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The Coward
By Mark Annetts
rambling introduction/disclaimer:
This is one of those uber things that rather
cleverly gets around any unfortunate copyright nonsense. But between you and
me, the two main characters do bear an uncanny resemblance to two of Greece's
finest. Well, Greece in a sort of Texan and New-Zealanderish kind of way, if
you know what I mean.
Anyway, this is about a rich kid from
California and a stoical private eye from London, and how their courage changed
the world. Or something.
The only warning I can give is that at one
point two women get hot and sweaty with each other, in amongst all the car
chases, huge punch-ups, and massive explosions. Now really, come on, people, this
is the twenty-first century. Surely love is love and hardly requiring any such
warning, is it?
By the way, I might have exaggerated the action
a little bit. Well, quite a lot, really. Sorry about that. And to be honest the
sex is pretty tame, too. Oops.
Serious bit:
I'd like to thank the Bards' Village for
enduring the early versions and being kind enough to point out my many
shortcomings. I'd especially like to thank Stacia for her fabulous proofing,
without whom this story would be riddled with ofs instead of offs and yours
instead of you'res etc. So, if you think it's bad now, just imagine how awful
it was before Stacia spinkled her magic dust on it. :)
Part One
The man took the proffered report but didn't
bother reading it. Instead he dropped it to the floor next to his briefcase.
"What does it say?" he asked.
"If you read it, you'll know," came the
terse reply. The two people seated on either side of the desk in the small,
neat office stared at each other. The only sound was from the gently oscillating
desk fan that despite its name was perched on a filing cabinet.
"I'm a busy man, I have people to read these
things for me. I don't have time."
"Fine, then get one of them to read it for
"Look, I've paid you a lot of money for this,
I expect a little effort on your part."
"Okay, bottom line. Yes, your wife's seeing
someone else. Several someones, in fact. Now if that's all, I've got other
cases to work on, thank you and good day." The woman turned to her
computer screen and began moving the mouse.
The man made no move to get up or leave. "You
don't like me much, do you?"
"Not much," she said, without looking
away from the screen.
"But enough to take my money?"
"You got what you wanted, I got what I
wanted. Whad'ya want, my private telephone number?"
"Would you give it?"
"Didn't think so." He paused a moment.
"So, you going to tell me what I want to know?"
"I thought you were a busy man?"
"So, I'll just get my secretary to
reschedule. No big deal."
The woman stopped studying her computer and turned
to the man. She sighed and nodded. "All right, here's the fuller version.
I followed your wife from her place of work to a hotel in Mayfair. There she
met someone and they went to her room. Did that several times in fact. Last
Friday the pattern changed. Two hours after the meeting in the hotel she left
with yet another person. I followed her and the third person to a night-club.
There, I managed to videotape them being intimate in a cubicle in the ladies.
The tape's in the folder, enjoy it at your leisure. Now, if there really is
nothing else..." She held out her hand to the office door.
"Was there any trouble?"
"None that I couldn't handle."
"Your wife's companion spotted me taping them
and urged the club's bouncers to recover the tape."
"They didn't get it, I take it?"
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
He studied the woman across the desk from him.
"Why don't you like me?"
"Any reason why I should?"
"I'm a likeable person. If you'd let me, I
could prove it to you."
"Not if you were the last man on the
The man smiled a thin, humourless smile. He stood
up, placing the folder in his briefcase and closing it with a snap. "Maybe
next time, Ms Farmer." He held out his hand to shake, but she ignored it,
returning instead to her screen.
"Make sure you close the door on your way
He abruptly turned and marched from the room,
slamming the door with a loud bang.
"Arsehole," the woman muttered under her
breath. In truth, she felt desperately sorry for the woman she'd been paid to
spy on. The woman's husband was a hypocrite and an arrogant chauvinist. A man
who considered it perfectly acceptable to have a string of mistresses, but
thought nothing of setting a private detective onto his wife for trying the
same thing.
She smiled at the thought of the look on his face
when he got home and watched the tape and found his wife was two-timing him
with other women. 'Serves him right,' she chuckled mentally.
