Countdown... To Ireland
Sunday 20th March
9 pm
JFK Airport
The Transit officer
looked at Jo as she stood there, and then back at her screen.
"Welcome home Miss
Smith," the woman on the desk smiled as she handed Jo back her passport,
"how was your trip?"
"Like most modelling
trips,” Jo said with a smile, “both tiring yet fun at the same time."
"Well I saw your
new Big Box ad before I came on duty, so that's how I recognised you."
"Despite
these?" Jo lifted off her large black-framed 'geek' glasses.
"Yes...despite
those," the woman smiled again. "I hope you enjoy your rest."
"Oh believe me, I
am just SO looking forward to climbing into bed," Jo said as she slipped
her passport into her bag, and made her way through with Caroline, Ama and
Nikki to the luggage area.
“Let’s hope it doesn’t
take too long to get the bags,” Nikki said as Caroline checked her phone.
“Alice is back in
Boston – she’ll come down and see us at the end of the week.”
“Here come our bags now
– I’ll fetch a trolley,” Jo said as the luggage started to come round.
“Thank you ma’am,” the
Customs officer said as they handed their forms over, and walked into the
arrivals area.
“At least it’s
relatively quiet,” Jo said as they walked across, and out into the cool night
air.
"Well back in the
United States," Caroline spoke as she hailed a cab.
"Back HOME,"
Ama laughed, "I like travelling, but I also like just relaxing in my own
home."
"AGREED!"
Nikki laughed as the driver took her suitcase, "especially as I find it so
hard to relax on flights."
"You fidget."
Ama's laugh turned to a giggle. "That poor guy who had to stand up each
time you moved."
"Yeah, I told him
I was sorry."
"Hey - Is that
your new billboard Caroline?" Jo pointed... "Looks good."
"Yeah, I think
Jack got me at my best."
“All right – the
village please,” Caroline said as the four of them got into the back of the
car, and they started to move off – only to stop when Caroline said “Wait a
minute please.”
“What’s up?” Jo asked as Caroline wound the window down,
and spoke to the young man coming out of the terminal.
“Hey Luke...going our
way?"
"I could be,” Luke
Heller said with a smile, “if he's got room to carry all this stuff."
"Driver?"
"Yeah, I can just
abaht pack its in."
"Thanks." They waited as the cabbie got out and put
Luke’s luggage in the trunk, while he got in the back as well.
"Luke you look as exhausted as I feel,” Caroline said, “has Jack
been..."
"No," the
Englishman laughed, "I've been out on Canada's West Coast photographing
people of native descent for 'This Globe'."
"Sounds very
interesting, we've been in Ireland, shooting for..."
"Alice's new
campaign," he grinned, "Jack has been keeping me bang up to date, and
I’ve even seen those amazing shots of you with the wolfhounds Jo."
“I am never going to be
allowed to forget that, am I?”
“Jo, I think the name
Greyhound is going to stick,” Luke said with a smile.
“So what’s Jack being
up to while you were enjoying maple cured bacon and beer,” Jo asked.
“Believe it or not,
working for Ju in Sebring – she got Alexis and Mary to put him on a plane down,
and he’s being a photojournalist for a few days.”
“Jack? I thought he hated Florida.”
“He does – which makes
finding out when he gets back all the more interesting...”
10.15 pm
The Village
“And we are back,”
Caroline said as she turned on the lights and threw her keys into the bowl on
the table.
“And it is so good to
be home,” Ama said as she looked round.
“Shall I make some cocoa? I think
there is some long life milk in the icebox.”
“Why not? Nikki, we’ll set a camp bed up in Ama’s room
for you, and your mom will call in the morning.”
“Thanks,” Nikki said as
Ama went to the kitchen, Caroline checking the mail as Jo looked at her phone.
“Well, seems we missed
a very interesting party,” she said with a smile.
“Oh? What happened?”
“Well, let’s see – Mick
Harran and Nessa singing, along with some guys called Love and Jardine.”
Caroline looked up and
said “Mike Love and Al Jardine?”
“That’s right,” Jo said
as Ama brought the mugs in. “Apparently,
someone also arranged for Carole King to send a message as well.”
“I am so jealous
already,” Ama said with a smile.
“Right – drink up,
while I sort out the bed for the night.
We’ll unpack in the morning.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jo
said as she took a drink. “I’m sure we
will get the full story in the next couple of days.”
"Who are Mike Love
and Al Jardine?" asked Ama.
"Two thirds of the
living members of the Beach Boys. Brian Wilson seldom performs."
"Oh Mom, now I am
even more jealous of Jeannie."
"Well I suspect
Mary called in a few old markers to get them there."
“I can’t wait to hear
what the party was like,” Nikki said.
“You’re going to have
to wait – bed, now, both of you.”
“Yes, Mom,” Ama said as
she and Nikki went to her room, Jo smiling as she stood up.
“I’m going to turn in
as well – see you in the morning Caroline.”
“See you then,”
Caroline said with a smile as she dialled a number.
“George? It’s me.
Mike Love and Al Jardine?
“You’re kidding? Well, this could get very interesting. Any problems?
“Okay – you’re flying
back with Shirley tomorrow?
“Good – call round when
you get back, we’ll talk then.”
Monday 21st March
8 am
The Village
Caroline woke up to the
sound of the front door opening and closing, and then footsteps coming up from
the street. Slipping out of her bed, she
walked out of her bedroom to see Jo carrying a brown bag, steam rising from it.
“Hey – I thought I’d
get a few things for breakfast,” she said with a smile, “That is a great little
bakers you have down there.”
“Yeah, he does right by
us,” Caroline said with a smile.
“Good morning,” Ama
said as she came out, “is that fresh bread I smell?”
“It is indeed – why
don’t you start some coffee Ama, and I’ll see if I can raise Nikki from her
slumber.”
“I’ll sort these out,”
Jo said as she followed Ama into the kitchen, while Caroline looked out over
the street.
“Hey – am I the last
one up?”
“Not by much,” Caroline
said with a smile as she looked at Nikki, “heard from the other girls yet?”
“I haven’t checked my
phone yet – I’ll do it in a little while,” the young girl said as she headed to
the bathroom.
“So working today
Caroline?”
“Not until later –
Shirley and the team should be back at lunchtime, so I have a two o’clock
meeting at the office to review whatever happened this weekend. The girls have the day off school today –
hence the ability for everybody to get back today if possible.”
“Annie tomorrow?”
“Annie tomorrow – so
have you seen any pictures?”
“Well, now my phone has
had a chance to charge – let’s have a look,” Jo said as the aroma of fresh
Turkish coffee came through.
“That smells good,”
Nikki said as she came and sat at the table, and looked at her phone. “Jeannie says she’ll be home by three, and is
inviting the three of us round.”
“Sounds good – I’ll
bring my car round from Diana’s and drive you there later.”
“Any word on when they
will be back?”
“Apparently they’re
flying back with Grace and the others.
Ju and the girls are coming back with Ray just after Shirley leaves.”
“How did they do
anyway,” Ama asked, “in the race?”
“Not bad apparently –
I’m sure we’ll find out in due course.
Pass the butter, will you?”
“There you go,” Nikki
said as Jo spread some onto the warm bread, and then took a mug of coffee from
Ama.
11 am
Sebring
The RMC Garage
“Okay, that’s
everything cleared up,” Katherine said as she looked round the garage,
“everything packed into the truck?”
“Just securing the car
now,” Clint said as he called out from the rear of the truck, before he came
out and shut the doors.
“How was she this
morning,” Denice asked.
“Well, a bit worn down
after the race – I think we’ll need to clean out the oil and replace all the
brake pads and chocks again, but after a twelve hour race, that’s not
surprising.”
“Sandy, I just wanted
to come and say thank you for allowing me to join the team,” Antoinette said as
she came in and hugged Sands’ mother. “I
will be flying back tonight.”
“Thank you for coming,”
Sandy said as she waved the young Frenchwoman off. “So when will you know what we need to do?”
Clint looked on as he
said “We will know more when we get her back home and can strip her down at our
leisure..."
"I do hope you are
talking about the car Uncle Clint," Erica interrupted.
"Yes why?...Oh I
get it," Clint laughed, "No I'm not talking about a real woman."
"Though the way
you guys treat her it's a little hard to tell at times." George laughed as
he stood against the wall with Roy.
"Oh as if you
horse racing types don't talk the same about 'nice young fillies'?"
"He has us there
George." Roy slapped his colleague on the back.
"Now are you girls
going to be alright?"
"We got her down
here Clint, I think we can get her home." Heather called out.
"Are you set to go
Katherine?" Tonia asked.
"I think so."
“Right – kids, behave
for your dad on the flight back, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye mum,” Sands and
George said as Sandy got into the cab with Heather, Tonia getting behind the
wheel of the Winnebago as both vehicles set off.
“Come on you two – your
dad will be looking for you,” Ray said as the others left the garage...
Noon
The Huntingdown Apartment
“Well, we made it
back,” Carina said as she put her bag down, Judith walking into the front room
with her toy rabbit as Juliette closed the door.
“I hear we missed an
amazing party,” Klaus said as he came in from the kitchen, drying his hands
before he picked Judith up.
“Yeah – how did the
meeting with Breitz go?”
“We have agreed he may
do some filming next week, but only of the interior of Furstenheim and the
townhouse. He is staying well away from
the wedding preparations.”
“Good – the last thing
we need is any disruption to that,” Juliette said with a smile.
“Ingrid has called –
she will be arriving on Thursday night, so that we can fly out together on
Saturday.”
“Excellent – right now,
I would settle for some coffee and an early lunch.”
“Drink please, Grappy,”
Judith said with a smile.
“Come with me, little
one, and I’ll get you one while I fetch some for your momma and Grammy,” Klaus
said as he took her hand, while Juliette looked at her phone.
“I’ll need to go into
the office for a while this afternoon...”
“Problem?”
“No – Mary just wants
to run something by me. Coffee and food
first.”
1 pm
The Brewster Brownstone
E 74th Street
“Well, we’re back,”
Barbara said as the door opened, Jeannie wheeling herself in as Cathy, Liz and
Alicia followed her in.
“Welcome to my place,”
she said with a smile as her Aunt Denise and John carried the bags in, “we can
leave the bags here until we get the spare bedrooms sorted out.”
“I’m glad you could
come back for a couple of days as well, Denise,” John whispered, “It gives you
and Barbara the chance to talk again.”
“Well, I’m glad she
asked me – how about I get us all some lunch?”
“I’ll need to get a few
things in – but there’s a deli a block away if you fancy a walk?”
“You two do that, I’ll
get these four a drink,” John said. “Did
you hear back from Ama?”
“Yeah – Jo’s going to
come round with her and Nikki later.”
“Right – some cokes
from the ice box I think...”
1 pm
Washington Square
Luke looked up as he
heard the apartment door open and close again, and then the thump of bags on
the floor.
"Luke my love I'm
home." Jack called out as he hung his coat up.
"Hello," Luke
came out and kissed his boyfriend. "I missed you."
"I missed you too,”
Jack said, “but I conquered something important by going to Florida."
"I guessed you
might." Luke said as they went into the kitchen, and passed Jack a coffee,
"so how did the work go?"
"Pretty damn good
if I do say myself...and yours?"
"Well they might
not be up to the standard of Edward Curtis,” Luke said with a smile, ”but the
editors are seemingly very happy."
"You know,” Jack
said as he put his mug down, “it was a book of Curtis's photographs in our
local library that was one of the key things in turning me onto taking pictures?"
"Well they are
wonderful, and I can understand why they impressed you."
"So,” Jack said, “when
do I get see what you took?"
"Well the computer
is on, but aren't you sure you'd rather...?"
"Mmmm that sounds
like you have a very good...but WICKED idea." Jack grinned as he started
to undo Luke's shirt.
“Well, we can show each
other what we want to, can’t we...”
1 pm
Inn on the Green
“I trust this will be
acceptable, Monsieur Marais?”
“Very much so, thank
you,” Henri said as he looked round. They
had called into Complete Style to collect Alexis, and then brought her out to
have lunch together.
