Title: Business and Pleasure, Three
Author: Lisa
Email: lisacheerio_85@yahoo.com
Note: Part Three. Apparently the daughter's name is Katie, but I'm gonna keep calling her Emily. Hehe :P (disclaimer of the first applies here also)
"I don't see why this is such a long operation. All you do is buy some coke off him, eh?" Angie tried her very hardest not to scoff.
"Well, yes, except Reg *thinks* that the target-"
"Jeff Lamenia?"
"Mm," she nodded. "Is importing from overseas shipments. To get information on that I'm going to have to get close to his business dealings, his comings and goings, become familiar with his contacts. You will too."
"Yep."
"Okay and then there'll be the murder charges." She looked over at him, eyes twinkling. "Most people don't exactly admit to murder the first time you meet them.
"Lamenia isn't most people."
"Neither am I, and I still wouldn't do it." There was a pause.
"Have you?"
"What?" she looked over at him. "What have I done?" He didn't laugh.
"Have you ever killed someone?" Angie didn't reply, but it wasn't so obvious that she was hesitating. "I mean, this isn't exactly our first meeting. I think I should know."
"You would judge me on that?" He didn't reply for some time, until shaking his head.
"I don't think I would, because I think you'd only kill someone if you had to."
"Well," she looked away. "I did."
"Just once?" She shrugged.
"That's not important."
"It's the ones you remember, eh?"
"I remember them all, but the ones I remember the most, yeah."
"What did they do?"
"He, uh, was about to kill my friend and his family. There were others, my stalker and that, I mean it's not like we pull the trigger in the normal course of the job-"
"You might have to here." She shrugged.
"I'll do my best to avoid that." She watched him. "Lamenia here we come?" He nodded.
"Yeah, got that."
*
Angie spotted Lamenia as soon as he came within her line of sight and recognised him immediately.
"Louise, who's this?" he demanded, talking of Marty in particular. Who cared about Angie when Louise was around! Louise, his wife, smiled.
"Jeff this is Kayla and her friend Marty. He's done a couple of favours for me, we owe him one."
"Yeah?" Lamenia looked over at Marty. "You look familiar, all right then." Angie watched as he turned and looked her up and down. Hmm, she thought, knowing what he liked to do in his spare time – not that it wasn't in his file already. "What about her?"
"Kayla," Louise replied. "She's going to be helping me in the office. Needs some pocket money." Lamenia chuckled.
"Right-o then. Just make sure she does admin only, nothing too heavy!" Louise nodded.
"I know." Lamenia turned on his heels and left. He was tall, broad and a largish man with a very large presence in any room. Louise, on the other hand was slighter, with long light brown hair streaked with subtle blonde. She smiled over at Angie. "Do you want me to keep showing you around?" Angie nodded.
"Yes thankyou."
"Marty would you like to come?" He shook his head.
"I might wait around down here." Angie nodded also – a perfect opportunity had arisen.
*
Marty waited until both Angie and Louise had gone back upstairs, before looking around for Lamenia. He was nowhere to be seen. Glancing to his left and right at all times, he moved towards the lamp on the side- table near the dining and lounge rooms, quickly and expertly fitting a couple of bugs he'd smuggled into the house in his pockets into the nooks and crannies. Lamenia had a poor track record for bug searches, not like some of the loonies he'd done similar jobs for beforehand.
Marty liked his job at the moment. He wasn't just cleaning, and he liked it. He wondered if it would ever be possible to do more of this work, but in a more honest fashion. Although, as Angie had pointed out only recently, he was getting paid better than she, for doing less in many ways.
In his peripheral he spotted Lamenia walking back from the garden, and went out to meet him on the verandah. The house didn't seem to be as well suited to Melbourne as many of the other upper-class styles, it seemed to be more of a giant double-story Queenslander, but Marty didn't care – it was still very livable.
"They gasbagging still?" Lamenia started. Marty rolled his eyes.