After a moment the amusement stopped and the woman
sighed. Catching her own reflection in the monitor screen she contemplated it
in silence. The brief flash of despair and longing she saw in the piercing eyes
staring back at her tightened into a scowl followed swiftly by a grunt of
self-disgust. Angrily she switched off the screen and stood up. 'Damn it,
time to go home,' she decided. Not that she particularly wanted to do what
waited for her at home, but at least it would be away from the four small walls
suddenly pressing in on her.
She meticulously locked all the cabinets and
switched off the lights and set the intruder alarm. The brass sign on the door
needed a proper polish but that could wait for another day; "Terry Farmer,
Private Investigations." Her father's name still standing proud. She
touched the plate with her hand, feeling the familiar tingle and reassuring
sense of comfort. He was still there, keeping a watchful eye -- she could feel
'Getting soft in my old age,' she thought. She held her hand up in front of her face,
extending her fingers with isometric tension, staring intently at it, looking
for any signs of loss of control. The hand remained steady as a rock, despite
the muscles flexing under the skin. Good.
Turning thirty hadn't diminished her physical
strength and control. She rubbed the hand across her face and frowned. 'Come
on, Farmer, get your act together, what if Mr Vadgamma came out of his little
office over there and saw you studying your hand?' She smiled briefly at
the thought of trying to explain to her neighbour what she might be doing. Not that
he'd be so impolite as to question anything she might choose to do, of course.
Not least of all because she was over a foot taller than he was. But he was a
sweetie and always bid her a smiling good morning when they met on the stairs,
always asking how the business of investigating privately was doing. She always
smiled back graciously and said it was doing as well as could be expected. He
would nod sagely, lift his hat and bow slightly as they passed each other on
their respective ways. She turned and left the building.
Reaching her motorbike in the small carpark
reserved for the office block, she unlocked the seat holding her crash helmet
and crammed it on her head, not bothering to tidy away her long black hair. The
large Japanese bike throbbed into life at the touch of a button, as she zipped
up her leather jacket. Twenty minutes later she was pulling into the
underground carpark of the block of luxury flats on Chelsea embankment, where
she lived, overlooking the river Thames. Her father may have founded the
company, but it was Teri's hard work, skills and determination that had made it
into a highly successful business. Good enough to buy a fancy high-rise
apartment and a few expensive toys that she rarely bothered with, plus a bank
account that simply grew and grew.
Both her parents were dead and she was an only
child. She'd never been married, not even close, not during her time in
university, nor her short stay in the army, nor later her even shorter say in
the police force. Like money, matrimony and a family just weren't anything that
had ever interested her. Being left alone was her main priority in life. Work,
keeping fit, and earning money were simply means to that end. A family and kids
were so far down the list as to have fallen off it, sometime just prior to her
teens. Nothing and no one had ever come along to make her reassess the
The apartment was large by London standards, but
then it had cost over two million pounds, so it should be. Large plate glass
windows covered one end, looking out onto a narrow balcony overhanging the
river. The interior was minimalist, some would say Spartan. A wood floor, a few
leather chairs and a sofa, a large plasma screen TV, a few small tables, one of
them with a laptop computer on it, and an expensive stereo that rarely got
switched on, were all that were visible. A single photograph of her parents
hung on one wall.
An expensively equipped kitchen, two very large
bedrooms and bathroom completed the two million pounds' worth. Not a lot,
considering that amount could buy a mansion in some parts of Britain. But
London was where the well-paying clientele expected her to be, so that's where
she was. Having far more work being offered to her than she could actually deal
with left her in the enviable position of being able to pick and choose what
she wanted to do. But even she wasn't stupid enough to turn down the head of an
international company prepared to pay ridiculous amounts of money to keep tabs
on his errant wife.
Terri hung up her helmet on the coat rack by the
front door and removed her jacket, hanging it next to the helmet. It was the
one of the two or three nights a week she set aside for a serious work out.
She'd been doing it for so long that she neither particularly looked forward to
it nor tried to excuse herself from it. It was just something she always did
every Sunday, Wednesday and Friday, and that was that.