"So what did the
press have to say about the teams efforts Henri?" Alexis asked as Henri
first held her chair for her to sit down, then Janine's.
"Not an awful lot,” Henri said as he sat down. “The privateers, even when the drivers are
all beautiful women, don't attract most of the ink."
"But what there
was was rather good." Janine smiled as the waiter poured her some ice
water.
"It was?"
Alexis said as she looked round, "and I have to say thank you Henri, this
is far better then where we usually eat Monday lunch."
"It's my pleasure
Alexis," Henri smiled, "and returning to the race, the true
professionals DID notice the girls and proclaimed it to be a very promising
debut in international racing."
"That French
writer you know was particularly complimentary wasn't he?"
"He was Janine my
love.” He paused as the waiter took
their orders, before continuing “but your American writers also picked up on how
much promise the girls showed."
"So will you be
invited to some more big races?" Alexis asked.
"Well we might do
a couple, but as with last year, the North-Eastern regional series is our major
goal."
“I also want to say
thank you, Janine, for bringing some of the samples back for me. I do like that scarf.”
“You’re welcome,”
Janine said, “and I did get a very nice looking trouser suit as well. Henri certainly looked dashing in his
suit. So, what did I miss?”
“Well, we have
everything ready for Friday – Juliette has no idea what is going to happen.”
“Oh? You are giving her a little party?”
“Well – kinda sorta,”
Janine said with a smile.
2 pm
Xavier International
“Welcome back Susan,
Madame,” Pamela said as she saw her boss and Shirley walk into the office, “I
take it the weekend was a success?”
“Very much so – did the
additional samples come back?”
“The packages arrived
this morning – what would you like me to do with them?”
“Distribute them
amongst the staff at your discretion,” Susan said as she hung her coat up, “has
Caroline arrived?”
“She’s waiting for you
in the conference room – shall I arrange some coffee?”
“Please,” Shirley said
as they made their way down the corridor, Dominique smiling as they entered the
large meeting room.
“Welcome back,” Susan
said as she hugged her old friend, Shirley doing the same.
“Where’s Penny?”
“She’s staying an extra
day,” Shirley said, “Helen, Cathy, Kylie and Marina came at the last minute, so
they’re having some quality time today before Helen and Cathy fly back to Hong
Kong.”
“Kylie and Marina?”
“Came back with us –
Marina had a call from Anna Mitchell asking her to call in tomorrow, so they’re
flying back from New York. Did you enjoy
your trip?”
“Madrid was amazing,
and Ama was in her own personal nirvana – and I’m sure you’ve heard all about
Ireland?”
“All the official
things anyway as far as modelling goes,” Susan said, “how about the other
side?”
“Tom and Paula are very
happy with my suggestions – they’ll sign off on the plans and I’ll get the
contractors in. There were other things,
but they can wait. What news from
Florida?”
“The team did
exceptionally well, and we have some very promising business contacts for you
to consider,” Susan said, “we’ll let you have the salient details in due
course.”
“Excellent,” Dominique
said as Pamela brought the coffee in.
“Any correspondence
requiring immediate attention, Pamela?”
“We received this just
before you arrived,” Pamela said as she handed Susan a document.
“Round three?”
“Indeed – another 10%
increase from AMININCO,” Susan said as she glanced at the top. “I’ll arrange a meeting for tomorrow.”
“Good – now, before
we...”
The telephone ringing
made Shirley stop as Susan answered it.
“Yes?”
“Sorry to interrupt
Susan – I have Anderson Lowe on the line.
Shall I transfer him to you?”
“Please do,” Susan said
as she waited a moment, and put the phone on speaker. “Anderson – this is an unexpected pleasure.”
“Forgive me if I am
interrupting a meeting,” the male voice said.
“Not at all – I have
Shirley here with me, as well as Caroline Jameson.”
“Good – then this is an
opportune moment. I wanted again to
thank you for allowing me to come on Saturday, and making it such an enjoyable
experience.”
“It was my pleasure
Anderson,” Shirley said with a smile.
“At any rate, I would
like to arrange to meet with you to discuss the possibility of us working
together.”
Susan smiled as she
said “it would be our pleasure. If I
transfer you back to my assistant, she will find the most suitable time for all
four of us to meet.”
“Excellent – and thank
you again,” Anderson said before Susan transferred the call back.
“Now that is good
news,” Shirley said with a smile. “As I
was saying, however, Juliette has asked if I will consider bringing someone
under our protection.”
“Oh,” Dominique said,
“who?”
“You are aware of the
recent spate of aggravated burglaries?”
“I have noticed them –
why?”
“Because we know who is
doing them...”
3 pm
The Brewster Brownstone
“There you are,”
Jeannie said with a smile as she opened the door, “come away in, some of the
others are here as well.”
“I hear we missed an
amazing party,” Ama said as she and Nikki hugged the young woman. “Is that the van outside?”
“That it is,” Jeannie
said as she looked out at the blue vehicle.
“Hey Greyhound – recovered from walkies yet?”
“Want me to suggest you
ride a husky drawn sleigh some time?”
“Bring it on, Jo Smith,
being it on!”
“Hey – fancy a coffee
Jo,” Marina said as she looked out from the kitchen, “it’s fresh brewed.”
“Go on – I’ll see you
later,” Jo said as Nikki went into the front room with Jeannie.
“Hello Nikki darling,”
Kylie drawled as she looked over, “how was Ireland and Spain?”
“Both amazing – when do
you head back?”
“Tomorrow night –
Marina and I have a few things to do here.”
“Hey,” Becca said as
she hugged Ama and Nikki, “We were just talking about the party – want to see
the highlights?”
“I would, very much
so,” Ama said as she and Nikki sat down, looking through the pictures on
Becca’s phone.
“Hey – you two want a
cold drink,” Pepsi called through.
“Please,” Ama called
back as Doc came in.
“Well, there you are –
what kept you?”
“A long flight,” Nikki
said as she looked up. “I heard you and
others were kept busy?”
“Pays the bills,” Doc
said. “Listen – Nikki, while we were
there, Cassandra Stone was as well. She
told us the film is getting its premiere in New York later in June – but
there’s one problem.”
“And that is?”
“It looks as if it
might get an NC-17 rating. She’s
fighting to get it reduced to an R, but if it sticks at that...”
“We’re too young?”
Nikki looked at the
others nodding before she threw her hands up
"Oh it's just
ridiculous," Nikki shook her head, "I can't see it?"
"I know, that's
what we said." Pepsi said as she brought in a tray of soft drinks.
"I'm old enough to
be in the movie...but not old enough to watch myself on screen?"
"That was what
Cassandra told us." Doc took a can.
"So we all go to
the premiere in our finest, then sit outside while its being screened? That is
BULLSHIT!"
"Hey don't get
angry with us Nik...we agree with you." Becca took a sip.
"I have to say
it's not right." Ama shook her head.
"Is it worth even
me designing gowns for us all for the premiere?" Kylie asked.
“Hold that thought,
Kyles – there is still a chance. Cassie
said she’d call you and your parents later in the week, Nikki.”
“Right, right – just
tell us about the party Jeans...”
6 pm
W 84th Street
“I’ll be back in a
little while Dad – I just need to take care of something,” Sharon Kennedy said
as she left the AMC, and headed away from Broadway. They had arrived back at lunchtime, but she
had asked for a few hours to herself to catch a movie.
That was only half the
story of course – as she walked briskly down the road, passing John Kock
antiques, nobody was paying any attention to the girl in the green jerkin,
v-necked sweater and jeans. Crossing
Amsterdam Avenue, she stopped and looked again at the four floor brownstone.
Walking quickly down
the alley, she looked at the rear, and the fire escape arrangement. Her eyes were focused n the third floor –
what she would need to climb, how she could get in.
She had already spent
hours thinking over what she would do when she got in, and she needed to
release the feelings inside her. Who
better than that smarmy little bitch helping McIlroy? She was keeping her dad busy – she deserved
to make some sort of restitution.
And she was just the
person to get it...
“Tonight,” she said to
herself, “I’m going to have some fun...”
6 pm
The Carlton Home
“Anna? That you?”
“Yeah Mom,” Doc said as
she came in, “I’m not late for dinner am I?”
“Nope – but there’s a
letter there for you. It was delivered
while you were out.”
“Oh?” Doc hung her coat up and went into the front
room, stopping to kiss her dad before she picked the letter up from the table.
“What’s for supper
Mom?”
“Meatballs and
spaghetti,” Emma called through as Doc opened the envelope and drew out a sheet
of paper.
"Oh it's from a
lady exec at Lerrabella?" Anna looked at the note, "I chatted with
her in Florida about myself and recommended Torware to her."
"So what does she
say?" Mrs Carlton looked up from cooking supper.
"That she's going
to speak with Missy about me..."
"And for
why?" her father looked up from the TV.
"Nothing
bad?"
"No Mom...not at
all...” Doc read down the note, and said
“it seems she is responsible for the Magnilash brand of mascara, and she's
interested in me doing some ads for it..."
"But isn't that Jeannie’s?"
"No Dad, she does
all the up-market Lerrabella brand name products, this is another brand the
company owns."
"I wasn't even
aware they were part of Lerrabella love."
"Well they are
Mom, and she's thinking of using me." Doc looked proud.
"She wants to look
at two or three girls," her father said as he looked at the note,
"don't get your hopes too high yet Anna."
"Anna, that's
Missy on the phone I bet."
"I bet so as well
Mom," Anna reached for the telephone..."Hi Missy..."
“On the other hand...”
“Just go with the
flow,” Emma said with a smile, “dinner in five minutes.”
7 pm
The Village
“So you saw a few good
horses, George,” Caroline said as she handed him a drink.
“One or two
possibilities – now who is that?”
“Not a problem,” she said
as she headed down, returning a few minutes later with a very young looking
young woman.
“Does anyone object if
I act my age for a little while,” Bev said as she removed her coat. “I would kill for a drink.”
“I’ll let you off for a
while,” Caroline said with a smile as she sat down. “So, a success George?”
“In some ways – but we
need to being the boss up to speed on what happened,” George said as Caroline
handed them each a can.
“Okay,” she said as she
sat down, “so someone is watching Katy?”
“Yeah – we lifted an
ID, but it turned out to be false,” Bev said.
“Susan asked the office to run it through the system – any joy?”
“Not on any of our
systems, but we have his face, his height, his build. We’ll pass it round the contacts and see if
they see anything.” Sipping from the
bottle, she said “have you told Jan yet?”
“No – I was going to do
that tomorrow.”
“Show her when you get
back tonight – she may recognise him,” George said, Caroline nodding in
agreement.
“Okay then – so what
happens when they fly to Ireland and Germany?”
“Ireland they should be
all right – Mandy and Will are with them.
And when we get to Munich, trust me – she won’t be alone at any point.”
“Well, they fly out on
Sunday, so we can try and stop him before then,” Bev said with a smile.
“If we can find out who
he is...” Caroline sat back, and said “I
know you can’t go out there George.”
“Not a problem – it
means I can be in Gulfstream Park for the race there, and report back to the
others.”
Of course – it’s on the
2nd as well, isn’t it? Well.
Better you be there then.”
11 pm
W 84th Street
Deborah Winters sighed
as she turned the television off, standing and stretching. She had had a wonderful weekend, and it had
been a good afternoon in the office.
The takeover bid for
Xavier Insurance was proving fascinating.
It was clear to her, if not to David, that this was one battle they had
little to no chance of winning – meeting Shirley Xavier, she had seen the
example that Susan Walker had learned from.
A formidable woman, who knew her business and knew how to combat this
bid they were mounting.
To her, however, it was
important as a learning experience. They
were presenting a united front, the directors – and having met most of them
now, she could understand why. The major
shareholders – Shirley Xavier, Susan Walker, Madeline Moore, Penelope Harker
and Caroline Jameson – were all strong and successful in their own way.
And now she had met
Catherine Lo and Juliette Huntingdown, she knew if there was a weak link, it
was Charlotte Gordon – but the one time they had spoken on the phone, she knew
she had a core of steel as well.
