martinez replied. Natalie watched on with interest as Martinez lifted three large sacks onto the bed in the centre of the room and started to remove the items contained within them. It was two large sleeping bags and what looked like a down filled suit. Having discussed with Hayley what had happened when she had been captured she had a good idea what they were for. Next Martinez reached into a plain black holdall and removed a several smaller items including a chunky rectangular block. Martinez spent another couple of minutes arranging the items on the bed. “Lets get started then Natalie” Martinez said as she made her way toward the chair. Natalie had to admit that the change to using her first name had thrown her slightly. “Please stand up”. Natalie complied and Martinez unlocked the cuffs from around Natalie’s wrists and then untied the rope from around her ankles.

“It’s not to late to give yourself up Martinez”

“I think that we are past that detective. You must do everything that I say or it could get messy for you. My associates would probably just get rid of you but I can see you maybe being an asset further down the line.” What kind of asset? Natalie thought. “Now please strip.”

“Strip! You can’t be serious Martinez?” There was no way that Natalie was going to strip.

“Look Natalie just obey my instructions and you will be alright for the moment. I promise, otherwise I can’t guarantee your safety.” Natalie paused and though things through. Even if she could get passed Martinez and out of the she had no idea what she would find on the other side on the door. Weighing it up Natalie decided that at this point discretion was the better part of valour. Reluctantly Natalie began to remove her clothes, first her jacket which she folded and placed on the chair. Next she bent down and removed her boots and placed then under the chair. Slowly Natalie undid her belt, loosened the buttons and slide off her jeans, followed by her socks and finally her blouse. Natalie stood there awkwardly in her underwear, hugging herself. Martinez had watched the whole act with interest. “Nothing to be embarrassed about detective, you have an impressive figure” Martinez commented.

“Well this is as far as I go Martinez” Natalie said whilst continuing to shift awkwardly. Martinez had been looking in a large bag and turned and shrugged in a ‘We’ll see’ kind of gesture that sent a shiver down Natalie’s spine. Martinez found what she was looking for and made her way toward Natalie.

“First things first; hands out in front of you” Martinez commended. Natalie complied and Martinez produced a pair of finger control mitts and proceeded to put one of each of Natalie’s hands.

“Is this some of the equipment that you managed to misplace from Section 10?” Natalie asked.

This question seemed to throw Martinez for a second but she just shrugged and carried on. The mitts had a small buckle at the wrist section which Martinez tightened to lock the mitts in place. Natalie winced as the buckle was secured and tried wriggling her fingers. The mitts were thickly padded and severely limited the movement of her fingers. That combined with the silky smoothness of the fabric on both the inside and outside of the mitts meant that trying to pick something up almost impossible rendering her hands useless. Natalie gulped and had a felling that she was not going to like what was coming her way. Whilst looking at her hands Natalie hadn’t noticed that Martinez has moved behind her. “Open you mouth” Natalie jumped slightly then did as instructed. Martinez brought something over her head. It was a large padded gag with a ball in the middle. The large soft ball at the centre of the gag was forced into her mouth. Natalie reacted and closed her mouth around the ball as the pad was pushed against her lips. Natalie felt it push down on her lips as a buckle was used at the back of her head to secure it in place. Natalie concluded that the pad was made of the same material as the mitts, thickly padded and smooth to the touch.

“TGTAHT HATSHT GFRATJ” Natalie mumbled.

“Yes very effective gag detective and definitely required” Martinez replied with a smirk in the voice. “Unfortunately the panties will have to go but you can keep the bra if you wish” Natalie blushed at this statement from Martinez. “Don’t worry; no funny business I just need to put a diaper on you.”

“NYTH HGALIKH” Natalie tried to strongly protest from behind her gag.

“You will be restrained for long periods of time so if you want to take the chance its up to you but I certainly wouldn’t want to………well you know. Just lie down on the bed” Natalie took a deep breath going redder with embarrassment with each passing second walked across and lay down on the bed away from the items that looked like sleeping bags.