She stopped on the way to her bedroom to collect a
small bottle of spring water from the fridge in the kitchen, dropping her
motorbike keys into the small dish on top of the worksurface. In the bedroom
she peeled off her working clothes, down to her sports bra and panties, and
tied back her hair into a ponytail. Pulling on some tight cycle shorts she
opened her large, mostly empty fitted wardrobe and pulled out a metal pole and
a shaped metal bar.
Having snapped the round pole into some recessed
lugs in the doorway to her bedroom, she stooped and snapped the shaped piece
into lugs on the floor. Now all that was needed was to turn on the TV, without
any sound, and time her repetitions to the programmes running silently in the
She eased into the chin-ups with fifty swift
two-handed ones. Dropping to the floor, she slid into the two feet holders,
provided by the shaped metal bar, and did a rapid fifty sit-ups. All the while
her mind remained in neutral as she watched the images float by on the large
screen, and her body toned itself on auto pilot. Fifty excruciatingly slow
chin-ups, followed by fifty slow sit-ups. On and on it went, as Teri pushed her
body harder and harder, switching motions as the mood took her. Sometimes
single handed, sometimes with added twists and turns.
So superbly fit was she that it took longer and
longer to reach any sort of pain barrier, but that didn't matter. She wasn't
going anywhere and had nothing else she'd rather be doing.
A sheen of sweat enveloped her body as her
breathing became slightly ragged, but still she pressed on, and would have
continued for several hundred more repetitions had not something extraordinary
and completely unexpected happened. Her door-bell rang.
Somewhat shocked, Terri reached for the TV's
remote and pressed a button. CNN was instantly replaced with a large fish-eyed
image of a young woman standing expectantly at her front door. More
inexplicable was that it wasn't someone that Terri recognised -- though, now
that she looked more closely, the woman did look familiar for some reason. Her
private address was a well-guarded secret, so no one should be here that she
didn't know personally, and she really didn't know that many people.
Frowning, she unhooked her feet from the floor
loops and walked to the door. She pressed the intercom button. "Yes?"
She watched the woman jump at the unexpected
voice. The woman looked around startled, finally noticing the speaker in the
door frame. Hesitantly the woman leant forward and spoke into the speaker.
"Ms... Ms Farmer?"
"What do you want?"
"I'd like to talk to Ms Farmer... please,
Ma'am." The distinctive burr of an American accent came through the
"What if she doesn't want to talk to
The woman frowned and stepped back, a look of
surprise, quickly followed by anger, on her face. For some reason it made Terri
smile. Cute indignation suited the strange blonde standing outside her front
door, she decided. Sighing, she reached a decision and flung back the door,
startling the woman once again.
"I'm sort of busy at the moment, what is it
that you want?"
The blonde woman simply stood and stared at the
apparition in front of her, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. It was as
if a Greek goddess had suddenly materialised in front of her. Terri leaned
forward and snapped her fingers in front of the woman's face.
"Hey! Whad'ya doing?" the blonde
reacted, her mental processes kicking back into action.
"Look, love, I'm sweaty, hungry and
pumping," she said, turning her arm over and presenting it to the blonde
"And I don't really want to be standing out here talking to you. If you've
got something to say to me, then say it so we can both get on with our lives,
The woman peered at the proffered arm and gulped.
Clearly, watching blood pulse and pump in Terri's veins and arteries in quite
such an alarming manner was not something she wanted to be really looking at,
but, like a car crash, was apparently something she couldn't look away from.
"Man, that's gross." Her nose wrinkled
in disgust. "What the hell are doing to your... self?" she said,
looking up into piercing blue eyes that simply stole her voice once more.
"Oh for god's sake, I'm exercising, what does
it look like?"
"Eeeww... does it hurt?"
Terri frowned at the unexpected question.
"Does what hurt?"
"All that blood shooting around."
Terri looked at her arm, slightly puzzled, as if
noticing the excessive bloodflow for the first time. "Er, no... it always
does that when you exercise really hard."