"Showing Kay around the place is what your wife said. She is a very nice woman."
"Mm, she is. Bit homey but good all the same, if you know what I mean!" He winked and Marty laughed. Oh yeah, he knew.
*
Meanwhile Angie roamed the upstairs halls with Louise, and realised that this was an opportunity for some good-quality trust-bonds to form.
"So how long have you been in Melbourne?" Louise asked.
"Oh, a couple of years now. I just haven't had a very good time of it, well, at least up until about six months ago."
"When you met Marty?" Angie smiled.
"Yeah, he's helped me out a bit. I couldn't hold down my last job."
"And what was that?"
"I um, used to work for this company, didn't do much for me in return if you know what I mean? So I left, I wasn't even getting paid standard wages." Louise nodded.
"Well you'll get that here I can assure you." She looked over Angie carefully. "So Kayla-"
"Kay-"
"Kay, are you and Marty close?" Angie laughed politely.
"He's a good friend, we're not 'together.'"
"Ahh, I'll keep that in mind." Anige had no idea why she should want to keep that in mind, but she didn't continue, pretending to look interested as Louise explained which rooms she could enter, which she couldn't...
*
"So how's he going?" Mac grilled late that night back at the factory. Angie shrugged.
"Fine."
"Come on Angie you can't keep us in the dark here."
"He got the bugs into the house."
"Well we know that, we've been listening. Tell him that was good work."
"Mm..."
"Do you have something else on your mind?" She did actually, the fact that she still didn't know where Sam was.
"What, oh, no, nothing."
"Keep it that way then."
"How can I get him to talk on the murder charge?"
"Give that some time. One by one, yeah? Like we discussed."
"What if the bugs pick something up?"
"They won't. Louise and Jeff aren't big talkers."
*
Angie opened the door to her safe house and dumped her bag next to the table and mirror in the entrance. Marty popped his head around the corner. It was a two-bedroom house, doubling as Marty's which Angie was staying at temporarily.
"You're late. I thought you only had to report to your boss?" Angie nodded.
"I did, it didn't take long."
"So where were you?" She didn't answer, not in the mood. "I made dinner. You want some?"
"It'll be cold." Marty smiled.
"I can heat it up! That's what microwaves are for." Angie watched him.
"Mm, do you mind if I just go to bed? I'm really tired, I'm so sorry."
"Narr, it's okay, off you go." She nodded, turning into one of the doors to her left.
*
Marty was sitting on one of the kitchen stools when a mobile began to ring. It wasn't his and so he stood, walking to where Angie had put her things. He leant down and began looking through her bag as the ringing got louder – he was getting closer – but then another sound distracted him, filtering through from the shower in the adjacent room. He stood, ignoring the phone that soon ceased ringing, and listened at the door.
"Ange, you okay?" There was no reply for some time, but then the water turned off.
"Yeah, fine," was the dismal reply. She obviously wasn't, but if she wasn't going to talk about it, he wasn't going to push.
*
Angie lay in bed later that night, wide awake and not trying to get to sleep really, preferring to snuggle in the warm blanket and drown in her troubles. What had she done? It had started off so simply...
~~*~~
"Hey." Angie turned at the familiar hand on her back between her shoulder blades. "How'd it go?"
"Not too bad. Where've you been?" Oscar smiled.
"Around, playing with your tapes and things. You wanna go for a drink?" She nodded.
*
"I need a favour," Angie posed once they were comfortable and nibbling on some spicy crackers at their table.
"Mm?"
"Sam called," she said quickly. "It wasn't long distance." It didn't take Oscar long to work out what that meant – she hadn't gotten on the plane.
"Is she..."
"She's fine, apparently, she hung up on me. Look can you see if you can find anything?" Oscar rubbed his nose.
"I don't know..."
"Please?" Angie's eyes filled with tears and Oscar couldn't help himself. He hated seeing her so easily upsettable. "Oscar-"
"I'll see what I can do."
