Part 9 of 15 – Agent Bordey
Prelude
OK, Bordey, this case could be the one you've been waiting for! This definitely reaches all across the Caribbean and into the States, maybe even into Europe. It will get the higher-ups' attention if I crack it wide open now that I'm on my home turf. I'm sure to get that promotion and return to France with all honours and laud and a corner office. Won't Maman be proud of me then?
Speaking of Maman, I'd better sneak in for a visit soon. She knows I'm around and I don't want to worry her. But she'll start after me about a husband and children again. Hmm, maybe I'll drop in after the case is wrapped up. She's gonna go ballistic when she hears I broke up with Valentin.
Valentin, what a swine! A controlling, impatient, nit-picky, irritating, annoying, ill-mannered, childish, 'I'm always right and you're always wrong', know-it-all swine! I HATE men like that! What did I ever see in him? Bordey, when are you gonna learn to look beneath the façade and see the REAL man? His eyes don't matter! Nor his voice and his clothes! Be more choosy next time… if there IS a next time. Merde.
Pool party at the Salcombe estate
An alarm? Just what I don't need! And was that a gunshot? Now the cops are gonna come and I have to lay low until the excitement dies down. Well, what's the worry? Island cops are pretty laid-back. Soon as they finish sniffing around, I'll return. Damn, these heels are hard to run in.
Next day after a call from the Commissioner
So, a suspect is dead and a new DI is being sent? No big deal. If he's a typical Brit, he won't even notice me. Keep digging, Bordey! Get this case solved and move on up! I'd better get over to Charlie Hulme's place soon, I'm sure he was involved somehow and being dead doesn't absolve him. I'll do that right after I get back from my de-briefing on Guadeloupe.
Next day at the beach shack
Oh my god, what did I just see walking out of here? Is he fou? Mad dogs and English men, the saying is true! And how did he get here so fast? Was he catapulted from London? Well, he can't have contaminated Charlie's house TOO much since he just got here so... time to do my thing!
Where are the new guy's clothes? All this stuff has to belong to Charlie, I can't imagine that prissy suit being caught dead wearing ANY of these clothes. There's nothing decent looking in the whole place. And look at this mess! You can't tell me the new guy is gonna accept this. He's gonna have to spend his first day on the island just cleaning up! Or maybe hire a cleaner.
Hey, this stuff can't be Charlie's, it's too clean! What's this little gizmo? And this one? And this one? How odd. How cute. How strange and fascinating. I wonder what THIS thing does… wait a minute! Was that the door? Wait another minute… why am I on the floor? Why didn't I jump out the window right beside me? Oh! These bottles! Whoever it is has heard me! I'm caught! OK, Bordey, time to shine. You've done it before and you can do it again. Just smile and stand up and pretend…
Oh, it's him, what's HE doing back here so soon? Quick, pretend to be the cleaner and pump him for info. It shouldn't be too hard. Men are such pushovers. Look how stiff and proper he is. He'll be putty in my hands. Oh, now I should cry and… wow, look at him squirm! He's one of THOSE types. At least he's polite. I don't think I've met anyone with nicer manners… but that's neither here nor there. He's going onto my 'suspect list'. Time to wrap this up and get out of here.
Huh, he escorted me to the bike and waved goodbye. Those manners, I quit like it. Also, nice clothes! I really liked his shoes. There was something odd about the laces though. Oh well, it's not important. Neither was his voice, so controlled and measured. And… hmmm, what colour were his eyes again?
End – Part 9