Chapter 5
"Sammo!" Sammo looked up and grinned.
"Terrell, good to see you, did you have a good holiday?"
"Yeah! And man, are those Cali chicks hot. Wow!"
Sammo just shook his head in wonder.
"So what's up in this Angelic city then?"
Terrell picked up some files.
"Guys, we have a new lead on the antique losers so get packed you're off to Canada" the D.S stated walking up to Terrell's desk, which was near Sammo's.
Terrell and Sammo exchanged glances,
"Hold on mam but shouldn't it be dealt by the Canadian police department? I mean it's their territory".
"Terrell let me remind you of your position and about questioning your inferiors. The Canadian police need back up; they don't have much of a profile on these guys and as yet do not have any reports of any dealing or such like. They have granted several nations to send in their detectives for 1 month. This is a very special grant and I do not want you to muck it up, understood?"
They nodded a little bit ill at ease.
"When do we leave?" Grace asked as she stood next to Sammo, arms crossed.
"You three leave tomorrow, ten O'clock sharp" with that she turned to leave.
"Aren't you accompanying us to make sure we don't make a complete bust of it?"
D.S. gave a small smile,
"My help is more important here. Sorry to disappoint you".
Once the stern figure had left the three of them started to cheer and dance with relief. That woman was really starting to get to them right where it hurts.
"Oh by the way" they stopped mid cheer as the D.S stuck her head around the screen, "There's an officer from another department accompanying you so that you don't mess up the whole operation. You'll be issued with the data and reports tomorrow".
The happy smiles were wiped away; she smirked to herself.
"Great! Another bossy, stuck up officer to put up with, man this is going to be hell".
Sammo put a comforting arm on Terrell's.
"Shirley? Shirley Holmes?" a girl asked as Bo and Shirley sat down in the Quazer's Café.
"Yes? Alexanna?"
"Hi!"
"Hi, sit down".
"Thanks!"
Bo studied the girl, she looked to be the same age as them, her hair was short and medium brown and there was something mystical about those green eyes.
"You must be Bo. I've heard a lot about you".
Bo grinned and shoved Shirley.
"It had better all of been good!"
They laughed, Alexanna felt herself relax; she had always been reticent with everyone her age.
"So," Shirley pressed getting straight to the point, "Tell us all you know".
Bo ordered drinks for them and Alex explained about everything. By the end they talked as though they had known each other all their lives.
"So let me guess, being the novice detective here, we need to find out who this DIME master is?" Bo raised his eyebrows at the two girls. They nodded in response with a hint of humour dancing in their eyes,
"I'm just too brainy" Bo added sarcastically.
"So any first plans on how to accomplish this?"
"Well it's getting late, I suggest we make our plans tonight then carry them out first light".
"Why oh why did I agree to this?" Bo moaned softy as well as letting out yet another tired yawn.
It was barely past eight on a Saturday morning, a Saturday! Plus he had been at this for an hour already.
He was about to give up and give the computer a nice thump when a woman approached him,
"Bo? Can I help you?"
Bo looked up at the librarian; she was a friend of his mother,
"Oh hi, Mrs Whitecliff um I'm trying to find out about airports, stations and docks around the Redington area but I'm having no luck".
Mrs Whitecliff laughed,
"Here".
Like a missile she typed in a few words, clicked and typed in more words before Bo could even see what she was doing,
"There you go, if you need any more help I'm over at that desk over there".
Bo scanned the page,
"Oh wow, thanks Mrs W."
She smiled and went back to her work, with her experience she knew that it was useless information to ask why someone was looking up something particular.
Shirley smiled happily to herself; the last shop had definitely not got those strange ornaments from their usual supplier. Her job was to go round every antique shop again and check out anything that looked odd or different. So far three shops on the lower side of Redington had some very interesting items, which didn't seem to belong in them. One was a gold ornament of a hawk with an elegant ring of jewels around its neck. Now that had to be worth something more than the fifty dollars, although Shirley was no expert she knew that those were real jewels around it's neck so she was dying to get back home to her computer.
Checking the list in her pocket Shirley groaned with tedium, there were at least anther five more to check out.
Alex had been up since six, which was very unusual, in fact if it wasn't for the fact that she were in a police station she would be sleepwalking around in only her nightgown.