"Don't go to Mac," she finished. "It's not part of this it's-"
"No, I know, I won't..."
"Promise me!" Oscar nodded, reaching out and touching her cheek.
"I promise, hey, don't cry." Angie looked away.
"I'm not!"
"All right then, look how about we get out of here and talk about this somewhere else?" She hesitated, before nodding.
*
Some time later the conversation had changed as Angie and Oscar sat on her couch.
"Can I ask you," Oscar started as Angie looked over at him. "What do you see in this Marty guy?" Angie smiled.
"How do you mean?"
"Well you do fancy him." She blushed slightly.
"I don't know, he just, he wants to help and understand and well...I don't *fancy* him!" Oscar laughed, pulling her to him around her shoulders playfully.
"Oh yes you do!" She turned, grinning.
"And how do you know?" Oscar's voice softened.
"Cos you used to look at me like that." Angie watched him.
"He doesn't carry a badge." She paused, deciding not to continue defending him. "I, um...Oscar," she reached down and let her fingers run across his jaw. "I still look, you know-" He nodded, letting her relax into him as they kissed.
*
Angie woke to Oscar gently kissing the back of her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist.
"You fell asleep," he whispered, sensing her wake.
"Mm, how long?" She didn't turn around, too comfortable where she was.
"Only half an hour or so..." he drifted off. "Do you have to go back to the safe house?" She nodded.
"You can stay here for the night, if you like, you're always welcome." He nodded.
~~*~~
Angie sighed, back in her makeshift bed, still unable to get to sleep. It's not as though she was worried that it had been meaningless, because it hadn't. For some strange reason she wasn't even worried that Mac would find out. Who cared what Mac knew now? And it wasn't even Marty, she didn't think. She wasn't so sure of what she wanted, she knew that. She missed Oscar, sleeping back in her bed at home, and she wanted to go back to him. Her tears in the shower weren't of shame but moreso relief, that finally she'd been able to – she wasn't sure – forgive him for being a prick? Probably! She smiled slightly.
*
Louise watched Angie working diligently on her filing.
"You've got a knack," she mentioned. Angie grinned.
"For filing? Thanks for the compliment." Louise laughed.
"Oh I know, but don't worry we'll be giving you some more work once it comes along?"
"So it's kind of seasonal then?"
"You could say that. I haven't spoken to Jeff yet, but you'll most likely be in charge of the administration of the whole job."
"Really?" This had to be the drug shipment, Angie thought. "When will that be?"
"We thought it would be in a couple of months, but it seems only two or three weeks now. You're in luck, getting some first hand experience. But you must understand that this particular job is confidential." Angie nodded.
"Oh of course."
*
Pete sat listening at a desk in the factory as Mac came up behind him and leant across, listening in also.
"They've rushed the drugs I guess," Pete mentioned. Mac nodded, smiling.
"Yep they've come under scrutiny at the other end, they want it done quickly so they can cover their tracks before the match falls into the oil so to speak." Pete grinned.
"Always one with words, where's Stoney?" Mac scratched her forehead.
"Um, not here, I'm off to HQ to keep them informed. If he doesn't turn up by the time I get back I'll get on the phone." Pete shrugged it off.
"He will."
*
Oscar opened one eye, squinting at the light filtering in through the sides of Angie's thick curtains. He stretched, rolling out of bed and standing, looking around for his clothes. Hmm, he thought to himself, they weren't exactly in a visible position. He stuck his head out of the door and looked down the short hall to see one of Angie's shoes – she must have worn another pair...
He walked out to the couch in the living area and there they were, right where he'd left them. He walked over, dragging on his shirt and pants as quickly as he could, aware that he was only slightly late for work, before stopping. Something wasn't quite right...He looked around.
"Oh shit," he whispered, realising that it looked as though he was getting dressed in the middle of a tornado path.