Still, the weekend had
not been about business, but networking – and that she had done very well
indeed. Now, however, it was time to
consider bed, and then back to work in the morning.
She walked into the
bathroom, and stripped out of the sweat pants and top she had been wearing,
removing her underwear before she turned the shower on. As the water washed over her, she didn’t hear
the soft noise from her bedroom, or the soft footfall...
It was a few minutes
later before Deborah turned off the shower and came out, wrapping a white towel
around herself and a second one in a turban over her hair. Stepping into a pair of slippers, she walked
out of the bathroom and back towards the kitchen.
Pouring herself some
water, she took a drink and then walked towards her bedroom – stopping inside
the doorway as a female voice said “well, don’t you look pretty? Now, be a good girl, and don’t say a word.”
Deborah stared at the
woman standing in her bedroom. She stood
just over six foot tall – but the four inch stiletto heels on the black patent
leather knee length boots were adding to that.
The boots covered the lower legs of a black latex catsuit, which was
fashioned up to the neck of the woman.
Elbow length black gloves covered her hands and lower arms, and a black
silk scarf was tied over her lower face, covering her nose and mouth. Long black hair fell over the shoulders of
her outfit, and she was pointing a very real small gun at Deborah.
“What the hell...”
“Hush,” the intruder
said as Deborah noticed the black holdall on her bed, “do as I say, and you may
just enjoy it. I want those things you
value most – and I will have them. For
now, however, I will settle for you turning slowly round, and putting your
hands behind your back.”
“Why?”
She could have sworn
the intruder smiled as she said “so that I can tie you up,” taking a length of
black rope from her bag as she did so.
Deborah calmed herself,
as she turned round and put the glass on her set of drawers. She knew better than to argue, as she felt
the woman put her hands together behind her back - then gasped as instead of
her wrists, she felt her elbows been secured together.
She then felt a second
length of rope around her wrists, the cords rubbing on her bare skin as it went
around and between her limbs, holding them tightly together. She then tried not to fight as a longer
length of rope was pulled around her body, forcing her arms against her back as
it was wound above and below her chest.
She hoped and prayed
her towel would old as her chest was forced up and out, and then even more as
the ropes went under one arm around the back of her neck and then under the
other side, before the intruder pulled everything tight and tied the ropes off.
“There,” the woman
purred, “that looks so much better.”
“Listen,” Deborah said
quietly, “my jewels are in the safe – I’ll give you the number – and I have
money and cards in my purse. Take them,
and leave me – I’m not going to fight you.”
“Oh I know you’re not,”
the intruder said as she pushed Deborah onto the bed, the turban falling from
her hair, “so, the combination – please?”
Deborah recited a
series of numbers, the intruder watching before she said “Nice – open wide.”
“WhyAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
Deborah was taken by
surprise as a gloved hand squeezed her chest, opening her mouth and unable to
stop a sponge ball from being shoved into her mouth, and then a wide strip of
white micropore tape pressed firmly down over her lips. She then watched as the intruder secured her
ankles, as well as her legs below her knees, before walking to the wardrobe and
looking in.
“Nice safe – I really
hope the combination you gave is correct,” she purred. “Of course, if it isn’t, I’ll soon make you
tell me the correct one...”
Deborah squirmed, the
towel slowly slipping loose as she watched the burglar open her safe, and then
tip her valuables into a black velvet sack.
“Well, you told me the
truth – that was very nice of you,” she said as she walked over, Deborah seeing
a glint in her eye as she did so. “And
because you were so nice, I think I will give you a nice reward.”
“Whhtsrtfrewrd,”
Deborah mumbled as she felt the satin covered hands pulling the towel away
under the band of ropes – and then the hands as they started to caress and
grope her chest. She tried to rill out
of the way, but that seemed to make the intruder even more determined, as she
rolled Deborah onto her back and then sat across her legs, and squeezed her
chest as she lay there.
“Whtthhllrudnntmmm...”
“Rewarding you,” the
masked woman said quietly as Deborah felt her breasts firming, her nipples
hardening...
“Hfkkknthhshssntnnww...”
“Oh yes,” the woman
whispered as she began to gently squeeze Deborah’s nipples, her gloved fingers
rubbing on them as she closed her eyes and moaned.
Then opened them wide
and screamed as the bulldog clamps were fastened over them, biting into her
flesh as the intruder taped over them, before she tugged on the silver chain
linking them, making Deborah scream and groan at the same time.
“Did I forget to
mention,” the woman whispered into her ear, the silk brushing on her cheek, “I
like to make people hurt, especially stuck up rich bitches?”
“Whhyyyyy?”
“Because I can,” she
said as she got off the bed, and rolled Deborah onto her stomach. As she slowly turned her head, trying to
ignore the pain and burning, she saw her take out what looked like a collection
of leather straps secured to a handle.
“The sailors in the
Royal Navy in 17th century England called this a Cat O’Nine Tails,”
she said, “but the correct word is a flagella.
The Romans invented it, and they used to embed pieces of metal and glass
in the leather. When they talk of the
centurion whipping Christ, this is what they used.”
Deborah stared at the
woman, shaking her head as the intruder came closer. “I may try that one day, but for now – for
now...”
The first strike of the
leather on her back made Deborah scream into her gag, but it was only the
first, as blow after blow rained down on her legs, her back, her bottom. As they landed time and time again, she began
to feel helpless, and as she did so, another feeling spread within her – one
she had not expected.
She could hear the way
her intruder was responding as well – the pants as each blow fell, and how she
was also groaning and moaning.
For her part, Sharon
was getting more and more aroused as she saw the red welts criss-crossing her
captive’s back, legs and bottom. As the
blood flowed, her fires grew, until she threw her head back and groaned as an
orgasm swept over her.
“Now that was fun,” she
said as she rolled Deborah over, seeing her eyes widen as her red raw flesh hit
her sheets. She drove her gloved fingers
between her legs, forcing them into her as Deborah closed her eyes and groaned.
“Oh my god – you’re a
virgin?”
Deborah opened her eyes
and nodded, then screamed again as she felt the handle of her brush pushed into
her.
“Not any more you’re
not,” she whispered as the handle went in and out, until Deborah shook and then
collapsed on the bed. She barely felt
the rope as it was pulled between her legs, or the chain that was linked from
the one between her breasts to the crotch rope, then her ankles as her legs
were bent back and secured to her crotch rope on the other side.
“Enjoy your evening,”
she said as she picked up her bag and left Deborah, shaking and crying as the
blood flowed onto the white sheets...
Tuesday 22nd March
8.30 am
Xavier International
“Ah – Good morning,
Susan,” Shirley said as she looked up from her desk, “are those the morning
reports?”
“They are, Madame,”
Susan said, “but I need to direct your immediate attention to the first item.”
“Oh – why?”
"Deborah Winters
was attacked in her home last night Madame." Susan said straight out.
"She was... Was it by anyone we know?"
"I'm guessing it
was young Sharon Kennedy... There was
more than just a touch of sadism in it."
"Well it seems
young Sharon is progressing," Shirley thought, "but it is obvious we
have to do something to bring her under control."
"At least with
Annie at the time, she was doing simple burglary,” Susan said as she sat down,
“but Sharon is getting her sexual kicks from doing this."
"So I can
see," Shirley quickly read the police reports.
"At the party, she
overheard Jan saying she climbs and asked if she could join her later this year.
Let me suggest that Caroline and Janice invite her to their gym this
evening."
"That might be for the best..."
Shirley stopped as she read the way Deborah was found by the police.
"I see you got to
the 'good' bits," Susan smiled that even Madame could be a little shocked.
"Get Caroline in
as soon as you can please Susan, we DEFINITELY need to do something."
"She'll be doing
the school run, but I'll hustle her up here as soon as she gets to the
office."
“Excellent – now, what
else do I need to look at in the meantime?”
9 am
St Angela’s
"Uggh back to
school." Jeannie sighed as she collected her books, "and all while
Kylie gets to show my Harlow friends a bit of New York."
"Well remember we
are joining them later." Becca started to push Jeannie to class.
"That is true. But still – back to school..."
“We have a wedding in
ten days time – and it’s not that long then to the end of year,” Doc said.
"So back on NYC time Niks?" Pepsi asked, "or still on Emerald
Isle?"
"Getting better,”
Nikki said as she yawned, “but I still always seem to get some jet lag."
As they walked along,
they passed Sarah Nightingale in the hallway.
"Ama - remember we
have practice after school and you can show the squad what you learned in
Madrid."
"Yes Miss
Nightingale," Ama said with a smile.
"It's so confusing
remembering to call them Miss this, or Mrs that, when we know them socially
outside school." Doc shook her head.
"So do you have
that mascara go-see after school?" Jeannie asked.
"I do, and I'm
kind of excited, Missy thinks I should get it."
“Well, good luck with it,”
Jeannie said as they entered the History room.
9.30 am
Xavier International
“Ah, thank you for
coming straight in,” Shirley said as Caroline walked into her office. “Some coffee please.”
“Susan said it was
urgent,” the blonde said as she sat down, adjusting the lie of her skirt.
"It is. Did Susan fill you in Dominique?"
"She did
Madame," Caroline smiled at the use of her alias. “It would appear we need to bring young Miss
Kennedy under our wing, before she does something that cannot be covered up.”
"Have you had time to formulate a plan?"
"I have a few
ideas."
"We thought you
and Janice might take her to your gym?"
"I agree, I'll
phone both Jan and Miss Kennedy when we finish."
“And after that?”
“Well, however we do
this, it has to be done in a way that does not raise the suspicions of her
father. Perhaps an internship before she
goes to college?”
“Meet with her first – we
can take it from there.”
“Well, I have some
calls to make,” Caroline said as she stood up.
“We’ll talk later,”
Shirley said as she watched Caroline leave her office. Taking out her cell phone, she dialled Jan’s
number.
“Hey Jan? Can you meet me and Susan for lunch...”
1 pm
Duet Restaurant, 37 Barrow Street
“So she’ll meet us at
eight for a training session,” Jan said as she sat with Susan and
Caroline. She was wearing a Versace
style black trouser suit and white blouse, while Susan was wearing a white
jumper and skirt, and Caroline a blue jersey dress with black heels.
“That’s right – she
seemed quite excited at the idea,” Caroline said.
"Should we ask
Abby along as well?" Janice looked at her lunch as it was served.
"I was thinking we
should, she knows Sharon better then we do." Caroline smiled at the
waiter.
"Well they are
both doing the debutante thing." Susan spoke.
"Exactly,"
Caroline said as she tried her food, "Oh this is wonderful."
"I'll ring Abby
later then." Jan nodded, "and you are so right about this food
here."
"I read a review
in the Times and I thought we should try it."
"You mean Clint
saw the review and told you about it Susan." Jan smiled.
"I'm not admitting
that..." Susan too smiled, "but returning to Sharon..."
"Do we maybe need
to ask Penny for help as well? She did marvels with my boss’ wife." Jan
sipped her wine.
“Worth a thought – but
first we need to establish what she may or may not be prepared to say.
“One way or another...”
1 pm
St Angela’s – The Refectory
"Well I signed the
contract with Norstar last night." Poppy said as she collected a salad
from the server.
"Our class’ first
'professional' model." Dawn smiled as she made her way down the line.
"Mom and Missy
seem to have spent most of yesterday on the phone hammering out details, but in
the end they reached an agreement."
"Good for
you," Jess smiled.
"Now next thing,”
Lynn said, “will be you signing papers to play soccer professionally
Jess."
“Agreed.”
"Oh I'm a way from
doing that Erica,” Jess said, “but Ama was telling me that they guy from Real
was saying nice things about me, and damming Atletico for getting me
first."
"It must mean you
are really good though."
"Well people say I
am," Jess smiled modestly as they fought through the crowds to find a
table.
In the Faculty Room,
conversation was centered around another issue.
"I heard that
young Nicola is unhappy Grace." Wilhelmina spoke quietly to the Dean.
"Yes, she doesn't
like the fact she can't go see herself in the Pussycat Gang movie."