"Wow." was all the blonde said for a
moment. "I've been going to the gym all my life and I've never seen that
before, on anyone."
"Yeah, well... maybe they don't push quite as
hard as I do." Terri almost grinned, but managed to stop herself. She
could feel the pumping slowing down, returning to normal, the veins sinking
back to just below the surface. It would take another long time to get them
back up. She sighed. "What is it you want, Miss..."
"Nikkoletta Takis, but everyone calls me
Nikki," the blonde said, holding out her hand. Terri wiped her hand on her
shorts and grudgingly accepted the proffered hand. Nikki gave her a
surprisingly firm handshake.
"What can I do for you, Miss Takis?"
"I'd like to hire you to be my bodyguard for
a short while."
"I'm a private detective, not a bodyguard.
And how did you find my home address, by the way?"
"You're kinda direct, ain't you?"
"So I've been told, and you didn't answer my
"Oh, right. Er, well, I kinda had my dad's
people do some checking up on you. You're not easy to track down, that's for
sure." Her beaming smile, along with her bubbly character, was infectious
and Terri found herself giving into the grin after all.
Terri noted the young woman's expensive clothing,
the mental wheels turning in their usual precise fashion. The name Takis and
money made a quick connection. "Let me guess, Dad wouldn't be Alexander
Takis, Greek shipping magnate, by any chance?"
"That's my dad!" grinned Nikki.
Shaking her head, Terri stepped back. "I
suppose you'd better come in, now that you've found me."
"Thank you, I know you won't regret it."
"Wanna bet?" Teri mumbled to herself
"Nice view." Nikki said, peering out of
the window at the floodlit river.
"Yeah, I suppose," responded Teri,
gloomily, taking a sip of water from her bottle and coming up to stand beside
Nikki looked at her expectantly.
"What?" Terri said frowning. Nikki
looked pointedly at Terri's drink. "Oh, er, right... would you like a
drink... or something."
"You're not one for socialising, are
you," Nikki said, smiling once more at Terri's discomfort.
"Only when I have to be. Well?"
"Well what?"
"Want a drink, or not?"
Nikki's grin grew wider. "Sure, thanks. I'd
like a beer, if you've got one."
"Sorry, don't drink. Water, milk, or there
might be some tea, that's about all I can offer."
"Not even coffee?"
Terri shook her head. "Don't care for
"And you don't have guests who might?"
"I see. Well, tea would be nice."
"Figures." Terri gave her a sour look,
and padded off to the kitchen. Nikki looked around the apartment, noting the
expensive but minimal furnishings. She sat down on the large leather settee to
wait for her drink. Terri eventually returned with a mug with a picture of
Buffy The Vampire Slayer on the side and handed it to Nikki.
"Nice... mug."
"Thanks," Terri said, sitting on one of
the low tables, opposite the couch Nikki was sitting on. "Now, what is it
you want?" she asked her visitor.
"I told you, I need a bodyguard."
"Why?" Terri said, sipping from her
bottle again.
"I think someone wants to hurt me." Her
guest's sudden change from happy-go-lucky to barely masked pain caught Terri
unawares, leaving her slightly tongue-tied.
"What makes... I mean who... why would you
think that?" She gulped a mouthful of water from her bottle quickly.
"You mean you're interested now?"
"Maybe," Terri replied, wiping the back
of her hand across her mouth. Something about Nikki was keeping her flat-footed
and off balance. It wasn't a feeling she cared for. Here she was, not only
letting a perfect stranger into her own home, but even seriously considering
putting all her other clients on hold to come to the stranger's aid. And for
the life of her she couldn't work out why. "So, why me, why not one of
your dad's people?"
"I... I don't trust any of them. They might
be involved. And the other night, when I saw what you could do, well, it didn't
take much to realise I'd found what I was looking for."
"You saw me?"
"Yeah, taking out those three big butch types
in the club, like they were nothing, nothing at all. Wow, that was so
Terri frowned a moment. "You were at the gay
"Sure. Whenever I'm in London I often as not end
up there, see a few old friends, have drink, relax a little."