*
Pete turned up at Angie's place quickly.
"Where's Mac?" Oscar asked.
"HQ, luckily for you it seems." He grinned. "How come you found this?"
"She wanted me to stop by this morning, pick up a couple of things." Pete nodded, brushing past and looking through the house where uniform and forensics were working hard. It didn't go unnoticed as he walked past the empty rooms that Angie's bed was considerably lived in, considering she wasn't living in it. He looked back at Oscar, following him obliviously. "Do you think it's connected?" Pete sighed.
"I'm hoping not, however this wasn't just a robbery, was it?"
"No there were a couple of photos smashed – it could be robbery." Oscar still couldn't believe he'd slept through it! "What about Angie, she should know." Pete nodded.
"I don't want to freak her out but she'd be the only one to tell what was missing."
*
Marty picked up the phone in the safe house while he was reading the Herald.
"Marty this is Peter, you don't really know me. Friend of Ange's."
"Oh right. She's at work at the moment."
"Mate I need you to contact her and tell her to go back to her house, it's been broken into and she needs to work out what's missing." Marty paused, shocked.
"Sure, I'll call her straight away."
"Thanks."
*
Angie pulled up just before Mac. Meanwhile the uniformed officers couldn't believe it when the fourth plain-clothes arrived, an extremely senior member of the force, who seemed so interested. They spoke to Mac, showing her the information collected, as Angie was swept inside to have a look around.
Mac soon caught up with them, however. They looked around, Pete and Mac not game to ask Oscar any questions, as Angie emerged from the bedroom, looking guilty.
"What's missing?" She hesitated.
"Um, just money and jewellery Mac." She looked over at Oscar. "It was in my room, safe to say a robbery." Angie knew it wasn't Oscar, but he hadn't woken up!
"How much money?"
"I always keep some outside my account in case I ever need to disappear quickly. It's hidden inside a book, about five hundred?" Mac nodded.
"Better fill out a statement then. This doesn't need to be looked into by us."
TBC...
Author: Lisa
Email: lisacheerio_85@yahoo.com
Note: Part Three. Apparently the daughter's name is Katie, but I'm gonna keep calling her Emily. Hehe :P (disclaimer of the first applies here also)
"I don't see why this is such a long operation. All you do is buy some coke off him, eh?" Angie tried her very hardest not to scoff.
"Well, yes, except Reg *thinks* that the target-"
"Jeff Lamenia?"
"Mm," she nodded. "Is importing from overseas shipments. To get information on that I'm going to have to get close to his business dealings, his comings and goings, become familiar with his contacts. You will too."
"Yep."
"Okay and then there'll be the murder charges." She looked over at him, eyes twinkling. "Most people don't exactly admit to murder the first time you meet them.
"Lamenia isn't most people."
"Neither am I, and I still wouldn't do it." There was a pause.
"Have you?"
"What?" she looked over at him. "What have I done?" He didn't laugh.
"Have you ever killed someone?" Angie didn't reply, but it wasn't so obvious that she was hesitating. "I mean, this isn't exactly our first meeting. I think I should know."
"You would judge me on that?" He didn't reply for some time, until shaking his head.
"I don't think I would, because I think you'd only kill someone if you had to."
"Well," she looked away. "I did."
"Just once?" She shrugged.
"That's not important."
"It's the ones you remember, eh?"
"I remember them all, but the ones I remember the most, yeah."
"What did they do?"
"He, uh, was about to kill my friend and his family. There were others, my stalker and that, I mean it's not like we pull the trigger in the normal course of the job-"
"You might have to here." She shrugged.
"I'll do my best to avoid that." She watched him. "Lamenia here we come?" He nodded.
"Yeah, got that."
*
Angie spotted Lamenia as soon as he came within her line of sight and recognised him immediately.
"Louise, who's this?" he demanded, talking of Marty in particular. Who cared about Angie when Louise was around! Louise, his wife, smiled.
