1. Disclaimer I don't own Randall and Hopkirk (deceased). All copyright belongs to BBC Television snd the original writers. No copyright infringement is intended nor should be inferred
Prelude
Jeanie sat at her desk staring into space. She had been furious with Jeff earlier that morning, refusing to go on a case with him, knowing that she would have been unable to put up with his attitude on the latest case. The client had mostly ignored her; basically seducing Jeff right in front of her. She snapped the pencil in half as she thought about the woman who had hired them.
"Jeff."
She closed her eyes, unable to shake the feeling her business partner snd her best friend had driven off into danger. She knew the woman was lying but all Jeff could see what pound signs and cleavage.
"Proper femme fatal." Jeanie huffed, "And now I'm talking to myself."
"No you're not."
She looked around, unsure where the voice was coming from. The click of a gun caused her to stop what she was doing. The metal pressed up against her neck made her stomach flip.
"If you want to see Jeff Randall alive again I suggest you start listening to me."
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