“Raise your bum like a good captive” Martinez requested. Natalie lifted her hips from the bed and felt Martinez slip her panties off. After a couple of seconds Natalie felt a tap on her hip and took this as a sign to lower them again. When she did Natalie felt her bum land on something soft and thick. Natalie lay perfectly still as Martinez finished the process of putting on the diaper by bringing up the front and securing the sticky tabs to keep it in place. “Not so bad that was it detective. Right get back up off the bed.” With her hands in the mitts and the diaper firmly in place this more difficult than normal. “What would your colleagues say if they could see you now?” Natalie just scowled at Martinez, who produced a phone from her pocket and quickly took a photograph Natalie.

“THAGYSJG JAGTSSGF!!” Natalie protested from behind the gag. Martinez wagged a finger to discourage any thoughts of action. Natalie took a couple of deep breaths. Nothing much that she could do like this anyway. Martinez grabbed something from the bed and held it up to Natalie. To Natalie it looked like a ski suit but far more voluminous and with built in feet. Martinez brought it over and positioned it on the floor in front of Natalie. “Step into the legs if you please” Natalie once again did as ordered and with a little help from Martinez, especially with the arms found that she was wearing a down filled suit. Once again she noticed its thickness and smoothness of the fabric that it was made from. Martinez zipped up the front of the suit, flicking up the hood. Taking a step back, “looking good detective” Martinez commented. “Hands out again” Natalie did as ordered and watched as Martinez placed padded cuffs on her wrists, just above the end of the mitts, locking them together with not much of a gap. Natalie watched as Martinez picked up two straps from the bed and used them to secure her arms of her body. Martinez was picking up the pace now as if she had somewhere to be and grabbed Natalie by the upper arm and pushed her round to the other side of the bed. Martinez fully opened up one of the sleeping bags and pushed Natalie down so that her bum was resting on the inside of the sleeping bag. “Legs together Natalie” Martinez then used three more of the straps to secure Natalie’s legs at the ankles, just below the knees and around the middle of the thighs. Natalie felt slight discomfort as the thigh strap was tightened due to the thick diaper that she was wearing. Noticing this Martinez smiled and commented “You’ll get used to it.” This did not fill Natalie with confidence that she would escape her current predicament. “Swing your legs up and get in the bag” Martinez commanded. Once again with a little assistance Natalie managed to do as instructed. Lying perfectly still Natalie waiting as Martinez pulled the top of the bag over her and zipped the bag. Out of the corner Natalie could see Martinez head for the door. Taking the opportunity Natalie had a wriggle but couldn’t get free of her bonds. Thumping her head back in frustration she noticed that the thickness of the sleeping bag was increasing as the loft inflated. The bag was unlike any sleeping bag she had used before. The material was smooth and the down filling must had been very high to make the bag feel so tight around her body. Then Natalie suddenly became aware of a presence around her. “Detective please do not struggle whilst Yelena and I put you in the second restraining bag.” Natalie lay still as she felt her legs get lifted as they were slid into another bag. Natalie didn’t struggle but she wasn’t going to help her captors either so she lay there as dead weight as the two women managed to slip the bag under her body, finally getting the hood under her head. This bag had a centre zip so Natalie was a little shocked when she looked down to find Martinez almost straddling her to bring the two halves of the top section of the bag together and zip them in place, fighting against the loft of the down to get the zip up to the top before locking it off. “That’s us finished detective. No means of escape but you will be very comfortable for the duration of your captivity as long as you relax and enjoy” and with a pat of the bag Martinez jumped off.

“Anything else Ms Martinez” Natalie heard Yelena ask, the hint of a Russian accent becoming more noticeable.

