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Chapter 3

"Dwayne, leaving so soon?" Kris asked from the bar when he walked towards her.

"They just started round ten of fighting, I've had enough of it for today. Can't take that much you know. Got to do my beauty sleep now." He grimaced.

Kris smiled.

"Did you make up with Catherine?" He asked.

Kris sucked in some air. "No... She doesn't give me the chance to even speak with her. She's a tough cookie that one."

Dwayne laughed and nodded. He looked back at his colleagues. "You were very outspoken earlier." Dwayne mentioned.

Kris turned towards him. "About?"

"What you said about Camille."

"O yes.." Kris looked at the ground. "Maybe I said too much." She then shrugged as she looked at Camille and Richard. "I was hoping to give Richard a hint."

"The chief doesn't take hints."

"Well, I was pretty straight forward, even he must have picked up on something in the words I told them?"

Dwayne shook his head. "Nah... He really doesn't pick up things like that it seems... He's not that big on hints. And body language is a mystery to him too." Dwayne said as he studied them both now too.

"Well, I don't regret saying these things. Everything I said is true. She's a lovely woman. She deserves love." Kris said as she bended over the bar to see if there were receipts with orders hanging behind it so she could measure how busy Catherine would be the coming half an hour.

"You're the one who has to be with her this evening. I wish you good luck." Dwayne smirked.

Kris grinned at that. "I don't mind. I know her longer then that. She's got a temper, but I meant every word I said. She's practically just a kitten with tiny, very sharp nails who can cut you open if she wants, but on the inside she's all cuddly, warm and loving. If you're not on her wrong side that is... And when they're bantering like that? I just can't help myself."

"You're one cheeky woman." Dwayne told her.

"Cheeky? No, I think it's impatience really. And yes, boldness maybe, because of that." She said mischievously as she gave him an innocent look.

Dwayne smirked at her. He liked this woman. "You've got style all right. I like your honesty." Dwayne admitted as he nodded at her. "Is that really a Dutch thing?"

Kris smiled. "No, I don't think so. It's just... Something I picked up myself." She turned around and leaned her back and elbows on the bar lazily as she studied the others from afar. "I read a few times about people dying. And in these last minutes of their lives what they regretted most was not telling others the way they felt..." She shook her head sadly. "Why wait until those last breathes? Don't people deserve to know how you feel about them sooner? The positive feelings I mean. We are so quick with criticizing others, saying negative things. But what about the good things? The things that really matter? It sometimes almost seems like some sort of taboo. And also, giving people compliments? Some people really have trouble with that. We only live once. So I made a promise to myself; if I like someone, or see something positive, to mention that. If something ever happens to me, I will have said everything to the ones I love. At least... I hope so. You never know of course, but at least I would have tried." Kris smiled at that. "Whether they want to hear it or not..."

"And does that always work out for the best?" Dwayne asked.

She smiled and shrugged. "No, not always. But most of the time it does, so I rather focus on those times."

"Sounds good. Sleep well." Dwayne said cheerful as he left.

Camille walked towards the bar where Kris stood.

"Tired?" Kris asked as she studied Camille.

"Tired?" She asked surprised. "Non."

"Of fighting?"

"Ah... Non. Where is maman?" Camille asked when she didn't see her mother behind the bar. She walked towards the kitchen impatiently.

Kris was surprised to notice that Camille didn't seem tired indeed. She seemed... Invigorated... Full of energy again. Even her eyes were sparkling. Kris looked from Camille at Richard who was sitting next to Fidel. He looked relaxed, calm. It was as if... As if the tiresome bickering and fighting that they had done had been energizing the both of them.

"She's out back." Camille said as she had her hands full with bottles of beer. "Do you want some too?"

"No, thanks. I'm going to walk along the beach and turn in then. See you later?"

"Oui, I won't be too late."

"O, don't mind me." Kris said as she jumped off the barstool. "Enjoy yourself." She kissed Camille's cheek.

Camille's bedroom, next morning.

"What is it?" Kris asked groggily from her side of the bed.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I usually am at this hour. And you are usually getting ready to pick up Richard?" Kris asked as she saw that it was 7 o' clock and Camille was making no effort to get out of bed.

Camille sighed out loud. Huffed.

"What is it?" Kris asked again.

"It's just...I'm worried." Camille sighed. She propped herself up on the headboard.

Kris nestled herself deeper into the blankets as she looked up at Camille from her pillow.

"We have to do this undercover job. First Dwayne was supposed to play my husband. But then it seemed that the criminals know that the man he's supposed to be is white. So the only one left to do the job is Richard. On this whole island. Great."

"Your husband?" Kris mumbled groggily from under her blanket. Camille looked down at her friend.

Camille smirked as she saw how this had peeked her interest and she suddenly managed to let go of cuddling with her pillow and blanket as she straightened herself now too beside Camille. Pulling her blanket close over her shoulders.

"Interesting." Kris mumbled with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Don't start." Camille warned.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just listening and trying to figure out what has you so worried?" She pulled her knees towards her and put her chin on them, staring at Camille.

Camille sighed again as she looked away, in the distance. She shook her head.

"I'm trying to do a job here. And how can the commissioner put me up with someone who is so unexperienced in undercover work? Can you believe it?" Camille asked annoyed. She got up out of bed and began to collect clean clothes from her drawers. "It's not a game. It can be dangerous." She disappeared in her closet and came back with a purple top. "For me too." A brown linen trousers got thrown on the bed. "I Have to be at my best." Camille snapped as she took off her tank top and put on a bra. She walked towards the bathroom. "How can I be that with Richard?!"

Kris narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brows. "Is he really that bad? You said he was so smart."

