"Angels, this is Martin Weaver." The tiny sound of the projector humming filled the room as the three angels gazed at the picture of a handsome man, mid-thirties, with dark brown hair, sideburns and a charming smile.
"Well, I certainly hope you're taking the case, Charlie!" Kris grinned sweetly toward the speaker box. Charlie's somber tones interrupted the angels' laughter, "Don't get your hopes up, Kris. I am taking the case, but this man is not our client. He was found dead last night on the doorstep of a brothel in Wheatfield, Arizona."
Sabrina took a sip of her coffee. "What was the cause of death, Charlie?"
"He was shot in the back, apparently at close range. Presumably it happened while all of the occupants of the brothel were asleep, and they claimed they didn't hear anything or see anything. None of the neighbours reported hearing or seeing anything suspicious either, so there's not much to go on."
"Was the man a regular there?"
"That's the thing, Kelly. Apparently he had never been there before, and none of the girls, or the police, could think of why he would have been there last night. His background check tells me that he was a stand up citizen, married for two years, and with a new baby. His wife absolutely doesn't believe he was involved in anything underhanded, and that's why she called us. She wants us to find out why he was shot last night, and to help clear his name. If it's all right with you, angels, I'd like to start work on this case right away."
Sabrina glanced around the room, and receiving nods from her co-workers, she reported back, "Absolutely, Charlie. Where do we start?"
"Martin worked in sales at a car dealership. Kelly, I'd like you to fill his role as a new employee. You've already got the job. Kris..." Charlie chuckled, "I think you already know where I'm going with this. Even if the evidence is pointing towards Martin's being at the brothel as simply some sort of coincidence, there's always a chance that he was involved in something there. I'll need you to, ah...cover that angle. I've talked to the so-called "House Mother", and she's aware that you are undercover, and won't actually be giving you're services."
"Of course, she only agreed to the deal once we signed a fat check with her name on it."
"Yes, yes, Bosley, but it's quite alright. We need Kris to be absolutely safe there. And Sabrina, I've heard that there's a pretty rough crowd, men and women, that hang out in these small parts of Arizona. Wheatfield is reportedly one of their central locations. They call themselves the Black Pythons, and it has been reported that they have some underground connections. They very well may have had something to do with Mr. Weaver's death. I hope you will be able to infiltrate their inner most ring. It could prove to be a very dangerous cover, so let me know if there's any trouble and I may have to pull you out."
"Sure, Charlie. But why would they accept me into they're gang? I'll need some kind of impressive "resume", if you know what I mean."
"Already been done, Sabrina. From now on you are Jessica "The Knife" Kniveroskie. You just got out of county jail in Los Angeles for smuggling drugs into the country. You have also been arrested in the past on similar charges, and for public disturbances and violence, possibly gang related. Anyone who's interested in checking records will find that everything fits with your story. After your release from jail, you headed to Arizona for some rest, and to begin you're new, clean life. However, this you will fail to accomplish because you will be too tempted by the doings of the Black Pythons. Sound convincing?"
Sabrina laughed, "Oh, maybe too convincing, Charlie! I just hope I can play the part well."
"I have no doubt that you will do the job most convincingly. Angels, your flight leaves in two hours, so I suggest you get packing. And girls...good luck."