'I just think…'
'No! It was an undercover operation, we were a tribute band, we made the arrest, it's over' snapped Miranda, cutting across Max's protestations.
'But when we were up there, on stage, the crowd going wild…I just think it would be a crime to deny the fans more of that magic.'
They turned off into the office and stopped bickering. A vision in khaki was speaking to their boss. She turned around and saw them in their full 70s glory. She looked delighted, especially as Miranda's costume was rather shorter than Miranda would prefer.
'Ohhhh, nice wig.'
Miranda rolled her eyes in resignation. Max looked delighted. Maria had a thing for blondes, the first thing she told them when she had met them. She'd shooed Max away (they'd both smirked at the novelty of that) and monopolised Miranda.
'Don't get hot under the collar, Blake' he whispered. 'You're going red.'
Miranda shot him a death glare.
'It's the polyester, smart arse' she hissed.
'Diego Gris, the oldest son of one of the wealthiest families on the island is missing' cut in Inés. 'Obviously an investigation like this needs a serious and discreet approach. I thought of you two.'
She flickered her gaze up and down, silently judging their undercover attire and assessing their competence while wearing it.
'I cannot think why' murmured Maria, smirking at the hideously styled wig. Miranda glared at her. Maria's presence meant that they would need her help somewhere along the line. Miranda resigned herself to being subjected to some very unsubtle flirting and Max's smirky comments.
'I have something to report on the matter. Shall we start? I can help you out of your costume if you want. That wig must be hot' offered Maria salaciously.
'No thank you' replied Miranda curtly. She could feel Max's megawatt grin next to her.
It was going to be a long week.