"Jeff this is Kayla and her friend Marty. He's done a couple of favours for me, we owe him one."
"Yeah?" Lamenia looked over at Marty. "You look familiar, all right then." Angie watched as he turned and looked her up and down. Hmm, she thought, knowing what he liked to do in his spare time – not that it wasn't in his file already. "What about her?"
"Kayla," Louise replied. "She's going to be helping me in the office. Needs some pocket money." Lamenia chuckled.
"Right-o then. Just make sure she does admin only, nothing too heavy!" Louise nodded.
"I know." Lamenia turned on his heels and left. He was tall, broad and a largish man with a very large presence in any room. Louise, on the other hand was slighter, with long light brown hair streaked with subtle blonde. She smiled over at Angie. "Do you want me to keep showing you around?" Angie nodded.
"Yes thankyou."
"Marty would you like to come?" He shook his head.
"I might wait around down here." Angie nodded also – a perfect opportunity had arisen.
*
Marty waited until both Angie and Louise had gone back upstairs, before looking around for Lamenia. He was nowhere to be seen. Glancing to his left and right at all times, he moved towards the lamp on the side- table near the dining and lounge rooms, quickly and expertly fitting a couple of bugs he'd smuggled into the house in his pockets into the nooks and crannies. Lamenia had a poor track record for bug searches, not like some of the loonies he'd done similar jobs for beforehand.
Marty liked his job at the moment. He wasn't just cleaning, and he liked it. He wondered if it would ever be possible to do more of this work, but in a more honest fashion. Although, as Angie had pointed out only recently, he was getting paid better than she, for doing less in many ways.
In his peripheral he spotted Lamenia walking back from the garden, and went out to meet him on the verandah. The house didn't seem to be as well suited to Melbourne as many of the other upper-class styles, it seemed to be more of a giant double-story Queenslander, but Marty didn't care – it was still very livable.
"They gasbagging still?" Lamenia started. Marty rolled his eyes.
"Showing Kay around the place is what your wife said. She is a very nice woman."
"Mm, she is. Bit homey but good all the same, if you know what I mean!" He winked and Marty laughed. Oh yeah, he knew.
*
Meanwhile Angie roamed the upstairs halls with Louise, and realised that this was an opportunity for some good-quality trust-bonds to form.
"So how long have you been in Melbourne?" Louise asked.
"Oh, a couple of years now. I just haven't had a very good time of it, well, at least up until about six months ago."
"When you met Marty?" Angie smiled.
"Yeah, he's helped me out a bit. I couldn't hold down my last job."
"And what was that?"
"I um, used to work for this company, didn't do much for me in return if you know what I mean? So I left, I wasn't even getting paid standard wages." Louise nodded.
"Well you'll get that here I can assure you." She looked over Angie carefully. "So Kayla-"
"Kay-"
"Kay, are you and Marty close?" Angie laughed politely.
"He's a good friend, we're not 'together.'"
"Ahh, I'll keep that in mind." Anige had no idea why she should want to keep that in mind, but she didn't continue, pretending to look interested as Louise explained which rooms she could enter, which she couldn't...
*
"So how's he going?" Mac grilled late that night back at the factory. Angie shrugged.
"Fine."
"Come on Angie you can't keep us in the dark here."
"He got the bugs into the house."
"Well we know that, we've been listening. Tell him that was good work."
"Mm..."
"Do you have something else on your mind?" She did actually, the fact that she still didn't know where Sam was.
"What, oh, no, nothing."
"Keep it that way then."
"How can I get him to talk on the murder charge?"
"Give that some time. One by one, yeah? Like we discussed."
"What if the bugs pick something up?"
"They won't. Louise and Jeff aren't big talkers."
*
Angie opened the door to her safe house and dumped her bag next to the table and mirror in the entrance. Marty popped his head around the corner. It was a two-bedroom house, doubling as Marty's which Angie was staying at temporarily.