"It sounds like
it's a very violent film." Ingrid Muller spoke. "Young children, I'm
not sure should see such things."
"Yes, but it seems
silly that she can act in the film, but not watch herself."
"Well I tend to
agree with Ingrid," Wilhelmina sipped her coffee, "but I see your
point Grace."
"They used to call
it the Linda Blair/Exorcist conundrum," Kate joined the conversation.
"I remember the
fuss," Wilhelmina nodded, "it was several years before she could
legally see her own performance. Same
with Jodie Foster in Taxi Driver.”
“Well, we shall see
what happens,” Grace said as she looked round.
1 pm
Bishop Walden School
"So how was the
sailing?" Sands asked.
"Fun...we won the
dinghy prize at their little regatta." Liz replied as they sat on the wall.
"Hey good for you
guys," Katy high-fived her friend, "And did you...?"
"Yes, out in the
boat under the moonlight..."
"Sounds so romantic..."
Lisa sighed.
"And what about
you and George?"
"Oh a couple of
times..."
"Including in the
loo of the plane coming home." Sandy shook her head.
"Our first
mile-high club member." Shawnee took the turn to high-five Katy.
"Well I had a
totally boring week at my Grans," Cassie looked disgruntled.
"Poor you,"
Liz put her arm round her friend.
“So you’re heading to
Ireland at the end of the week,” Lisa said.
“Yeah – then to the
wedding. I’m sure you guys can cope
without me...”
2.30 pm
West Central Park
"Oh it is so good
to be home." Katherine said as she came in with fresh coffee. "And
thank you so much for all the help unloading the RV girls."
"Our
pleasure." Tonia lay back in an armchair and took a mug.
"How long till you
need go do the school run lover?" Sandy asked Heather.
"Oh I have a few
minutes," Heather yawned then looked at her watch.
"I think its early
nights all round." Katherine said as she sat down on the sofa.
"It's a GREAT
idea." Heather smiled, "but till I can get to bed, I think I need
your coffee intravenously Katherine. It is WONDERFUL!"
"Oh get away with
you."
"It's true
Katherine, an army may march on its stomach, but RCM Racing works because of
the care you take of all of us."
"Thank you
Tonia."
“Where are Jan and Katy
anyway?”
“Work and school – Jan
called to say Katy was going round to practice at Diana’s later, and Adam would
bring her home.”
“Well, I guess that
leaves Annie and Jeanne to get back.”
“Which should be
happening any moment now...”
2.45 pm
Grand Central Station
"You know I never
thought I'd say this, but boy am I looking forward to flying again." Annie
sighed as Carina pulled the Maserati away from Grand Central and headed uptown.
"I remember some
trips in Europe when I was a kid,” Carina said with a smile, “so yeah - I know
just where you are coming from my love."
"At least though I
managed to get some reading done, and do things like practice my breathing
exercises."
"Well that at
least helped pass some of the time."
"So any
news?"
"Not a lot. Pops
agreed ground rules with Breitz, and little Madame and I had a fight about her bedtime
last night..."
"She was probably
still excited after Florida?"
"I guess so, and
other then that though I think we are all quickly slipping back into our
routines." Cari pressed her horn as a cab cut in front of her.
"Oh now I know I'm
home...City traffic." Annie laughed.
"Bastard cabbies,
they think they own the streets."
"So what are we
eating?"
"Pops was cooking,
so I'm guessing something German."
"Sounds
good."
Annie smiled. It really was good to be back...
5.30 pm
The de Ros Mansion
Katy held the pistol in
her hand, and fired off the last shot, before raising her pistol and waiting.
"Take your time
Katy," Diana spoke as the young girl removed her ear mufflers, "just
remember this is not a rapid fire contest, you have good time to compose
yourself between taking your shots."
"I know,” Katy
said with a smile, “but I get excited, or agitated..."
"I understand,”
Diana said as she pressed a button, and started to bring the target over, “but
that’s where your Yoga should help you keep calm - control your breathing and
pulse rate."
"Gotcha,"
Katy looked at the target as Diana showed it to her.
"See how wayward
those second two were when you didn't relax properly?"
"Yes."
"Remember Katy it
only takes one or two bad shots to mean the difference between winning and
losing in this sport."
"I'm starting to
learn that."
"She's right on
that you know", a voice spoke from the doorway.
"Hello Adam, come
to collect my student?" Diana asked as she kissed the FBI man.
"I have..."
"But before we go,
I know he's dying to try this range out Aunt Diana." Katy giggled.
“Nice place,” Adam said
as he looked down, “may I?”
“Of course,” Diana said
as she attached a fresh target, and sent it to the far end. Adam looked down, then drew his pistol and
fired six rounds down the range.
“Impressive,” Diana
said as Katy let out a low whistle. “Shall
we see?”
She brought the target
towards the three of them, and then looked.
“Good grouping – at any rate, I think we have done enough for tonight
Katy.”
“Okay, Aunt Diana,”
Katy said with a smile as Diana locked the air pistol in the cabinet, and then
locked the door as they all left.
6 pm
The New Calabria
Bobby smiled as he sat
at the bar.
“Anyway, I gets into
the 20th and I get this case.
I didn’t even get time to put my stuff away before we got the call.”
“What was it,” Tommy
said as he poured a beer and handed it over.
“Aggravated burglary –
this bitch that has pulled a few jobs around the island these last few weeks. Surprises her as she gets outta de shower,
trusses her up, gags her, empties her safe.”
“Dat all?”
"Nope. The perp whipped her, and then sexually
assaulted her with a hair brush Uncle Tom."
"Ouch,” Tommy said
as he grimaced, “that don't sound good."
"It aint...but
dese chicken wings is."
"Thank yer
aunt..."
"Hey Aunt Annie.
Dese is real good."
“Thanks, Bobby,” Annie
called from the back of the bar.
"Just glad yer
like 'em.” Tommy served another
customer, and then stood by his nephew.
“Yer know, since you changed precincts and started eatin' here, youse
givin' us a bad name. Lotsa regulars are unhappy."
"Just tell 'em
when I'm in here its fer der food...yer place is neutral ground Uncle
Tommy." The Lieutenant sipped his beer, "though yer really must get a
better beer on tap if youse wanna keep my business."
“CHEEK!”
“Aw come on Uncle
Tommy, ye know ah don’t mean it.”
“Aye, well – Just
remember we’re yah elders and betters.”
8 pm
Vanderbilt YMCA
As Sharon came into the
climbing room, she pulled on her fingerless gloves and looked up the four
sides.
“Impressive, isn’t it?”
Turning, she smiled as
she saw Jan walk in, wearing a top and shorts.
“Sharon, I’m glad you could make it.
Can I introduce you to Caroline Jameson?
She is one of my climbing partners.”
“We spoke on the phone
earlier today,” Caroline said as they shook hands, and Sharon looked at
her. Tall, blonde – but she moved with
grace and ease, and there was a hint of steel in her eyes as they looked at
each other.
“So,” Sharon said,
“which of these walls do you normally use?”
“Well, this one,”
Caroline said as she pointed to the most difficult wall, “How much experience
have you had?”
“Not that much,” Sharon
said with a smile as she put on her gloves, “the medium is more my usual
style.”
“Well, tell you what,”
Jan said, “we all do that wall first, and then if you feel up for a challenge,
we tackle our wall. Sound fair?”
“Fair enough,” Sharon
said as they fitted their harnesses on.
“Hey – I didn’t know
you were into climbing Sharon?”
“Abby? I didn’t know you came here,” Sharon said as
she looked to the door.
“I come swimming here –
I bumped into Susan in the cardiovascular room.
You met Sharon over the weekend, didn’t you Susan?”
“Indeed I did,” Susan
said as she looked over. Both were
wearing tracksuits and trainers, looking round as the instructor came in.
“Will all three of you
be climbing together, Caroline?”
“Yup – Abby, Susan, do
you mind holding the ropes for two of us?”
“Not a problem,” Abby
said as they each took hold of a guide rope, the three climbers waiting at the
bottom of the wall.
“On three – one, two,
THREE!”
“Just hold their ropes
loosely,” the instructor said to Abby and Susan as they watched Caroline and
Jan start to climb. “They should have no
problem with this – I’ll concentrate on their friend as she goes up.”
“She seems to be doing
very well,” Susan said as they both watched.
“Yeah – rather her than
me. I don’t particularly like heights.”
Susan smiled as the
three women made their way up, Sharon easily keeping pace with the other two as
they reached the top.
“Okay – impressive,”
Caroline said as she stood up, “you certainly know your way up a wall.”
“Well, like I told
Jan,” Sharon said as she looked over, “I’ve been practising.”
“So,” Jan said, “fancy
a go at the serious stuff? You can watch
me and Caroline head off, and then follow our lead. The instructor will keep an eye on you.”
“Yeah – yeah, why not,”
Sharon said with a smile.
As they made their way
down, they joined Susan and Abby on the floor.
“Oh by the way Caroline,”
Susan said, “are you free to head round to see Deborah Winters tomorrow?”
“I called and made the
appointment tomorrow – she’s still in hospital, but we can talk there.”
Both saw Sharon smile a
little before she said “is that the Deborah Winters who works for David
McIlroy? Has something happened to her?”
“You haven’t seen the
papers? She was attacked in her
apartment last night – a female robber bound and gagged her, and then assaulted
her.”
“Oh my goodness,”
Sharon said quietly, “was she badly hurt?”
“Badly enough,”
Caroline said, “but the same person broke into the houses of a couple of our
clients. We just need to see if there is
a common thread – help the police where we can.”
“So you provided
security for some of the people?”
“It’s part of our total
insurance policy,” Susan said, “we provide the cover at reduced rates for those
who employ the services of Jameson Security.”
“Actually, maybe we
shouldn’t talk shop,” Jan said, “after all, it may be a little close to home
for Sharon.”
“Oh – why,” Abby asked
innocently.
“Part of the reason we
left Philly was to get over what happened when the so-called Pussycat Gang
attacked our home,” Sharon said as she put some resin on her hands. “But it’s all right – I put that behind me a
long time ago.”
“I’ll bet you did,”
Abby thought to herself, remembering the scene in the main room of their
apartment.
“Okay – I’ll go first,
then you Sharon, and Jan brings up the rear.
Ready?”
“Ready and willing,” Sharon
said, watching as Caroline started to make her way up the wall.
“So you think she is
this new burglar,” Abby whispered to Susan as they watched Sharon start to
follow Caroline, using the same footholds and handholds.
“Watch her – she’s a
lot more accomplished than she claims to be,” Susan said, Abby watching as Jan
followed her up.
“So if she is this
person, I presume Doc wants words of import?”
“She may have to wait –
did you hear what happened to Deborah Winters?”
“I read about it – we
need to show her a safer outlet, yes?”
“Somehow – the question
is, how to broach the subject...”
As Caroline reached the
top, she pulled herself over, and watched, holding a hand out as Sharon reached
up and grabbed her.
“I’m impressed,” she
said as she pulled the young woman up, “I think you coming to the Pyrenees is a
good idea.”
“Well, only if you’ll
have me,” Sharon said as Jan joined them.
“I guess the drinks are
on me – let’s go and join the others in the cafe...”
“So what are you
thinking of studying, Sharon,” Abby said as they sat around the table.
“Well, don’t tell Dad,”
she said as she sipped her smoothie, “but I’m interested in Business
Management. That’s why Simmons appealed
to me – I like the look of their program.”
“Really,” Susan said,
“I’m doing the MBA at the moment, so I know how tough that is. Listen – if you’re interested, we could find
some work for you at the office – an internship if you like, get a taste of how
our business works.”
“Won’t the fact my dad
is working for you be an issue.”
“Not if it’s Jameson
Security that offer you the internship, and as part of that you spend time at
my offices there,” Caroline said. “Do
you think that might work?”
“Well – it does sound
tempting,” Sharon said with a smile, “but I need to clear it with Dad first,
make sure it doesn’t get him in trouble.”
“Not a problem – but I
hope it is allowed,” Caroline said, “I think we have a great deal to teach
you...”