With her brain still not quite up to speed, Terri
blundered on. "So, were you visiting, or are you erm... uh, erm..."
"Lesbian, that the word you're looking
"Erm, yeah, I guess so," Terri said,
slightly sheepishly.
"What if I am?"
"Nothing. Just a bit surprised is all."
"Why, do I have 'hetero' stamped on my
forehead or something?" Nikki's mood had changed like the flick of a
switch. Gone was the cheerful good nature, to be replaced by brittle antagonism
and narrowed eyes.
"Hey, back up a little, will ya," said
Terri, holding up her arms in surrender. "Look, I'm sorry, okay. If I've
offended you then I apologise. It wasn't intended, and to answer your question,
no, it doesn't bother me, nor is it really any of my concern."
Nikki's grimace remained for a few moments, then
relaxed back into the happy mood of before. "I'm sorry too, guess I jumped
in with both feet there for a minute. It's just that sometimes I get so sick of
it all. The prejudice, I mean, especially from other women."
"S'okay, I understand. Really I do, I get
enough crap myself. Not a suitable job for a woman, don't you know," Terri
said, attempting a small, and for her, friendly smile.
"I doubt you suffer crap from anyone,"
Nikki said with a grin.
"You'd be surprised."
They stared at each other for a moment, assessing
what each had said. Terri blinked and looked away, breaking the connection.
Clearing her throat, she said "You didn't
answer my question."
"Yes I did," Nikki replied, her eyes
twinkling. "I am a lesbian."
"No... I er... mean why do you think someone
wants to hurt you?" Terri said, realising too late that Nikki was teasing
her. She blushed faintly, quickly looking out the window to try and hide it.
"Anyone ever tell you how pretty you look
when you blush?"
"Er... no," said Terri, blushing even
"Hey, it's all right, I was only joking with
ya," Nikki said, reaching out to touch Terri's arm.
Terri coiled back as if stung, her eyes blazing.
She rounded on Nikki in an instinctive defence posture. Nikki couldn't help
yelping as she too stepped back in surprise, so fast had Terri moved, and so
suddenly had she changed her whole body language to one of quite terrifying
"Whoa there, Tiger, I meant nothing by
it," she stammered. "Hey, the little ol' lesbian won't be touching
you no more," she said, holding up her hands as if to prove her point.
Terri blinked, her whole body rigid with
controlled tension. She slowly relaxed and dropped her raised hands, then stooped
to picked up the thankfully nearly empty plastic bottle she'd dropped when her
natural defences took over.
"Erm, I... I'm sorry about that. I don't like
anyone touching me... unexpectedly."
"So I can see," Nikki said, frostily.
"Now don't go getting like that, male or
female, it would've made no difference."
"Yeah, right, I understand. I understand
Terri's expression dropped into a stone wall.
"Maybe it would be best if you looked for someone else to help you with
your problems, Ms Takis," her voice devoid of any intonation.
"If that's what you think best," Nikki
replied. Terri just nodded, her face giving nothing away.
Nikki looked into Terri's expressionless eyes for
a moment, then scowled. "Fine!" and with that abruptly left, slamming
the apartment door as she went.
"Well, that went well, I thought," Terri
said gloomily, to an empty room, unaccountably angry with herself. The
apartment suddenly seemed empty of life now that the tempestuous Ms Takis had left.
She sighed loudly, rubbed her eyes and sank down onto the leather couch,
leaning her head back and keeping her eyes firmly closed. For the first time in
a long time it dawned on her just how lifeless her so-called home really was.
Having sat motionless for more than ten minutes
Terri finally summoned up the effort to raise herself from the settee and set
about putting the exercise bars away for another day. As she was closing the
wardrobe a gentle knock came from her front door. It couldn't be, she decided
and ignored it. But it came again, this time even more gently if that was
"What is this, Piccadilly Circus?" she
scowled. Marching to the door she flung it open, ready to explain just
precisely why it was such a bad idea to be knocking on her door, but her words
were abruptly held in check. Nikki stood there, her eyes nearly closed, gently
swaying as if about to collapse. Her skin was ashen, draining the colour from
her normal California tan.
