We don't own any of the characters from The Phantom of the Opera, although we do rather enjoy borrowing them from time to time, especially Erik!
Forum Alert – I have started a forum entitled: Secrets Left Untold, Q & A. If you would like to join our next round robin that Terpsichore314 is currently writing the first chapter as we speak, please post your name out on the forum. We will be taking the first eight authors. Also I think there was a question if we were only going to have 10 chapters on this story; I can't answer that as we will just have to see where we are led. It was my intention that each author would get to write at least two chapters, but who knows?
Chapter one - ToryD
Chapter two - Terpsichore314
Chapter three - KatieKay90
Chapter four - MJ Mod
Chapter five - LostBluePhantom
Chapter six – Moonshine's Guide
Chapter seven - Phantasmarose
Chapter eight - Susana
Chapter nine - Splendorous Night Unfurled
Chapter ten – Hatred Behind a Mask
A/N: Sorry, this is my first time with a round robin. I hope this is good. I've really liked the other chapters. Sorry this took so long.
Chapter 5 Author-LostBluePhantom
She had called the detective agency. They told her to come down for a meeting. And now she was here. And it cost her something fierce. A headache. The Javert Detective Agency? Complete morons.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, we just can't help you." the inspector apologized. "And why not?" Isabel growled. "She's a hobo for goodness sake! You can't just make sure she has no criminal record? Or spy on her? OR SOMETHING?!" Isabel was nearly at her wits end. For the last hour, she had been trying her hardest to get something out of the incompetent inspector. "Fine. You've left me no choice." Isabel growled, pulling out her cellphone.
"Hello?" asked the voice on the other end. It was a receptionist, she could tell. Isabel took a moment to fake gagging. She hated talking to those overly sunny, happy, perky, people. They made her sick to her stomach.
"Hi. This is Isabel Leigh. I'd like to speak to Governor Dodd please." Isabel said slyly. She still had one last trick up her sleeve.
"He's available right now, do you wish to speak to him?"
No duh. That's why I called in the first place. Isabel thought irritably. She said, "Yes. Yes I do."
Silence for a few moments, and the Governor's rough voice growled on the end, "What is it, Isabel? I don't have time for your petty games. I heard what happened at the house of Mr. Demetrius."
"Father, your private inspectors are morons. Surely you expect good service from all your taxpayers dollars."
"What I expect is my daughter not to call me this much since her stalker-boyfriend dumped her. Isabel, you've had two criminal husbands. Since when do you want an inspector meddling in your affairs?"
"Since Erik dumped me for a hobo,"
"Tell the inspector that he better listen to you, or lose his job, end of story. Goodbye." Silence on the other line. Could he be any crueler? Isabel thought icily. Turning back to the inspector, she said sweetly, "My father, the governor, has insisted that you help me, or his tax auditors will be at your throat.."
Inspector Meguire paled, and then said shakily, "Alright, alright. What is it you need me to do?"
"Find out anything you can about Christine Daae. Who she is, every detail. Down to the shoe size she wore when she was six." Isabel growled fiercely. She blinked in confusion as the inspector nearly jumped back in surprise.
"You know, we're not stalkers . . ."
"You know what I mean! I want a report, next Tuesday."
"We're not some filing company you can order around either!"
"Do you want me to call the Governor again?"
"I don't think he wants you to call him again either." the Inspector growled wryly. "Listen, I can get a team up. We'll get your job done, I promise."
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"Christine stay, at least one more night. You're in now condition to be wandering around. You're still recovering. Dr. Martin will have my head, if I let you leave. Christine, for Ben's sake, if not your own, stay." Erik convinced.
Christine pressed a hand against her side. It stung wildly now. The chaos had brought up the pain in it. "Oh alright. Just one more night. I couldn't possibly impose on you anymore than I have." she murmured quietly.
"It's no trouble," insisted Jeanne. "You need to rest dearie. Isabel is a crazy one, I know that. She'll get over it eventually, and welcome you like a sister. For now, though, you need some rest." Jeanne helped Christine up to her room, and closed the door once Christine was settled under her covers. "Thank you," Christine whispered. "Thank you so much." The door was closed. Behind closed doors, Christine began to cry.