“Oh lord is that the
time,” Sharon said as she looked at her watch, “I have to get going. When can we do this again?”
“I’ll call you,” Jan
said as Sharon slipped her coat on and went out.
“Let’s go,” Caroline
said, “Cari’s waiting for us at Ju’s place.”
“Carina? All right, what are you girls not telling
me?”
“Tell you there – drink
up.”
As she hailed a cab
outside, Sharon sat inside and gave the driver her address.
"Well,"
Sharon thought to herself as she relaxed, "life could take some funny
turns. Did they realise the potential targets she might be able to 'innocently'
observe whilst working for Jameson's?"
“Good night?”
“Oh very much so,” she
said with a sigh as she looked out of the cab window, and started thinking.
"Oh this was going to be GOOD! A summer internship her father would
probably totally approve of, and a further chance to improve upon, and learn
fresh, criminal skills.”
10 pm
The Huntingdown Apartment
“You’re kidding
me? Sharon Kennedy is like you – a
Daughter? How many of you are there
Cari?”
“Topic for another
day,” Carina said as she carried through mugs of coffee, while the others sat
round.
“Nope – topic for
now. We saw her last year in Philly, but
how did that lead to what’s happening now?”
As Caroline and Susan
looked at Cari, she said quietly “Remember the sex murders last May? Well, Aunt Natalya and i found out the person
responsible was a descendant of her as well – and she wasn’t the only one. Sharon is too. She didn’t do those murders – but she may be
on the path now.”
"So Carina,”
Caroline said, “will she kill?"
"Undoubtedly,"
Carina sat down and gave her friends their coffees.
"Are you
sure?"
"Abs you know
better," Carina took her sip, "it's literally in her blood."
"So when?"
Caroline asked.
"Who knows? When
the mood takes her I guess."
"You can't be more
precise Cari?"
"Sorry Jan, but
you know from the FBI the behaviour of psychopaths can't be mapped out and
predicted."
"So all you can
say,” Susan said, “is that it’s inevitable?"
"Might have
already happened, and we just don't know it Susan, but I can tell you she has a
lot of rage still against her step-mother."
"How so?"
"The rape of that
woman... As a rule we 'Daughters' chose
men as our targets for satisfying the demon within us. Sharon is getting her
jollies violating other women, women who in some way remind her of the bitch."
"So is that good
or bad Cari?"
"I'm not sure
Caroline, yes I've killed women, and I enjoyed hurting that fucking Chinese
dominatrix bitch, but the beast within me doesn't get the kick from it that she
does from doing men."
“Okay,” Abby said, “so
what are we going to do about it?”
“Juliette passed this
one over to us,” Caroline said, “which means she thinks we’re equipped to bring
her under control. We’re going to let
her come in for a day at least, and leave some evidence of a very lucrative
target for her to see.”
“And who will be
there?”
“None of us,” Susan
said, “this needs a particular person’s skill set.”
Wednesday 23rd March
7 pm
West Central Park
“Maeve, that is
wonderful,” Katherine said as she sat with the telephone. “I’ll see you on Sunday in Athlone at the
hotel. We’re due to arrive there for
lunchtime, so some tea that afternoon would be good.”
Jan and Katy looked
over as Katherine smiled and said “We’ll see you then – and thanks again.” Ending the call, she put the pohne down and
looked at her family.
“So, support network in
place,” Jan said with a smile.
“Yeah – Maeve will join
me at the reunion. She said it gave her
a chance to catch up with a few people as well.
Believe me, I’m glad of that – I still can’t believe I agreed to go to
this reunion.”
“Well, it means you can
chaperone for me during the day, Gran,” Katy said with a smile, “and then we
can go on to Munich on the Wednesday and hook up with Mom and Uncle Adam
there.”
“Still,” Bev said as
she nursed her drink, “how long has it been since you have been back?”
“To Ireland or
Waterford?”
“I guess both.”
“Same answer anyway –
but not long enough to go to Waterford.
Athlone is some distance away, so neutral territory. Katy and i will arrive Sunday, and Orion and
her grandmother later that night from Belfast.
The others... They arrive for dinner on the Monday.”
“Then you party Tuesday
while I work until Wednesday lunchtime, and we fly to Munich,” Katy said. “Simple and neat.”
“Well, I hope so,” Jan
said with a smile, “we need a nice simple quiet few days.”
“Little chance of
that,” Katy said as she stretched and smiled.
“I’m going to go and finish my homework.”
As she left the room,
Jan looked at Bev. “No joy on our
mystery man?”
“I’m afraid not – Susan
ran it through the systems, but no matches, so she’s expanding the search. I believe she’s getting Lily and Penny to run
it through the records over there.”
“I don’t like this – I
don’t like this at all. I think you
should go to Ireland with them.”
“No can do I’m afraid,”
Bev said, “but someone else may be having a holiday over there at the same
time...”
7 pm
The Kennedy Apartment
“Sharon – you in the
kitchen?”
“Yeah Dad,” Sharon
called out as Alan took his suit jacket off and put it over the back of a chair,
“just finishing our supper. Andrew and
Dawn are doing their assignments.”
“Smells good,” Alan
said as he came in and sat at the breakfast bar. “Listen, I had a meeting with Caroline
Jameson today. She said she enjoyed
meeting you yesterday, and something about an internship over the summer?”
“Yeah,” Sharon said as
she checked the vegetables. “She
mentioned she thought I may enjoy spending some time working for her, but wasn’t
sure if I could given you and she are both involved in work for Xavier
International.”
“Well, I checked with
my boss,” Alan said, “and so long as you have nothing to do with any contracts
for Xavier International, there are no legal problems. So, if it keeps you out of trouble...”
“Thanks Dad,” Sharon
said, grinning as she hugged him, “you don’t know how much this means to me.”
”So just what are you
cooking?”
“Chicken a la king...”
4 pm GMT
The UK Farm
As Tracey looked up
from the monitors, she saw Lily and Natalya standing there.
“I know that look,” she
said with a sigh, “what’s up?”
“Now what makes you
think I want you to do something Trace?”
“Let’s see – Bev
disappears a couple of weeks ago to do something for Dom, who is coming with
everyone else to Munich over the next couple of weeks – and now you’re
here. Munich is where Juliette
Huntingdown is marrying Klaus von Furstenheim, and everyone who is everyone is
going – including the Carter family, where Bev is currently staying. Conclusion – one of them is going somewhere
Bev can’t.”
“She’s getting good,”
Natalya said with a smile.
“Katy and her
grandmother are heading to Athlone in Ireland for a shoot before Germany – Bev
can’t be there, so I think you need a few days vacation – Ireland, then a
weekend in Munich running backup.”
“When?”
“Saturday,” Lily said,
“we’ve made the flight and hotel reservations for you, and I’m sure you will
have a wonderful time.”
“In Ireland? Over the Easter weekend?” Tracy smiled and shook her head.
“Relax – we’ve got a
full packet for you to examine,” Natalya said, “and besides, I am told the
atmosphere and local hostelries are most amicable...”
Thursday 24th March
10 am
Complete Style
“Janine, Alexis, come
in a minute please,” Juliette said as she stood in the doorway.
As her two PAs came in,
Juliette closed the door and went back to her seat, looking at both of them as
she put her fingers under her chin.
“Yes boss,” Janine
finally said.
“Yes... You know, this has got to be one of the most
difficult things I have ever had to say...”
“Boss,” Alexis asked as
she looked at Janine.
“You know, this is the
last day we’ll be working together with me as Juliette Huntingdown,” Ju finally
said, “and I think we should mark the occassion somehow.”
“Sounds good to me,”
Janine said, “want to go grab some lunch, say about 12.30?”
“Good – now today’s
diary...”
Ten minutes later,
Janine and Alexis came out, smiling as Janine picked up her phone.
“Merlin? It’s on...”
12.30 pm
St Angela’s
“Where is she,” Jeannie
asked as she came over to the refectory table and put her tray down.
“Doc? Her cell phone went off before she came in.”
“Oh did it now,”
Jeannie said as she looked to the door with Doc on the other side, “how very
interesttink...”
“Okay,” Pepsi said,
“what’s going on mi amigo?”
“You’ll see in a few
minutes,” Ama said, “she’s coming in now.”
The group watched as
Doc collected her lunch, and then came over to the table, sitting down and
smiling to herself.
"Well?"
Jeannie asked as she and the posse surrounded Doc, "did you get it?"
Doc looked at her,
before saying "How the hell did you know that was Missy on the
phone?"
"A sixth
sense," Jeannie smiled.
"Well?" asked
Ama.
"Yes I got
it..."
"Way to go,"
Nikki high-fived her.
"Well done that
girl." Becca grinned.
"So what is it
going to be?" asked Pepsi.
"Magazine
ads...and if they go well, maybe some TV commercials."
"Not a bad gig at
all." Mrs Brand interrupted the conversation.
"Thank you
Miss." Doc smiled.
“However, this does not
mean you get off Spanish this afternoon – see you then.”
“A salutary reminder
that school is not over – yet...”
12.30 pm
The Village
“You asked me to pop
round, Miss Jameson,” Sharon said as she looked at Caroline in the doorway.
“Oh yes – come on up
Sharon,” Caroline said as she turned round, Sharon walking in front as she
closed the door. “Can I get you a
coffee?”
“Please – black will be
fine,” Sharon said as she looked round.
“Your father has agreed
to you doing an internship with me, I hear,” Caroline said as she went into the
kitchen.
“Yeah – so when can I
start,” Sharon said as she looked round the apartment. Nothing of value – she had already assessed
Caroline Jameson as a total professional.
“Next week,” Caroline
said as she came out, “if your passport is up to date.”
“It is – why?”
“I have an invite to a wedding
in Munich a week on Saturday,” Caroline said as she brought two mugs of coffee
out.
“The von Fursteheim –
Huntingdown wedding?”
“That’s right – but I
have to do some business both in a modelling and a security sense, so I think
you need to dive right in. I’ve booked
the ticket and got an invitation to the wedding for you, but you’re going to
need some new clothes.
“If you still want the
job?”
“Of course I do,
but...”
“Good – go to APCO on 5th
Avenue at four today, and ask for Betsey.
She’ll be expecting you.”
“Yes – boss,” Sharon
said with a smile, “I’ll do that.”
12.45 pm
Bishop Walden School
"Alright explain
again just what it is you are doing in Ireland?" Shawnee asked as they sat
on the wall.
"Basically - Pictures
of me and Orion in Fitzstuart woolens for AMCO."
"But isn't Jo Smith their model?"
Cassie said.
"She is Cassie,
but Alice MacKinnon wants to show Moms they'd be perfect for younger women as
well."
"Hence using you
and Orion?"
"That seems to be
her plan."
"Well I envy you,
flying off in school time to Ireland to be a model...then on to a Royal
Wedding..." Liz sighed.
"Well those are
the nice bits, but just remember I'm also going with Gran to her Daughters of
Erin reunion."
"Seems a small
price to pay." Shawnee giggled, "do you need someone to hold your
bags?"
"No," Katy
giggled back.
12.45 pm
The Huntingdown Apartment
“Thank you for swings, Momma,”
Judith said as Annie opened the door and she toddled in.
“Hey – did you have fun
little one?”
“Yes Momma. We fed birds on water.”
"What are you
working so hard on there?" Annie asked as she took Judith’s coat off.
"Notes for my
German history term paper," Carina looked up from behind the pile of books
on the breakfast counter, "things I need to research while we are over
there."
"You aren't taking
all those books with us are you?"
"No," Cari
smiled, "just this note book, but I'll have these notes to refer to as I'm
working in the library in Munich."
"Well while you
study, I'm planning out just what Judith and I are going to see." Annie
pulled the guide book she'd just bought from her bag.
"I wish I could
join you..."
"Yes, but you want
to blow your tutors brain with your paper."
"Yep," Carina
grinned.
"Well you know
what they say about all work and no play..."
"I know,"
Cari smiled as she let Annie kiss her.
“Momma, Mommy – can I
have a dwink?”
“Of course you can,”
Cari said as she picked Judith up. “We
can all have a drink...”