"Would you be kind enough to call me an
ambulance, I seem to... have had... something of an accident." Her eyes
rolled up as she collapsed soundlessly to the floor. Which she would have hit
quite hard had Terri not caught her. Only then did Terri see the trail of blood
down the corridor and feel her hands getting wet. Peering over Nikki's slumped
shoulder she could see her immaculately tailored suit had been sliced open from
shoulder blade to buttock, revealing an equally sliced back. Nikki's blood was
draining away at an alarming rate and pooling at their feet. Taking a quick
look each way down the corridor Terri effortlessly lifted the stricken blonde
into her arms, carrying her back inside. She kicked the door shut with her
foot, taking Nikki into her bedroom and carefully laying her face down on the bed.
Tearing open Nikki's clothes Terri examined the
wound. It was flesh deep, but not deep enough to kill directly. 'Probably
caused by a Stanley knife or scalpel' her analytical mind decided without
really thinking about it. Even though the cut probably wouldn't kill, the heavy
blood loss might. Grabbing the phone by her bed she dialled 999, explaining in
a succinct and efficient manner the problem. In moments an ambulance was on its
way, along with a police car.
Terri ran to the bathroom and back, collecting
some towels. She pressed them to the wound, trying to apply pressure along the
length of the cut, but it wasn't easy. All she could do now was wait for the
cavalry to arrive. 'Well,' she thought 'looks like I might be back on
the case. And it sure beats spying on wives or searching for runaway heirs.'
Part Two
It took a while for them all to get into the
ambulance, due mostly to Nikki's death grip on Terri's hand, which despite all
requests Nikki refused to give up. She had come to just as the ambulance crew
were attempting to move her to a stretcher. The police had arrived at the same
time and were trying to question Terri.
Seeing Nikki's eyes open, Terri knelt down next to
her, telling her that she'd soon be in hospital and everything was going to be
all right. As she went to brush the blonde's hair from her eyes Nikki's hand
shot out, grabbing Terri's wrist. Terri's usual defences were overridden by a
sudden willingness to allow the woman to grab her. Terri could have prised her
hand off but inexplicably she decided she didn't want to.
"I guess I'm hired again?" she said
softly. Nikki didn't speak, just nodded her head in confirmation.
"It's okay, Nikki, you're in safe hands now.
These men will take you to hospital and get you patched up, good as new."
She smiled reassuringly at the injured woman. Or at least she hoped it was a
reassuring smile. She didn't have that much experience in these matters, she
was the first to admit.
"D... don't feel so... good."
"I know, but if you let go of my hand we'll
soon have you fixed up."
Nikki shook her head violently, steadfastly
refusing to do any such thing. Terri looked up at the two ambulance men and
shrugged. "Looks like we all go together."
"Looks like," the oldest one said,
grinning back at her.
"We haven't finished with our
questions," said one of the police officers, a young WPC who looked all of
twelve years old to Terri. 'God, I'm getting old,' she thought glumly.
"You can follow us to the hospital. I'll
answer any questions I can there."
The policewoman looked over to her older male
partner. He nodded, putting away his notebook, and spoke into his shoulder
mounted radio, updating the dispatcher on the situation and advising them to
contact the hospital. 'Amazing how doors open if you're the daughter of a
billionaire,' Terri thought with mild distaste.
* * *
The siren wailed mournfully as they set off. Terri
spoke softly to Nikki, hoping that her words were giving some sort of comfort,
as the paramedic applied butterfly tapes along the length of Nikki's wound. The
ambulance lurched and rocked as it sped on its way to the hospital, making it
difficult for the medic to insert a needle for a saline drip.
"Not long now," Terri said, but Nikki
had slipped back into unconsciousness, finally allowing Terri to remove her
"Here, give me that," Terri said, deftly
grabbing the needle from the fumbling medic. Without any hesitation she neatly
slid the needle into a vein, taped it off, attached the tube and opened the
valve. She sat back as if it was an entirely normal, everyday occurrence.