“No that’s great thanks. I will leave a bottle of chloroform before I go should anything happen but I can’t see her getting out of those restraints.” Natalie heard the door open and close as Yelena left and then the sounds of what she took to be Martinez tidying the room. Natalie took the opportunity to test her restraints again. There was no give in the cuffs on her wrists and very little in the straps that surrounded her body. The loft in the sleeping bags made movement difficult and the smoothness of the material made getting purchase all but impossible. Someone had thought this through carefully and come up with this system. It did seem to be effective.

Then without warning Martinez face appeared above Natalie’s, suddenly a hand appeared holding a small cloth and placed it over Natalie’s nose. Instantly Natalie recognised the sweet smell of chloroform. “Listen detective there is no chance of escape so just relax, I have told Yelena that you have not to be released, though I would let you have a nap to pass the time until I get back.” Natalie couldn’t do anything to resist so had no option but to inhale the fumes from the chloroform. “Then we can have a chat about the best thing to do with you, can’t let you leave” Natalie tried to take in what Martinez was saying but she was starting to loose focus as the drug took affect, “then again you are an attractive woman so maybe Miss Rousseau can find someone for you.” Natalie was struggling now as her eyelids started to get heavy; the last thought that went through her head was how comfortable she was before everything went black.

Martinez jumped back into her car and readjusted the seat to her usual driving position. She was starting to think that it was time to make a move and get out of the employ of the government. But first thing first she had to find a way to neutralise Gillian Young.

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Re: Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

Postby puffalover » Tue Jan 03, 2017 8:46 pm

Another excellent round of chapters my friend! Really enjoying all the different scenes going on around the same time and how you have it all organized.

Poor Natalie...Being tied up in a thick down suit and two sleeping bags. She's gonna wake up super hot and there's nothing she can do about it.

Can't wait to see what's in store next. :D
Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

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Re: Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

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Chapter 12

Christina and Hayley handed their invitations to the security guards on the door and entered the vast ballroom on the ground floor of the Rochester Hotel. Both women paused to take in the scene in front of them before heading down the stairs. The stairs had been designed to let people make an entrance and it was clear that both women had made a mark. Both had on figure hugging full length gowns, Christina wore blue and Hayley black. Christina wasn’t vain but knew that she was an attractive woman but as they made their way to the bar she noticed that most of the men were stealing glances at Hayley. When they got to the bar the man tending that section gave Hayley a wide smile and handed her two flutes of champagne, eyes lingering just a bit too long on Hayley’s cleavage before moving on to serve the next person.

“Let’s split up and mingle a bit. Meet back at the bar at the other side of the hall in twenty minutes” Hayley said and turned away, expertly slaloming her way through the crowd even on high heels. Christina shook her head at the woman who she had quickly come to like. Spinning round she came face to face with a man in his mid forties sporting a Magnum style moustache. Unfortunately for him that was where the resemblance to Tom Selleck ended.

“Your friend there; is she single?” the man asked Christina.

“You’re not even playing the same sport pal, never mind the same league” Christina responded before heading into the crowd to mingle.

Hayley decided to just make a tour of the hall and see what happened. Apart from drawing admiring glances from most of the men that she walked past there wasn’t much doing until she reached the far end of the hall and caught a glimpse of what was a familiar face, Elizabeth Crawford. Making her way toward the woman she settled at what she hoped was a discreet distance away from the group that the woman had joined and looked around. At its centre Alden Alexander was toasting his success at the recent approval for his property development along with a group of men and women. Hayley looked around the group but couldn’t identify Elizabeth Crawford again within the large group. After a couple of minutes she slipped away again and headed toward the bar.

Christina hadn’t seen anything interesting and was currently walking along the edge of the room toward the bar when she felt a strong hand grip her elbow, turning she found that a large man of around fifty had managed to get close to her without her knowing. “Through the fire exit and don’t make a scene lady” the man said in a southern accent. He used his other hand to push the fire escape open and door. Once through the door Christina found herself in a bare corridor facing a woman wearing a red evening gown. The woman had light brown shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes. Standing behind her was a very, very large man with impassive features and a nose that had to have been broken at least three times and that was if Christina was being kind.