1 pm
Complete Style
“All right then,”
Juliette said as Janine and Alexis followed her into the lobby, “Sorry that
last call took so long, but we can...”
“Turn right round and
get into the lift, lass.”
“Mary? What the...”
Juliette was taken by surprise as her two PAs turned and hooked their
arms under hers, frogmarching her backwards and into the lift as Mary followed.
“If I was you, boss,”
Janine said, “I’d go with the flow.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Nah,” Mary said as
they emerged on the editorial floor level, and went into Merlin’s Cave. Juliette was able to see the large banner,
with “Good Luck Juliette” on it in gold letters, before Anna Mitchell came
forward and said “all right everyone – let’s show this young lady how much we
want to send her off!”
As the room of her
fellow workers clapped, Ju had a glass of champagne pressed into her hand as
she realised this was not going to be a working afternoon...
“Sorry boss,” Alexis
said, “we had our orders. To make sure
you came into the lobby at that time.”
“This is why Alice kept
me talking right?”
“No comment,” Mary said
with a smile. “Look, we had a bit of a
whipround – even the top floor put something in – and we made sure we got you
some presents from those of us who cannot get there next week.”
“Oh? And are they non-naughty?”
“You decide,” Greg the
layout head said as he handed her a large box, Juliette opening it to find a
framed copy of an old Complete Style cover – one with her and Karen Boyd in
tight fitting leather trousers and jumpers.
“Oh Goddess,” Juliette
said as she touched it. “My first
cover...”
“Right – down that,”
Anna said as she handed Juliette another glass, “we are going to PAR-TAY! Maestro – the slide show and the music
please.”
“Slide show? What slide... Oh no, OH NONONO...”
“Oh Yes,” Mary said
with a grin as a series of photos from the Ladies weekend away started to
appear on the big screen, while the music was...
“Ladybird? Interesting,” Janine said as she and Alexis
walked Juliette over to a table where some other presents were placed.
“You should not have
done this,” she said quietly.
“Well, as I for one am
not coming and I wanted to get you something, and the rest of us did – yeah, we
should have done this,” Alexis said with a grin as Juliette looked at the silk
scarf she had unwrapped.
“Oh you look so cute
there Ju,” Anna said with a grin, Juliette groaning as the picture of her as a
six year old appeared on the screen.
“I’m going to kill Cari
for this – she swore she had destroyed it!”
“She did,” Mary said,
“I made a copy first. Anyway, no way is
that the most embarrassing photo ever taken of you.”
“Oh? And what would you count as a more
embarrassing one?
“Two words,” Mary said
with a smile, “cycling shorts.”
“What? You don’t... Oh come on Eve told the story,
you don’t have to...”
“Oh come on,” Janine
said as they dragged Juliette to the changing area, “let’s see how it looked in
the flesh...”
Fifteen minutes later,
Juliette walked out, wearing a form fitting top and a pair of pink Lycra
cycling shorts, smiling as the room applauded.
“See,” Mary said,
“twenty years on and you still look good.”
“I’ve still got the
mental scars from that day,” Juliette said as she rubbed her arm.
“So what else would we
like to see Ju try on today?”
“I’m going to need
another drink,” Juliette said as she took another glass of champagne.
“How about,” Janine
said with a wicked grin, “you in leather mini skirt and accessories?”
“All right, all right –
IF you stop those...”
Juliette stared at the
picture of her being drawn round the ice rink at Stowe on the sled, and shook
her head.
“Oh hell – give me a
minute...”
She ducked into the
changing area, coming back in a leather mini dress, bustier top and lace up
knee length boots.
“Bright red – Klaus
would love that,” Mary said with a smile.
“Nah – he prefers me au
naturel,” Ju said with a smile as she took another drink.
“Oh yes – so you never
while wearing this sort of thing...”
“Oh I didn’t say that,”
Ju said with a smile, “but that genuinely was a lifetime ago.”
“So come on Boss,”
Alexis said as she slurred her words slightly, “where was the most unusual?”
“Ah – that would be on
the River Seine.”
“Oh my god,” Mary said
with a laugh, “so that was true?”
“Well, it was a warm
evening, I was young, the air was still – it seemed the most natural thing in
the world to do to strip off and do it there and then with Jean-Luc...”
“What she’s not telling
you,” Mary said, “was the crowd at Notre Dame who saw her pass by...”
The room erupted into
laughter, Juliette joining in before she said "what was the weirdest place
you ever did it Janine?"
"Had sex, or just
performed a sexual act?"
"Your
choice..."
"Well,” Janine
said with a smile, “I gave Henri a blow-job in a helicopter..."
"What's so strange
about that?"
"While he was
flying it?" Janine giggled, "boy did he find it hard keeping us
level."
As the others exploded
into laughter, Juliette heard a piece of music to start to play.
“Macho Coco, Macho
Coco...”
“Oh goddess,” Juliette
whispered, “no – not that, anything but that...”
"What most people
remember is that Juliette was an amateur showgirl while we were all in
Paris," Mary smiled, "but they forget that for a brief while she was
a professional showgirl performing with Les Cocogirls on TV."
"Oh dear Goddess
no, you haven't Mary...?" Juliette sunk in her chair.
"Oh how could I
resist showing everyone some of these clips Ju." Mary laughed.
"Dear Lord,"
Janine laughed as a picture of Juliette appeared in a black showgirl costume
appeared on screen, "You look SO!"
"I know, but it
helped pay the rent," Juliette rolled her eyes as she and the three other
girls sang a cha-cha song, and then appeared in period costume to sing a song
about was it too much...
“What the...”
Juliette groaned and
drained her glass as they saw her and the others in a pink French Maid’s
outfit.
“Right,” she said with
a smile, “Mary, shall I tell them about the time you yourself had to wear the Maid’s
dress?”
“Mary? YOU DID?”
“Ai,” Mary said with a
smile, “for a Kinks promotional film. It
was an – interesting day.”
“Gotta admit, you could
move,” Alexis said as they watched.
“Whole different girl
then,” Juliette said as she had another drink.
"Does Klaus
know?"
"Yes,” Juliette
said, “but Carina doesn't and I'd rather like to keep it that way."
"Oh my God, can
you imagine the reaction of your 'society' friends if they had seen this."
Janine laughed.
Then she saw Juliette
look at Mary.
“Oh don’t tell me –
that’s how she got to do the dresses?”
“Yeah – she happened to
watch the show one night when she was doing something else, and recognised me. When the engagement was announced, she played
a very skilful game.”
Mary smiled and shook
her head as Anna said “Right then – we are here to send an old and dear friend
on her way to very happily married bliss – and trust me, I know how that sounds
coming from me.”
As the room laughed,
Juliette creaked in the chair as Anna said “but I am glad she is going to
finally get her prince, and on behalf of everyone, may it be the greatest day
of your life, and only the beginning, not the end.
“So charge your
glasses, and then raise them – to Juliette and Klaus.”
“JULIETTE AND KLAUS!”
4 pm
APCO, 5th Avenue
As Sharon walked into
the store, she looked round, wondering how much some of the outfits there would
cost.
“Good afternoon.”
As she turned round,
she saw Betsy standing there, wearing a blue dress coat.
“How can we help you
today,” Betsy said as she looked at the young brunette.
"I need clothes
for a wedding in Munich," Sharon spoke, "I was referred to you by
Caroline Jameson?"
"Ah you must be
Miss Kennedy," Betsy interrupted, "we were told to expect you."
"So what do I wear for such an occasion?" Sharon looked round.
"Well who dressed
you for your deb events?"
"A designer from
Philadelphia,” Sharon said, “but according to everyone I need new things for
this."
"I think it will
be rather expected." Betsy smiled. "We are dressing several of the
guests, so I'll make sure you don't clash with them."
“Well, that would help
– what do you suggest?”
“Let’s have a look over
here...”
4 pm Pacific Time
San Francisco
“Hey guys – thanks for
meeting me here,” Mary said as the rest of her family joined her.
“So why are we here,”
Bobby said as he looked round.
“Well, we’re all going
to be taking a long trip next weekend, to do a wedding, and it’s important we
all have outfits to wear for it.”
“So we’re getting new
clothes?”
“Yes – but to do that,
you Dad and the boys need to go into one store, and then the three of you come
into another store with me while they go and do a couple of other things. We’ll eat out afterwards, all right?”
“So why today?”
"Look all of you,
we need do this today so there is time for any alterations that need maybe
doing to be done." Mary stood hands on hips addressing her family.
"All this fuss to go to a wedding," Dave grumbled.
"A 'Royal' wedding
Pops."
"So what do we
need?" the younger girls laughed as they spoke in unison.
“Dresses and shoes for
you, but for you four – in here,” she said as they entered the gents’
outfitters.
“Hello – can I help
you?”
“I called earlier –
Mary Clarke?”
“Ah yes – you require
morning suits for a wedding a week Saturday?”
“That’s right – okay
Pops, boys – do what he tells you to.”
“Maurice, Albert,” the
man said, “please take these four gentlemen and measure them up. Any particular style of suit, Madame?”
“They need morning
dress, but no top hats.”
“I understand – may we offer
some refreshment for the rest of you while we wait...”
"But this looks
second-hand Mary." David stared at his reflection a short while later.
"It deliberately
looks slightly used brother darling." Mary said as she checked out the fit
of the morning suit. "The point is that it shouldn't look like something
you've never worn before."
"Eh?"
"The people who
will be going to the wedding go to a lot of these functions, the men’s clothes
look aged, in some cases according to House, they look positively shabby."
"So we should look
like we belong right Poppit?" Dave came out.
"That is the idea
Pop," Mary smiled as the assistant started to pin up the hems of Dave's
pants so they could be shortened.
“We look stupid like
this,” Tom said as he and Bobby came out.
“Oh I don’t know,”
Suzie said, “you look kinda cute like that.”
“But I don’t have a
prom to go to,” Bobby said.
“Well, it is useful,”
Mary said.
“We can have these
ready for collection Tuesday Miss Clarke.”
“Good – get changed
boys, and we’ll meet up later. Girls
with me.”
“Where are we going,”
Vicky said as they walked down the sidewalk.
“In here,” Mary said as
she opened the door to APCO, and the four of them walked in.
“Miss Clarke –
welcome,” the manageress said as she came over, “and these are your sisters?”
“Indeed – have you some
dresses for a wedding they can try?”
“This way please – will
they require heels as well?”
“Yes, but they are
beginners.”
“Of course – this
way....”
Mary sat down, smiling
as she waited to see her sisters come out.
Suzie was first,
wearing a cream coloured jacket and knee length dress, with matching
heels. “I like this,” she said as she
looked at herself, and then slowly walked round.
Vicky came next,
wearing a blue short sleeved dress and short jacket, while Alison had on a
floral print dress with puffed sleeves.
Both girls were wearing blue heels, and stumbled a little as they tried
to walk round.
"You are all going
to have to get those shoes well broken in before the wedding." Mary smiled
as she looked at her sisters’ attempts to walk in the high heels.
"These aren't
easy."
"I know they
aren't Suzie." Mary laughed, "just remember I needed special lessons
to learn how to walk in them."
“So what do we do?”
“Practice every night
with my help,” she said as the manageress came over. “We’ll take the lot.”
8 pm
The Richmond Mansion
"So am I going to
get dragged round all of Munich's art museums lover?" Sandy asked Heather.
"Not if you don't
want to..." Heather said without looking up from her book.
"I've volunteered
to go with Heather if you don't want to Mom," Sands broke into the
conversation.
"When she's not
with a certain young baron that is..."
"HEATHER!"
Sands blushed bright red.
"You know Sigi and
I are making your wedding arrangements darling..."
"MOTHER!"
"We are only
teasing darling," Heather smiled.
She noticed the smile on the young girl’s lips as she walked out of the
room.
“You are terrible,”
Sandy said with a smile.
“Well, what’s George
going to be doing?”
“Enjoying himself
probably – even if Katy is coming later.”
“Oh I’m sure he will be
kept busy...”