"You're late. I thought you only had to report to your boss?" Angie nodded.
"I did, it didn't take long."
"So where were you?" She didn't answer, not in the mood. "I made dinner. You want some?"
"It'll be cold." Marty smiled.
"I can heat it up! That's what microwaves are for." Angie watched him.
"Mm, do you mind if I just go to bed? I'm really tired, I'm so sorry."
"Narr, it's okay, off you go." She nodded, turning into one of the doors to her left.
*
Marty was sitting on one of the kitchen stools when a mobile began to ring. It wasn't his and so he stood, walking to where Angie had put her things. He leant down and began looking through her bag as the ringing got louder – he was getting closer – but then another sound distracted him, filtering through from the shower in the adjacent room. He stood, ignoring the phone that soon ceased ringing, and listened at the door.
"Ange, you okay?" There was no reply for some time, but then the water turned off.
"Yeah, fine," was the dismal reply. She obviously wasn't, but if she wasn't going to talk about it, he wasn't going to push.
*
Angie lay in bed later that night, wide awake and not trying to get to sleep really, preferring to snuggle in the warm blanket and drown in her troubles. What had she done? It had started off so simply...
~~*~~
"Hey." Angie turned at the familiar hand on her back between her shoulder blades. "How'd it go?"
"Not too bad. Where've you been?" Oscar smiled.
"Around, playing with your tapes and things. You wanna go for a drink?" She nodded.
*
"I need a favour," Angie posed once they were comfortable and nibbling on some spicy crackers at their table.
"Mm?"
"Sam called," she said quickly. "It wasn't long distance." It didn't take Oscar long to work out what that meant – she hadn't gotten on the plane.
"Is she..."
"She's fine, apparently, she hung up on me. Look can you see if you can find anything?" Oscar rubbed his nose.
"I don't know..."
"Please?" Angie's eyes filled with tears and Oscar couldn't help himself. He hated seeing her so easily upsettable. "Oscar-"
"I'll see what I can do."
"Don't go to Mac," she finished. "It's not part of this it's-"
"No, I know, I won't..."
"Promise me!" Oscar nodded, reaching out and touching her cheek.
"I promise, hey, don't cry." Angie looked away.
"I'm not!"
"All right then, look how about we get out of here and talk about this somewhere else?" She hesitated, before nodding.
*
Some time later the conversation had changed as Angie and Oscar sat on her couch.
"Can I ask you," Oscar started as Angie looked over at him. "What do you see in this Marty guy?" Angie smiled.
"How do you mean?"
"Well you do fancy him." She blushed slightly.
"I don't know, he just, he wants to help and understand and well...I don't *fancy* him!" Oscar laughed, pulling her to him around her shoulders playfully.
"Oh yes you do!" She turned, grinning.
"And how do you know?" Oscar's voice softened.
"Cos you used to look at me like that." Angie watched him.
"He doesn't carry a badge." She paused, deciding not to continue defending him. "I, um...Oscar," she reached down and let her fingers run across his jaw. "I still look, you know-" He nodded, letting her relax into him as they kissed.
*
Angie woke to Oscar gently kissing the back of her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist.
"You fell asleep," he whispered, sensing her wake.
"Mm, how long?" She didn't turn around, too comfortable where she was.
"Only half an hour or so..." he drifted off. "Do you have to go back to the safe house?" She nodded.
"You can stay here for the night, if you like, you're always welcome." He nodded.
~~*~~
Angie sighed, back in her makeshift bed, still unable to get to sleep. It's not as though she was worried that it had been meaningless, because it hadn't. For some strange reason she wasn't even worried that Mac would find out. Who cared what Mac knew now? And it wasn't even Marty, she didn't think. She wasn't so sure of what she wanted, she knew that. She missed Oscar, sleeping back in her bed at home, and she wanted to go back to him. Her tears in the shower weren't of shame but moreso relief, that finally she'd been able to – she wasn't sure – forgive him for being a prick? Probably! She smiled slightly.