Last night she had met up again with Alan again and they shared a hotel room. They had talked for ages and Alan had agreed that she could come down to the station with him that morning.
The moment he relented he knew it was a mistake but he had to keep it and he respected Alex nod just because she was close to him but she was a fine detective, even better than him.
Finally that guy had moved, she'd been sitting for like twenty minutes and her feet had chronic pins and needles in them.
As the guy set of for a meeting, Alex appeared out her hiding place and sat down at the computer. Back in Scotland the local police treated her as one of the force and allowed her to use their computers so she had no problems getting into the files. Printing off three copies of the report on the mob she checked in the folder for burglaries and theft. It stored reports from all over the world. One report caught her eye it was a picture of a stolen hawk from Hong Kong, hmm...
"Hey Sammo my man, well it's a fine mornin"
"Hi Terrell"
"Is Grace here yet?"
"Yeah, she's gone off to check the times".
Terrell nodded,
"Maybe this trip will do her good, I mean it's not like she and Lewis were lovers or anything..."
"They were very good friends".
"I know, were good partners an all".
"Who were?"
"Oh, hi Grace, is everything on schedule?
"Yeah, any sign of this officer yet?"
"Nup!"
"Just when you thought you'd get rid of one..." Grace hissed through her teeth, "So any ideas of who it might be?"
"I hope it won't be that cranky guy that we had for a substitute one time".
"Maybe it might be Tremaine" Sammo put in.
"What was that guy like?"
"He was okay".
"Did..." Terrell stopped mid sentence as the doors burst open and a group of men entered in police uniform. As they stepped aside a tall and very sturdy figure stepped forward, his jaw was set tight and there was a cold glint in his eyes.
Grace and Terrell shivered, while Sammo stood up straight, the guy could curdle milk with one look.
Then he stepped aside and there stood...
"Lewis" Grace whispered, shocked beyond belief.
Almost instantly she ran to him, he met her half way and dove into a strong embrace. Sammo and Terrell were not far behind; Grace and Lewis lingered a bit longer than was necessary then let way for the other two,
"Good to see you man" Terrell stuck out his hand and shook his firmly.
"Great to see you, I've missed you all, you to Sammo. How's it going?"
"Fine".
"Uh guys? Unless we want to miss the plane and feel the wrath of Miss Amy then we'd better get a move on!" Grace was already half way through the door.
The others followed her quickly.
"Link! Get me Dr Gloat, now!"
The small man cowered like a puppy then ran out the room. He returned a few minutes later with Gloat who look like the mad doctor out the horror movies.
"Ah Dr Gloat! I hope all is on schedule, perhaps you'd to show me the work your employers have been doing?"
The man half whimpered,
"Yes master, let me show you".
"We have special tools adapted to opening up old antiques - ornaments - once they are opened we can cut out the centre and compact the drugs in then rebuild them so that nobody can tell that it's been tampered with".
"Very good... I trust that all ill be ready by tomorrow night, you know what happens tomorrow".
"Y... y... yes sir".
"It had better be ready otherwise you'll be joining our dear guests in hell".
With that he left the room, Dr Gloat just shook his head,
"Man I should have taken up the job as a librarian".
"So what have you come up with?" Bo asked.
"Well I have a list of strange ornaments but nothing special expect item number five, that was strange".
Shirley passed the list to the Bo, Alex scraped at the chair,
"What was it?"
"It was some kind of bird - a hawk".
Alex froze instantly,
"What did you say?"
Shirley gave a confused frown, something she didn't use often,
"It was an ornament of a hawk..."
"Was it made of something like gold and did it have a ring of jewels around its neck?"
"Y-eah" Shirley said slowly.
Alex frantically dug in her back pocket,
"This it?"
Shirley grabbed the paper and nodded furiously.
"We have a lead, that ornament was stolen two months ago from Hong Kong. The thieves were described exactly as a few members of the antique guys. I thought they were into drugs?"
"I think they're into a lot of things! I think even taking hostages" Bo put in.
"How did you get that?" Shirley asked.
"I was looking through the computer this morning and I came across a page of missing people, seems there's been a few witnesses seeing people you described to us nabbing others".
"Hold on a sec, let's get this all down otherwise we'll get lost" Shirley suggested
"Sammo!" Sammo looked up and grinned.