Saturday 26th March
10.30 am CET
The Furstenheim Townhouse, Munich
“Well, here we are,”
Klaus said as the cars pulled up at the entrance to the three storey building,
“home.”
“It’s good to be back,”
Ingrid said as she got out, two servants coming out and starting to collect the
luggage, while Annie got out and stretched her back.
“How are you feeling,”
Karen Boyd said as she looked at the pregnant woman.
“I’m fine – and thanks
for coming over with us,” Annie said as Ken stretched his lean body up, then
fetched the car seat with John in it.
“Well, thank you,
Klaus, for letting us stay here,” Karen said as Carina lifted Judith from her
seat, and handed her to Juliette.
“We’re here, little
one,” Juliette said as she looked at her granddaughter, “ready for a very
special week?”
“Yes Grammy,” Judith
said as they all watched a tall, thin woman with short dark hair come out of
the front entrance. She was wearing a
black coat dress, and black shoes, but carried herself with total authority.
“Welcome back, Your
Highness,” she said in accented English, “I trust you have all had a good
flight.”
“We have indeed,” Klaus
said with a smile. “May I introduce you
to Doctors Ken and Karen Boyd? Ken,
Karen, allow me to introduce Frau Strecher, my estate manager.”
“A pleasure,” Frau Strecher
said, “welcome to Munich. I have
refreshments ready in the dining room, Your Highness, while the luggage is
taken to the rooms.”
“Excellent – well,
shall we go in?”
The party entered the
large entrance hall, Karen looking round as Jeanne and Henri followed them in.
“Frau Strecher,
Monsieur Henri and Madameoiselle Jeanne Marais.”
“Welcome, your
highnesses,” she said with a small bow, “if you will all come this way please?”
They walked into a
dining room, where a buffet had been laid out and the table set.
“I wish to discuss a
few matters with you and Fraulein Huntingdown with regards to the weekend, your
highness,” Frau Strecher said, “and Herr Breitz is filming in the grand
hall. This was why I had the
refreshments prepared here.”
“Excellent – you have
excelled yourself as usual, Frau Strecher.”
She smiled as she said
“are there any special instructions for the staff?”
“Yes,” Klaus said. "In deference to all our guests, current
and to come, can we please talk in English when it is at all practical?"
"If that is your wish, Your Highness."
"It is."
"Very good,” Frau
Strecher said with an incline of her head, “I will inform the staff. We await your pleasure as always. Please, feel free to eat and drink – the
staff will show you to your rooms later."
"Oh dear God that woman is terrifying," Karen whispered to her
husband as she left the room.
"Well I'll be making sure I'm on time for everything, I do NOT want her
upset with me," Ken whispered back.
“All right everyone,”
Klaus said as the doors were closed, “help yourselves. And don’t worry – she is a very kind woman.”
“Just remember,”
Juliette said with a giggle, “those who are tardy for dinner will not get fruit
cup.”
“I don’t get it,” Annie
said with a look at Carina.
“You need a crash course
in Mel Brooks,” Carina said as she helped Judith to sit down, while Ken put
John into the high chair.
“Would you like some
milk,” he said, John nodding as Karen produced some milk from her shoulder bag
and passed the bottle over.
“Can I some juice please
Grappy?”
“Of course,” Klaus said
as he passed Judith a cup, only to look up and smile as Juliette hugged him.
“The Baron and Baroness
von Manschen.”
“There you are,” Sigi
said as she and Dieter came in, “how was the flight?”
“Well, we made it,” Klaus
said as he walked over and greeted his sister, “how are things here?”
“With me and Frau
Strecher in charge? All is going
according to plan,” Sigi said as a steward came in.
“She strikes me as the
model of what someone imagines a German housekeeper to be like,” Karen said,
“do horses neigh when you say her name?
"Don't let her
intimidate you," Sigi smiled, "to use a metaphor, her bark is worse
then her bite."
"And she is
tremendously good at her job," Dieter spoke as he poured a drink.
"That she is,"
Klaus smiled.
"Does she know
about all the American guests who are coming?" Karen asked.
"Yes, and she has
accommodations arranged for everyone." Sigi looked at the briefing the
Steward had given her, "I don't think she's missed a trick."
"She even
persuaded Aunt Gloria to put a few people up." Ingrid smiled, "and we
all know how difficult that is to do."
"I take it the
Princess still refuses to acknowledge anyone not born at least a baron?" Deiter
laughed. "Really she is such a tremendous snob," he shook his head.
"Well she knows
she is, and she is unapologetic about it." Sigi smiled as well, "just
be glad we aren't holding the wedding on her true home turf in
Regensburg."
“So how does she feel
about me,” Juliette asked.
“Find out on Thursday –
she’s coming to the wedding rehearsal.”
Noon GMT
Gieves and Hawkes
Savile Row, London
To a gentleman of
breeding and standing, Savile Row was the place to go for suits and other
apparel. And for the Gentleman Officer,
both current and retired, one tailor in particular was the place to go.
So as John Hammond
stood, two assistants working on him, Shirley looked on with quiet pride and a
little irritation.
"I said your
uniform needed looking at weeks ago John," she said quietly as she looked
darts at her partner. "Now these poor gentlemen are having to rush the
alterations before we fly on to Munich tomorrow."
"It's not a
problem Lady Hammond," one of the tailors smiled.
"Miss Xavier is my
partner not my wife Jack." John smiled, "and I knew by experience
you'd be able to fit me in."
"Well we knew to
expect you when we got the guest list sir," Thomas the fitter smiled,
"the Major has always left things to the last minute Miss," he continued
as he looked up at Shirley.
“Perhaps a little extra
on the jacket length?”
“Quite so sir,” Jack
said as he made a mark.
"So much business
for the wedding Thomas?"
"Oh some sir,” he
said as he adjusted the trouser length, “a few ex-military gents who discovered
their uniforms no longer fit, and other gentlemen who's wives finally declared
they had to change their suits..."
"Oh poor
chaps," John laughed softly.
“Indeed – we had the Marquess
of Ordford in yesterday with Lady Amanda.”
“Now why does that not
surprise me,” John said with a smile.
"I found HIS missing
MBE in his coat a while back Thomas," Shirley shook her head.
"Oh that is
nothing Miss, we found a thousand pounds in one gentleman's coat recently, and
it was so old that King George was still on the notes..."
"Oh dear
lord!"
"Exactly Miss, a lot
of our gentlemen tend to the careless with their dress clothes."
“So I noticed,” she
said as the door to the fitting room opened, and the clerk showed Maisha in.
“You look very handsome
in that Uncle John.”
“I will do when it is
ready,” John said as Thomas removed the jacket.
“If you will return at
four, Sir John, we will have it ready for you.”
“And the new morning
suit?”
“Will be ready for the
final fitting as well.”
“Excellent – give me a
moment and I will be ready to take you both to lunch,” John said as he walked
to the dressing room.
“Our dresses will be
ready to collect at five,” Maisha said, “so how will he look?”
“Magnificent – as we
both will. Now, did you take care of the
other business?”
“I did, Aunt Shirley –
it will arrive on Friday in Munich.”
“Excellent,” Shirley
said quietly, “excellent.”
2 pm GMT
Shearton Athlone Hotel
Athlone, Co Westmeath
“Good afternoon Miss,”
the blonde haired receptionist said as she looked at the dark skinned woman,
“can I help you?”
“You have a reservation
for me in the name of Walker – Tracy Walker?”
“Ah yes Miss Walker,”
the receptionist said as she looked on the screen, and then took some papers
from a holder, “if you would fill in the details please?”
As Tracy filled out the
form, she looked round the modern lobby.
She had expected an old fashioned hotel, so this monument to modern
style was a surprise. A nice one, but a
surprise none the less.
“So what brings you to
our town, Miss Cocker?”
“I needed a short
holiday – some peace and quiet.”
“Well, be warned – we
have a reunion here this weekend, so it may get a little noisy.”
“Oh? What sort of reunion?”
“A catholic girls’
school – and we have a few models in as well.”
“Okay – so avoid the
bar when they arrive,” Tracy said with a smile.
“Precisely – I’ll be
glad to tell you of the better nearby inns.”
“Sounds good,” Tracy
said as the receptionist took a swipe of her credit card. “Room 1012 – have a pleasant stay.”
“Thanks,” Tracy said as
she took her bag and headed for the lift.
Fifteen minutes later,
she was looking out over the River Shannon, sipping her coffee as her telephone
rang.
“Penny? I’m checked in. I’ll scope out the locale in a little while
and then get some dinner. Call you later
tonight.”
2 pm GMT
The Ritz
"Thomas and Jack
have been looking after me since I was a young whippersnapper going to Eton for
the first time." John smiled as Maisha gorged herself on strawberries and
cream.
"Neither looked a
young man," Shirley shook her head, "and they clearly knew you of old
John Hammond."
"They did Uncle
John."
"Well like in all
good relationships...and what goes on between a man and his tailor is a close
relationship...we have grown old together."
"Maisha slow down
you will make yourself sick darling," Shirley poured her own tea,
"and I had heard that from other people John dear."
"But this is SO
GOOD, Aunt Shirley.”
“Indeed – but remember,
something so good needs to be savoured and appreciated. Have some tea, and take a break.”
“All right, Uncle John,”
Maisha said as she put her spoon down, and wiped her mouth.
“Remind me to be
careful at Wimbledon,” John said with a smile.
“So when do the others
arrive, Aunt Shirley?”
“At different times
during the week, I think – but we all have to be there by Thursday.”
“And while we are
waiting for the others?”
“The opportunity for
you to practice your German, and learn something of a different culture,”
Shirley said, “as well as some dance lessons when our friends from Hong Kong
arrive on Tuesday.”
“I am particularly
looking forward to seeing my sister again,” Maisha said with a smile as she
sipped her drink.
“And I am sure Ama is
looking forward to seeing you.”
“So how was your visit
to the Commons?”
“Very interesting,”
Maisha said with a smile, “Lady Harker taught me a great deal, although my
encounter with a man called Boris was a little – comical.”
“Oh boy,” John said as
he shook his head, “never trust an Old Etonian who is into politics.”
4 pm GMT
Athlone
As Tracy made her way
out of the lift, she smiled as she saw the large green and godl banner that was
hanging on the wall.
“WELCOME DAUGHTERS OF
ERIN”
“Okay,” the
receptionist said, “maybe it’s not just a school reunion. You don’t have any Irish ancestry, do you?”
“Oh no,” Tracy said
with a smile. “Listen – how do I get to
the castle from here?”
“Take this map,” the
blonde haired girl said as she passed on to Tracy. “Turn right out of here.”
“Many thanks,” Tracy
said with a smile as she left the hotel, and walked along the street. She needed to check out where the shoot was
scheduled to take place, and the surrounding area, identify any possible blind
spots and think about how she could cover them.
4 pm
JFK
“Mom, we’re going to be
fine,” Katy said as she looked at Janice and Adam. “I’ll take very good care of Gran, and make
sure she doesn’t get into trouble.”
“Excuse me,” Katherine
said with a smile, “I think you’ll find it is the other way round.”
“Just keep each other
out of trouble, all right? We’ll both
see you in Munich on Thursday.”
“Right,” Katherine
said, “we need to head through. I’m glad
we’re flying business.”
“One perk of Norstar,”
Katy said as she put her rucksack on her back, before hugging both Janice and
Adam. “You two keep safe as well, all
right?”
“With luck, she’ll
sleep on the plane over,” Katherine said as she hugged them both. “Enjoy the peace and quiet.”
“What peace and
quiet? I need to see my mother
tomorrow,” Adam said with a sigh.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make
sure he keeps to the law,” Janice said with a smile as Bev hugged Katy, and
they waved her off.
“I’m going to pick
something up from the newsstand,” Adam said as he walked to one side.
“Any sign of him,”
Janice whispered as they watched Katherine and Katy walk to the security gates.
“Nope – so let’s hope
he hasn’t followed them.”
“He hasn’t,” Susan said
as she walked over, “we’ve been monitoring, no sign.”
“Good – she could do
with this down time.”