“Good evening Christina. My name is Louise Williams and I am here to make you a proposal. It is a one time offer so please pay attention” the woman said.

“How do you know my name lady?” Christina responded.

“Your former boss is my current employer” Louise answered. Christina instantly knew that Louise was referring to Elizabeth Crawford. “She has been keeping an eye on you from afar and is disappointed at some of your recent decisions.”

“Well we all have disappointments in life Louise.”

“Your former boss has giving me authority to offer you a job with her new venture. It is a one time offer. I think that she likes you.”

“Sorry but I have to turn that opportunity down. I am currently working on something else.” With that response Christina saw the two men take a step toward her.

“I assume that this relates to your sister?” Louise asked. Christina could see the knowing look behind the woman’s eyes and things clicked into place. Hell Christia should have known that Elizabeth Crawford would have a hand in this scheme. If you wanted people to disappear go to the best.

“Christina we have already used your sister for our main purpose, getting your father to vote our way on the development. Now moving her on is just a bonus for one of our associates.”

“Wait you can’t do that. She’s just a kid.” Christina knew about some of Elizabeth Crawford’s business partners and didn’t want her sister disappearing.

“Already got someone lined up. Didn’t ask for your sister specifically, just a blonde.” Christina sensed there was something else coming. “It could be any blonde woman really. Do you know any natural blondes Christina?” Now she knew where this was going. Her eyes dropped to the floor.

“Come on Christina, your vivacious blonde acquaintance in exchange for your sister. Surely it’s not a hard decision to make.” It was more of a statement than a question. This woman knew what Christina would do. After a couple of seconds Christina nodded her head. “Your sister is in one of the rooms upstairs. When we have your friend you get the room number and key card.” Christina had come to respect or dare she say even like Hayley over the brief time they had been working together. Now she would have to betray Hayley into the clutches of some criminal organisation. Christina made a vow there and then that whatever it took she would track down and help Hayley King. The woman went held out her hand and the man standing behind Christina handed her a small parcel, which in turn she handed to Christina. The woman signalled to the two men and they both made there way back toward the door to the main ballroom. Christina looked at what had been handed to her. It was a bottle, thick white cloth and an electronic card to access a room in the hotel. The bottle had a note on it with a mobile telephone number. Before she got cold feet Christina texted Hayley asking to meet on the floor where the room that was on the card was located.

Hayley had heard her phone make the noise that a text had arrived so made her way out of the ballroom and into the reception area. Hayley read Christians’ text and nodded her head. It looked like Christina had found something. Before heading up to meet Christian and whilst having her phone out she tried calling Natalie again, with the same result. The phone rang out and went to voicemail. Hayley was starting to get concerned about her friend as it had been two days since she had heard from Natalie. Deciding on a slight change of tactic she found John Smith, Natalie’s partner’s number in her phone and sent him a text explaining her concerns and asking is he had heard from Natalie.

Christina met Hayley in the landing outside the lift and indicated with her head toward the corridor and headed in that direction, Hayley fell in a step behind her. “What did you find?” Hayley asked in hushed tones. Christina responded by holding up the electronic card that she had been given.

“I saw a woman in deep discussion with Alexander and she dropped this. Thought that we should take a look in the room” Christina said over her shoulder. Stopping outside the room that matched the number on the card Christina inserted the card and waited for the light to turn green and then entered the room closely followed by Hayley. The room was actually a large suite with a two bedrooms off a common living area. Christina pointed to the bedroom on the left, “One bedroom each and then meet in the middle” and headed off. Hayley paused for a moment then headed to the bedroom on the right. Christina retrieved the chloroform and cloth that she had stashed earlier in the drawer of a bedside cabinet, removed the top from the bottle and poured a liberal amount of the liquid onto the thick white cloth.