"Terrell, good to see you, did you have a good holiday?"
"Yeah! And man, are those Cali chicks hot. Wow!"
Sammo just shook his head in wonder.
"So what's up in this Angelic city then?"
Terrell picked up some files.
"Guys, we have a new lead on the antique losers so get packed you're off to Canada" the D.S stated walking up to Terrell's desk, which was near Sammo's.
Terrell and Sammo exchanged glances,
"Hold on mam but shouldn't it be dealt by the Canadian police department? I mean it's their territory".
"Terrell let me remind you of your position and about questioning your inferiors. The Canadian police need back up; they don't have much of a profile on these guys and as yet do not have any reports of any dealing or such like. They have granted several nations to send in their detectives for 1 month. This is a very special grant and I do not want you to muck it up, understood?"
They nodded a little bit ill at ease.
"When do we leave?" Grace asked as she stood next to Sammo, arms crossed.
"You three leave tomorrow, ten O'clock sharp" with that she turned to leave.
"Aren't you accompanying us to make sure we don't make a complete bust of it?"
D.S. gave a small smile,
"My help is more important here. Sorry to disappoint you".
Once the stern figure had left the three of them started to cheer and dance with relief. That woman was really starting to get to them right where it hurts.
"Oh by the way" they stopped mid cheer as the D.S stuck her head around the screen, "There's an officer from another department accompanying you so that you don't mess up the whole operation. You'll be issued with the data and reports tomorrow".
The happy smiles were wiped away; she smirked to herself.
"Great! Another bossy, stuck up officer to put up with, man this is going to be hell".
Sammo put a comforting arm on Terrell's.
"Shirley? Shirley Holmes?" a girl asked as Bo and Shirley sat down in the Quazer's Café.
"Yes? Alexanna?"
"Hi!"
"Hi, sit down".
"Thanks!"
Bo studied the girl, she looked to be the same age as them, her hair was short and medium brown and there was something mystical about those green eyes.
"You must be Bo. I've heard a lot about you".
Bo grinned and shoved Shirley.
"It had better all of been good!"
They laughed, Alexanna felt herself relax; she had always been reticent with everyone her age.
"So," Shirley pressed getting straight to the point, "Tell us all you know".
Bo ordered drinks for them and Alex explained about everything. By the end they talked as though they had known each other all their lives.
"So let me guess, being the novice detective here, we need to find out who this DIME master is?" Bo raised his eyebrows at the two girls. They nodded in response with a hint of humour dancing in their eyes,
"I'm just too brainy" Bo added sarcastically.
"So any first plans on how to accomplish this?"
"Well it's getting late, I suggest we make our plans tonight then carry them out first light".
"Why oh why did I agree to this?" Bo moaned softy as well as letting out yet another tired yawn.
It was barely past eight on a Saturday morning, a Saturday! Plus he had been at this for an hour already.
He was about to give up and give the computer a nice thump when a woman approached him,
"Bo? Can I help you?"
Bo looked up at the librarian; she was a friend of his mother,
"Oh hi, Mrs Whitecliff um I'm trying to find out about airports, stations and docks around the Redington area but I'm having no luck".
Mrs Whitecliff laughed,
"Here".
Like a missile she typed in a few words, clicked and typed in more words before Bo could even see what she was doing,
"There you go, if you need any more help I'm over at that desk over there".
Bo scanned the page,
"Oh wow, thanks Mrs W."
She smiled and went back to her work, with her experience she knew that it was useless information to ask why someone was looking up something particular.
Shirley smiled happily to herself; the last shop had definitely not got those strange ornaments from their usual supplier. Her job was to go round every antique shop again and check out anything that looked odd or different. So far three shops on the lower side of Redington had some very interesting items, which didn't seem to belong in them. One was a gold ornament of a hawk with an elegant ring of jewels around its neck. Now that had to be worth something more than the fifty dollars, although Shirley was no expert she knew that those were real jewels around it's neck so she was dying to get back home to her computer.
Checking the list in her pocket Shirley groaned with tedium, there were at least anther five more to check out.
Alex had been up since six, which was very unusual, in fact if it wasn't for the fact that she were in a police station she would be sleepwalking around in only her nightgown.