Sunday 27th March
11 am BST
Ireland
“So this is Ireland,”
Katy said as the car drove down the road, taking the time to look out of the
window as the green fields rolled by.
“Oh yes,” her
grandmother said quietly as she looked out of the other window, “this is
Ireland. Not Waterford – for which I am
grateful – but it does feel good to be home.”
“Has it really been
that long, Gran?”
“Oh yes, but I always
dreamed of coming home one day,” Katherine said with a smile as she saw the
castle coming closer. “And that is
Athlone castle, where you are doing the shoot tomorrow and Tuesday.”
“Welcome to Athlone,”
the driver said, “the Easter services will have started, so we have a clear run
to the hotel.”
“How come we lost
another hour on our watches?”
“They started summer
time today,” the driver said, “so you have another hour’s difference. Anyway, here we are – the Sheraton Athlone.”
As he drove up to the
main entrance, the chauffer stopped the car and then opened the doors to let
them get out. Katy was wearing a black
leather jacket over a blue jumper, jeans and short black boots, while Katherine
was wearing a beige coat over a floral print dress, and brown shoes.
“Well, here we go,” she
said as they walked in, while a porter collected the cases from the trunk of
the car.
“Good morning – welcome
to the Sheration Athlone,” the man behind the reception desk said, “may I have
your names please?”
“Katherine Carter, and
this is my granddaughter Katy.”
“Ah yes – we were told
to expect you about now. May I see your
passports please?”
As Katherine handed
them over, Katy looked round, smiling as she saw Tracy sitting in the coffee
bar.
“If you could just sign
here,” the receptionist said to Katherine, “your rooms are ready now, so you
can have a chance to unpack and change.”
“Sounds good to me –
did Orion say when she was getting here Katy?”
“She said about one
thirty – so we have a shower and then grab some lunch?”
“Sounds good to me,”
Katherine said as they were handed their key cards, and then walked to the
elevator. As they went in, Tracy took
her phone out.
“Penny? Both safely arrived. I’ll check in again later...”
“I see they’re
expecting you Gran,” Katy said as they looked at the banner, before the lift
doors closed.
“Why on earth did I
agree to this,” her Gran said as she shook her head...
1 pm ECT
The Furstenheim Townhouse, Munich
Juliette and Klaus
looked up from their seats as Frau Strecher came in.
“Major John Hammond,
Miss Shirley Xavier and Miss Maisha Abonoyu, Your Highness.”
“John – welcome,
welcome,” Klaus said as he stood up, embracing all three of them before
Juliette did, “we will be having lunch shortly – I hope you are hungry.”
“Fairly so – so long as
it is not strawberries and cream.”
“Oh no – plenty of
Apple Strudel however. Frau Strecher,
three additional guests for lunch.”
The estate manager
bowed as she left the room, Shirley sitting with Juliette as she said “so, how
are you feeling?”
“Getting more nervous
as each day passes. I’ll be glad when Diana
and Sandy get here later.”
“I spoke to Mandy last
night – they will be arriving later today.
And then...”
As the door opened,
everyone turned and looked at the man who came in. He had short light brown hair, was wearing a
denim shirt and jeans, and had a viewfinder round his neck.
“Oh – my apologies Your
Highness, I thought this room would be empty.”
“It’s all right – we
will be moving in now anyway. May I
introduce Edwin Breitz, who is planning a documentary about the family?”
“A pleasure – I will
return later,” he said with a low bow as he walked back – into an older couple
who were about to come in.
“My apologies,” he
muttered as he walked off, Klaus wondering who he was talking to before they
came in.
“Aunt Natalya, Uncle
Wilhelm – welcome,” he said as the Baron and Baroness von Buchenwald came
in. “You’re just in time for lunch.”
“Excellent,” Willy said
as he walked over and kissed Juliette and Shirley, then shook John’s hand.
“I am glad you arrived
safely,” Natalya said as she joined Shirley and Juliette, “and the younger
generation?”
“They went to the
Cathedral with Sigi and her family, but they should be back at any moment,”
Juliette said.
1.30 pm BST
Sheraton Athlone
“KATY!”
Katy looked up and
smiled as Orion O’Ryan came into the dining room, her great aunt and father
following her.
“Hey Orion – want to
join us?”
“In a few minutes – we
need to get our cases to our rooms, but we’ll be right down after that.”
“oh you sit down lass,”
her father said, “Your aunt and I will sort the rooms out.”
“Kathy.”
“Brenda.”
Katy and Orion looked
at both of them, as her father said “right – come on Brenda, we can do this
quickly.”
“Don’t worry – this is
neutral ground,” Katherine said as the redheaded Belfast lass sat down.
“So how was the
flight?”
“Interesting – have you
seen the powers that be yet?”
“You mean the women in
charge? Not yet,” Katherine said as she
looked round.
“You called?”
“MISSY! How on earth do you do that?”
“Training,” Missy said
as she and Alice appeared at the table.
“Anyway, I’m glad you both made it – let me introduce you to someone who
will act as an additional chaperone for the next few days. This is Paula Gaunt, and her daughter
Aileen.”
“Pleasure to meet you
both – and to see you again Katherine,” Paula said with a smile.
“Hello Paula – so what
induced you to come here?”
“Duty – I’m the keynote
speaker at the dinner on Tuesday. I
invited Aileen to come as she is the same age as you two.”
“And I wanted to meet
you – after Caroline and Jo came to visit, they said you would be here next,”
Aileen said as she looked at Orion and Katy.
“Well, pull up a seat –
let’s have some lunch together.”
“Why don’t we make our
way over there,” Missy said as she indicated a nearby table, leaving the three
girls to talk to each other.
3 pm BST
“Well, here they are,”
Paula said as Alice and Mandy came in.
“Good afternoon darlings,”
Mandy drawled as she kissed Paula, Brenda and Katherine, “ready for a couple of
days work before the fun.”
“The girls are working,
I’m here for the meeting,” Katherine said, “as are both of these ladies –
allegedly.”
“See – we do the work,
they drink the Guinness,” Alice said with a laugh. “But it does mean we get to split the journey
to the weekend.”
"So are they under
lock and key safely Alice?" Katherine asked.
"They had better
be," Alice sighed, "you wouldn't believe the security I have them
under at Tom and Paula's place in Dublin.
Caroline gave her very best advice."
"Well it's a most
anticipated wedding, I could probably make myself a fortune leaking pictures in
advance..."
"You just dare
Katherine Carter!" Alice glared.
"Now would I
really do that?"
"That's an
interesting question," a voice giggled.
"Hey Maeve,"
Alice kissed the newcomer.
“Maeve,” Katherine
said, “allow me to introduce Kathy O’Dowd, Orion’s great aunt and chaperone.”
“So you’re here for the
meeting as well,” Maeve said with a smile.
“In part – Orion’s
father will split the chaperone duties with me,” Kathy said quietly.
“Gran – Orion, Aileen
and I are going to go for a swim,” Katy said as she appeared in the bar.
“All right – but
remember we have a meeting later to give schedules,” Alice said as Katy walked
off.
“I’m glad they’ve hit
it off,” Paula said, “it means they have a friend their own age there as well.”
5 pm CET
Munich
“Countess de Ros and
Miss Richmond,” Frau Strecher said as Sandy and Diana came in.
“There you are ma
cherie,” Diana said as Juliette and Sigi stood up, “how are you feeling?”
“A lot better now both
of you are here,” Juliette said, “where are the others?”
“Heather is helping
Sands and George to unpack, Jo and Abby went straight off with Cari and Annie,”
Sandy said as Frau Strecher brought fresh coffee in. “Did I see Natalya and Wilhelm?”
“You did – they arrived
earlier,” Sigi said. “The troops, as
they say, are gathering.”
“So is there a schedule
for the week?”
“Well, up to Wednesday
everything is more informal, but more and more people are arriving. Thursday we have a rehearsal and a private
mass at the cathedral, followed by tea with the Cardinal. Then Friday we have the parade.”
“The Parade?”
“A ceremonial parade by
the Furstenheim Jaegers – with all of us.”
Sandy smiled as she
picked up her coffee. “Well - how many
brides-to-be will spend the night before their wedding participating in a
military parade Ju?'
"I know Sandy,”
Juliette said with a smile, “but it really is a great way of introducing me and
the girls to the people of the Estates and of Furstenheim loyalty."
"So have you been practicing Ju?" Sigi asked.
"Oh yes - Hauptfeldwebel
Strecher has been putting us through our paces."
"And why doesn't
it surprise me that she is the unit's Sergeant-Major?" Sandy shook her
head.
"I know..."
Ju rolled her eyes.
"As I told you
weeks ago, it's not easy marching in high heels." Sigi spoke again.
"But you make it
look so easy Sigs."
"Ah but I've been
doing it a long while."
"So does Annie
march?"
"No she gets to
sit in a carriage in her maternity uniform and holds my Granddaughter, who by
the way looks so cute in her little uniform."
“Okay – so Friday is
that, and I presume dinner later. And
then Saturday.”
“A most important day,”
Klaus said as he appeared with Dieter.
“A small civil ceremony and then the main event.”
“Who is coming to the
little civil wedding at the Neues Rathaus?" Dieter asked.
"Just very close
family and friends," Klaus responded.
"Yes in contrast
to the cathedral it will be very intimate." Juliette leaned on her
betrothed's shoulder. "And I told Herr Breitz 'NO CAMERAS'."
"Good," Sigi
smiled.
“That will be at ten,
allowing us time to return and change before the cathedral.”
“Then,” Juliette said,
“back here for the reception – have you seen the grand hall yet?”
“I thought Chateau de
Ros was big,” Jo said as she and Abby looked round, “but this is amazing. This is where the reception will be held?”
“Yup,” Carina said as
Judith held Abby’s hand, “I think we can get everyone in here.”
“And the rest,” Abby
whispered, “and there’s a parade on Friday?”
“Oh yeah – me in full
uniform and high heels. Good stuff.”
“So where are the
dresses,” Jo said as she looked out of one of the high windows.
“Apparently under guard
in Dublin until Alice and Mandy come over mid week.”
“Safest place for
them,” Abby said as she looked round.
"And this is just
your townhouse Cari?” Jo sat down before
she said “It makes the Gaunt's place in Dublin look almost tiny."
"Does it Jo? Well all I know is that this is where Pop and
Ingy usually think of as home."
"I'll need Big
Sister to tell me what all these paintings are." Jo looked round the walls
of the great hall.
"Well I bet
Heather knows a lot more about them then I do."
"You of course
Mademoiselle Countess aren't intimidated by this one bit are you?" Annie
asked Abby.
"Not really... Although I think grandmamma will be most
impressed."
"Well for a girl
from a split-level rancher in the St Louis suburbs, I have to admit I am."
"And I have to
agree with you." Jo nodded her head.
“Clint is going to have his mind blown as well when he gets here.”
“When does he arrive?”
“Tuesday – so I get a
day and a bit to prepare for the fun...”
"You know we have
an appointment to go to the Nymphenburg Palace tonight Annie and be introduced
to the Duke?"
"Uggh don't remind
me Cari,” Annie said as she shook, “the thought terrifies me."
"Why?" asked
Jo.
"Because in a
slightly different world he'd not be Duke of Bavaria, but King of
Bavaria..."
"And as such our
overlord," Carina laughed as she finished the sentence.
"I have heard he
can be slightly terrifying."
"No,” Cari said, “he's
just an old gentleman of the real old school darling, and remember he survived
a Nazi concentration camp as a child."
"Oh God, why was
he in a camp?" asked Abigail.
"Because the
Wittelsbach's were anti-Nazi, and didn't keep their mouths shut about it."
“Big history lesson
this week as well,” Abby said with a smile.
“Can I have a hug Aunt
Abby?”
“Of course you can
little one,” Abby said as she picked Judith up and rubbed noses with her.
“Do we wear the pretty
dress soon, Mama?”
“We all do little one,”
Cari said.
“Ah there you are,”
Sigi said as she came in, “we will be having an early meal tonight, to give
some of you a chance at an early night.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jo
said as she stretched her arms up.
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