"Oui, smart." She walked back into the room again. Taking off her shorts and putting on the trousers. "Communication skills? Non..." Camille snapped as she searched for some socks. "Barely..." She muttered. "Can he lie in your face?" She looked at her sneakers. Which one to pick for today? She needed something sportive. Fast, to get through the day. "Non, I don't think so. Can he pretend to be slick and smooth?" She shook her head as she sighed again and dropped herself on the bed. Bending to put on her left sneaker. "Can he play someone's lover?" Camille turned towards Kris and looked pointedly at her, and then gave an immense eye roll.

Kris burst out laughing at that.

"Lover?"

"Oui." Camille muttered as she wrestled her other foot in her sneaker. "Lover. They're quite smitten with each other those two thieves that are in jail now. You know... The ones we have to act like?" Camille asked as she stood up again and put on her watch.

"If the commissioner didn't think he could do it, he wouldn't have proposed it would he?" Kris asked. "It's not like he wants to put you in danger? I suspect that he can estimate the situation?"

"Mostly I would think so." Camille said as she closed the blanket on her side of the bed. And straightened her pillow. "But now I'm doubting it. He seemed so eager to find these diamonds."

"Diamonds? Wow. Interesting. What diamonds?"

Camille shook her head as she sat on the bed again, looking at Kris. "They were stolen from another Island last year. It was a really big case. Some sources think that the man who gives this party has them in his vault. The commissioner wants information about that and wants to find out more about who's at the party."

'But Camille, you really think Richard can't play your husband? Maybe he'll surprise you?" Kris smiled as she thought of something.

Camille studied her face.

"Maybe he's a very passionate lover, once he thaws for a female's charms he turns into this very gentle, experienced, detailed lover."

"Detailed lover? What's that supposed to mean?" Camille asked impatiently as she stood up again and took her bag from the closet.

Kris shrugged. "I guess it's when they give attention to detail."

"O, you just made that up!" Camille shot at Kris as she checked if her wallet was in her bag.

"Yes. Wouldn't that be nice? Having him kiss you everywhere? Taking in every detail of your body..." Kris said in a dreamy voice.

"Who are you thinking of?" Camille asked as she eyed Kris suspiciously.

She shrugged innocently. "No one... Just in general... I would love to have a man like that."

Camille sighed. "Wouldn't we all." She put a water bottle in her bag.

"But? Don't you think he has it in him?" Kris asked again.

Camille stopped rummaging through her bag and looked in the distance, deep in thought. "I don't know... I wouldn't think so, but maybe... Underneath all that stuff and difficulty... Who knows what he keeps hidden there?"

"Wouldn't that be romantic?" Kris pondered out loud as she sighed.

"Ugh!" Camille huffed. "This is not one of your romance novels."

"O yes, I forgot. You rather fight with him all day. And turn up early at his house to catch him in his striped pajamas." Kris accused her. "O, look at the time.. Too late for that now..." She said teasingly.

"Please... I don't turn up that early at all. I just think that when he isn't in his suit..." She shrugged as she sat down again. "I might get the chance to see something from behind these walls."

Kris smiled. Camille sure was going through a lot of trouble to get to know this inspector.

"So, now Patterson ordered us to go practice today."

"Practice what?" Kris asked.

Camille eyed her annoyed at that.

"What? I really don't know what you mean?"

"At how to act as lovers. How to convince others that we are..." Camille said.

"NOOO!" Kris blurted out as she moved towards Camille in a flash. "I have to see that!" She shouted enthusiastic as she wanted to jump out of bed but Camille was just in time to grab her slender wrist.

"Non! You don't!" She warned.

"Ahhhh Camille! Please!"

"NON! It's already difficult enough as it is."

"But I could give you advice?" Kris offered as she pouted.

Camille stood up from the bed. "About what? About detailed love making?" She mocked. "Please. That's not even on topic."

"It could be in your future you know." Kris proposed cheekily as she stretched on her belly and looked at Camille.

"You are not leaving this bed until I'm gone!" Camille ordered.

"O Camille, don't be such a party popper."

"Kris, really." Camille chastised her friend. "This isn't a joke or a game!"

"O Camille." Kris stood up and hugged her friend. "I know, I was just teasing." She smiled softly at her. "It is a bit peculiar isn't it?"

"He's as stiff as a board. That man couldn't even pronounce the word love! Does he even know what love is?!"

"I'll stay away. I know it's serious." Kris assured her.

Camille sighed again. "I know." She muttered. "It's just... "

"You're worried. Like you said." Kris filled in as she dropped on the bed now.

"Oui." She put her bag over her shoulder. "Make it work, the commissioner said. Can you believe that? I have to turn Richard into a lover all of a sudden? How am I supposed to do that?! I'm not some sort of wonder woman?!" Camille sad sadly with a hint of anger. She straightened her back and huffed again. "I can't teach a man how to love or seduce someone... How to play that. What was the commissioner even thinking!? This is craziness!"

"What did Richard think about all of this?"

"Well, what should he think? He's played in theater, he said. As if that's enough for an undercover job! He probably thinks that undercover work is nothing, easy or something." She began to walk and Kris followed her easily. "Stupid man." Camille mumbled.

"Practice. Just practice." She repeated the Commissioners words as she stopped and Kris almost bumped into her. "That's what the commissioner said. Can you believe that? How am I supposed to practice with that stiff man?"

"If anyone knows him, it's you. So if anyone can get through to him, it's you." Kris told her as Camille opened the front door. "And if it doesn't work out today, then it doesn't. And the commissioner will have to face that it's too dangerous like that."

"Oui, you're right."

"Oeee, I love to hear that. Am I allowed to leave the bed now then?" Kris asked teasingly.

Camille rolled her eyes. "As if you're listening to me." She stepped out onto the porch.

"Have a good day Camille, I wish you much luck. I'll think about you."

Camille kissed her friend fondly and left with dread in her shoes...

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