In the other bedroom Hayley went about the business of searching the room. A combination of basic police training and experience meant that Hayley meant that even wearing heels and ball gown she made short work of the search. When she said nothing she meant nothing, the drawers and wardrobes were all empty apart from the standard fair that you would expect to find in a hotel room. This she thought to be strange. Then she heard Christina call her name from the other bedroom. Hayley made her way across to see what Christina had found.

Christina shouted to Hayley across the suite for Hayley to join her and then stood in the centre of the room with the cloth hidden in her right hand against her thigh. Christina waited as Hayley entered the room. “In the drawer at the far side of the bed”, Christina said. Hayley slowly walked toward the chest of drawers. As Hayley made her way toward the bed Christina slipped out of her heels and slid in behind Hayley. Once Hayley stopped Christina pounced quickly, wrapping her left hand around Hayley’s body to pin both of the woman’s arms then clamped the chloroform soaked cloth over Hayley’s nose and mouth.

“THESY MMPPHH” Hayley mumbled from behind the cloth. Christina leaned back so that Hayley was slightly unbalanced which would help Christina’s subdue her. Hayley struggled against Christina’s grip but Christina knew what she was doing and was in a good position.

“Sorry about this Hayley, I really am but it is my sister” Christina whispered in Hayley’s ear as she continued to hold the cloth tightly in place. Christina held onto Hayley as the drug started to have an effect, Hayley’s struggles meant that she inhaled more of the drug. “Just relax Hayley and I promise that I will find you.” Christina could feel Hayley’s struggles subside until she was almost taking all of Hayley’s weight. Christina removed the cloth and flung it onto the bed so that she could use both arms to place Hayley onto the bed softly. Hayley wasn’t all the way out yet and was mumbling quietly. Christina picked up the cloth again the carefully held it over Hayley’s nose and mouth until Hayley’s eyes fluttered then slowly closed over. Christina sat on the bed and picked up her phone and sent a text to the number that had been on the bottle of chloroform and waited. Quickly her survival instincts kicked in and she emptied Hayley’s purse of anything that could prove useful including keys and a phone. A short time later Christina heard the door open and stood as Louise Williams entered the suite closely followed by two women dressed as paramedics pushing a gurney between them. Louise headed toward Christina, extended a hand that contained a key card.

“Good job Christina” the woman said indicating the unconscious Hayley lying on the bed. Christina took the key card and headed for the door. “Wait don’t you want to know the room number.”

“I supposed I do.” Christina replied.

“Its room 823” Christina headed out of the room and along the corridor toward the lifts.

Louise Williams broke off from watching the departing Christina and turned to watch her two colleagues’ in action as they set about preparing Hayley for transport. They had already stripped her naked and were in the process of putting a diaper on Hayley. Once that was complete they placed a down filled suit on Hayley. Very quickly each woman placed a thickly padded mitt on each hand and locked them in place. Between the two of them picked Hayley up and placed her on the stretcher, lowering her head onto a pillow. They then used straps on Hayley’s wrists, ankles, thighs, waist and chest to secure her to the stretcher and flipped a sheet over Hayley to disguise the straps.

“You know the arrangements. Take her to the safe house and make sure Martinez is there to meet you. I will be staying at the gala until the end but any problems I will be contactable on the mobile.” Louise received two nods and with the job done she went back to the party, determined to drink, dance and have a good time. Louise Williams could feel it when a plan was coming together.

Christina made her way quickly to the room where she hoped to find her sister. Quickly using the card she entered the room and paused. There sitting on the bed was her sister, nervously banging her clasped hands off her knees. The two women embraced for over a minute until Christina broke away and sat them both down. Taking Vanessa’s hand she said “I know this won’t be easy but I need you to tell me everything that happened, right from the start. But first we have to get out of here to somewhere safe.”

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Re: Nothing Personal 3 - Criminal Intent

Postby puffalover » Thu Jan 12, 2017 8:58 pm

Hope the next part is coming soon my friend. Great story so far. :D
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