*
Louise watched Angie working diligently on her filing.
"You've got a knack," she mentioned. Angie grinned.
"For filing? Thanks for the compliment." Louise laughed.
"Oh I know, but don't worry we'll be giving you some more work once it comes along?"
"So it's kind of seasonal then?"
"You could say that. I haven't spoken to Jeff yet, but you'll most likely be in charge of the administration of the whole job."
"Really?" This had to be the drug shipment, Angie thought. "When will that be?"
"We thought it would be in a couple of months, but it seems only two or three weeks now. You're in luck, getting some first hand experience. But you must understand that this particular job is confidential." Angie nodded.
"Oh of course."
*
Pete sat listening at a desk in the factory as Mac came up behind him and leant across, listening in also.
"They've rushed the drugs I guess," Pete mentioned. Mac nodded, smiling.
"Yep they've come under scrutiny at the other end, they want it done quickly so they can cover their tracks before the match falls into the oil so to speak." Pete grinned.
"Always one with words, where's Stoney?" Mac scratched her forehead.
"Um, not here, I'm off to HQ to keep them informed. If he doesn't turn up by the time I get back I'll get on the phone." Pete shrugged it off.
"He will."
*
Oscar opened one eye, squinting at the light filtering in through the sides of Angie's thick curtains. He stretched, rolling out of bed and standing, looking around for his clothes. Hmm, he thought to himself, they weren't exactly in a visible position. He stuck his head out of the door and looked down the short hall to see one of Angie's shoes – she must have worn another pair...
He walked out to the couch in the living area and there they were, right where he'd left them. He walked over, dragging on his shirt and pants as quickly as he could, aware that he was only slightly late for work, before stopping. Something wasn't quite right...He looked around.
"Oh shit," he whispered, realising that it looked as though he was getting dressed in the middle of a tornado path.
*
Pete turned up at Angie's place quickly.
"Where's Mac?" Oscar asked.
"HQ, luckily for you it seems." He grinned. "How come you found this?"
"She wanted me to stop by this morning, pick up a couple of things." Pete nodded, brushing past and looking through the house where uniform and forensics were working hard. It didn't go unnoticed as he walked past the empty rooms that Angie's bed was considerably lived in, considering she wasn't living in it. He looked back at Oscar, following him obliviously. "Do you think it's connected?" Pete sighed.
"I'm hoping not, however this wasn't just a robbery, was it?"
"No there were a couple of photos smashed – it could be robbery." Oscar still couldn't believe he'd slept through it! "What about Angie, she should know." Pete nodded.
"I don't want to freak her out but she'd be the only one to tell what was missing."
*
Marty picked up the phone in the safe house while he was reading the Herald.
"Marty this is Peter, you don't really know me. Friend of Ange's."
"Oh right. She's at work at the moment."
"Mate I need you to contact her and tell her to go back to her house, it's been broken into and she needs to work out what's missing." Marty paused, shocked.
"Sure, I'll call her straight away."
"Thanks."
*
Angie pulled up just before Mac. Meanwhile the uniformed officers couldn't believe it when the fourth plain-clothes arrived, an extremely senior member of the force, who seemed so interested. They spoke to Mac, showing her the information collected, as Angie was swept inside to have a look around.
Mac soon caught up with them, however. They looked around, Pete and Mac not game to ask Oscar any questions, as Angie emerged from the bedroom, looking guilty.
"What's missing?" She hesitated.
"Um, just money and jewellery Mac." She looked over at Oscar. "It was in my room, safe to say a robbery." Angie knew it wasn't Oscar, but he hadn't woken up!
"How much money?"
"I always keep some outside my account in case I ever need to disappear quickly. It's hidden inside a book, about five hundred?" Mac nodded.
"Better fill out a statement then. This doesn't need to be looked into by us."
TBC...