Last night she had met up again with Alan again and they shared a hotel room. They had talked for ages and Alan had agreed that she could come down to the station with him that morning.
The moment he relented he knew it was a mistake but he had to keep it and he respected Alex nod just because she was close to him but she was a fine detective, even better than him.
Finally that guy had moved, she'd been sitting for like twenty minutes and her feet had chronic pins and needles in them.
As the guy set of for a meeting, Alex appeared out her hiding place and sat down at the computer. Back in Scotland the local police treated her as one of the force and allowed her to use their computers so she had no problems getting into the files. Printing off three copies of the report on the mob she checked in the folder for burglaries and theft. It stored reports from all over the world. One report caught her eye it was a picture of a stolen hawk from Hong Kong, hmm...
"Hey Sammo my man, well it's a fine mornin"
"Hi Terrell"
"Is Grace here yet?"
"Yeah, she's gone off to check the times".
Terrell nodded,
"Maybe this trip will do her good, I mean it's not like she and Lewis were lovers or anything..."
"They were very good friends".
"I know, were good partners an all".
"Who were?"
"Oh, hi Grace, is everything on schedule?
"Yeah, any sign of this officer yet?"
"Nup!"
"Just when you thought you'd get rid of one..." Grace hissed through her teeth, "So any ideas of who it might be?"
"I hope it won't be that cranky guy that we had for a substitute one time".
"Maybe it might be Tremaine" Sammo put in.
"What was that guy like?"
"He was okay".
"Did..." Terrell stopped mid sentence as the doors burst open and a group of men entered in police uniform. As they stepped aside a tall and very sturdy figure stepped forward, his jaw was set tight and there was a cold glint in his eyes.
Grace and Terrell shivered, while Sammo stood up straight, the guy could curdle milk with one look.
Then he stepped aside and there stood...
"Lewis" Grace whispered, shocked beyond belief.
Almost instantly she ran to him, he met her half way and dove into a strong embrace. Sammo and Terrell were not far behind; Grace and Lewis lingered a bit longer than was necessary then let way for the other two,
"Good to see you man" Terrell stuck out his hand and shook his firmly.
"Great to see you, I've missed you all, you to Sammo. How's it going?"
"Fine".
"Uh guys? Unless we want to miss the plane and feel the wrath of Miss Amy then we'd better get a move on!" Grace was already half way through the door.
The others followed her quickly.
"Link! Get me Dr Gloat, now!"
The small man cowered like a puppy then ran out the room. He returned a few minutes later with Gloat who look like the mad doctor out the horror movies.
"Ah Dr Gloat! I hope all is on schedule, perhaps you'd to show me the work your employers have been doing?"
The man half whimpered,
"Yes master, let me show you".
"We have special tools adapted to opening up old antiques - ornaments - once they are opened we can cut out the centre and compact the drugs in then rebuild them so that nobody can tell that it's been tampered with".
"Very good... I trust that all ill be ready by tomorrow night, you know what happens tomorrow".
"Y... y... yes sir".
"It had better be ready otherwise you'll be joining our dear guests in hell".
With that he left the room, Dr Gloat just shook his head,
"Man I should have taken up the job as a librarian".
"So what have you come up with?" Bo asked.
"Well I have a list of strange ornaments but nothing special expect item number five, that was strange".
Shirley passed the list to the Bo, Alex scraped at the chair,
"What was it?"
"It was some kind of bird - a hawk".
Alex froze instantly,
"What did you say?"
Shirley gave a confused frown, something she didn't use often,
"It was an ornament of a hawk..."
"Was it made of something like gold and did it have a ring of jewels around its neck?"
"Y-eah" Shirley said slowly.
Alex frantically dug in her back pocket,
"This it?"
Shirley grabbed the paper and nodded furiously.
"We have a lead, that ornament was stolen two months ago from Hong Kong. The thieves were described exactly as a few members of the antique guys. I thought they were into drugs?"
"I think they're into a lot of things! I think even taking hostages" Bo put in.
"How did you get that?" Shirley asked.
"I was looking through the computer this morning and I came across a page of missing people, seems there's been a few witnesses seeing people you described to us nabbing others".
"Hold on a sec, let's get this all down otherwise we'll get lost" Shirley suggested