"You a doctor?" asked the astonished
"Then h --"
"Military training."
"Oh... right." He paused a moment.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"About what?"
"About my not being able to... well, you
know," he said pointing to the saline.
He relaxed. "She'll be okay, you know. It
looks bad, but it's not deep."
"I know," she said, not looking up.
"Friend of yours?"
"Not really."
"Not one for chit-chat, huh?"
They sat in silence for the rest of the journey.
The door of the ambulance opened and a team
climbed in, grabbing Nikki's stretcher and taking her swiftly into the
hospital. Terri checked her watch. From the time of Nikki's second appearance
on her doorstep to their arrival at the hospital had taken just over
twenty-seven minutes. 'Not too bad, I guess,' she thought. 'Though I
wonder how many of us would get a police escort?'
* * *
Queues and harried, over-stretched doctors were
not for Nikki. She was escorted past the general confusion of the emergency
room and on to a private lift that whisked them up to an upper floor. She was
met by several nurses and two doctors, who immediately set to work on her.
Private health care certainly had its advantages.
No one seemed to question that Terri should
accompany Nikki to the surgery, though she made sure to keep out of everyone's
way. Once it was known that she was Nikki's private bodyguard no one bothered
her. She watched as one of the doctors made small, fine stitches in Nikki's
back. 'Scars were obviously not meant for the rich and famous,' she
smiled to herself. 'Doubt anyone will treat me quite so kindly.'
Finally all the work was done and Nikki was
wheeled to a private room, where a nurse carefully changed her into a hospital
sleeping gown.
"Guess you'll be wanting to stay?" she
asked Terri.
"Would you like a tea or coffee? It'll be
awhile before sleeping beauty here wakes up."
"Tea, no sugar, please. Oh, and could you get
the police officer something?"
The WPC had been left behind on guard duty until
an officer from the VIP protection branch could get there. She obviously wasn't
very happy about it, sitting stiff-backed on a seat outside Nikki's room,
scowling at anyone who came near.
Terri had answered all their questions, which
hadn't taken long as she had little to tell them, knowing nothing of the
circumstances of the attack, save it happened somewhere close to her flat. They
obviously didn't believe her, apparently convinced that she was holding back
information despite her best efforts to convince them she really didn't know
anything about it, having only started on the case as they arrived.
Terri sat sipping her tea, watching her new
employer sleep her drug-induced sleep. The WPC had been relieved shortly after
midnight. The replacement wasn't wearing a uniform but Terri recognised the
unmistakable look of a police officer. They conferred outside, beyond Terri's
hearing, as she watched them through the half-glass partition. The WPC nodded
towards Terri, frowning as she did so. The plain-clothes woman just nodded,
tight-lipped. It was obvious Terri wasn't particularly welcome. It was going to
be a long night.
* * *
"Still here, love?" asked the nurse
softly, having returned for the morning shift.
"Looks that way," said Terri, sleepily.
She'd only managed a few catnaps, sitting in the armchair next to the bed.
"She not stirred yet?"
"Still sleeping the sleep of the just."
"What does she like for breakfast?"
Terri raised an eyebrow. "I never got a
chance to ask," she finally said.
"I'll order her a standard English."
"Maybe you should wait and ask her directly,
she's a Greek American or an American Greek, I'm not really sure."
"Oh, so it's a bowl of Cornflakes and a cup
of coffee, then."
Terri just shrugged. "I expect she'll let you
know when she wakes up." The nurse moved off to instruct an orderly
hovering outside.
As the orderly left two men arrived, approaching
the police officer on duty outside the door. She asked them for identification,
seemed satisfied and allowed them in the room. One man was small and dark, the
other well over six feet tall and extremely muscular. Terri moved to intercept
"Who are you, and what do you want with my
The smaller man looked at her liked she'd crawled
out from under a stone. "None of your business. Carl, get her out of here,
then stay outside while I have a word with my little sister, here."
The large man placed a hand on Terri's shoulder.
"Excuse me, darlin', if you'd care to come--" He didn't get much
further as Terri pulled his hand from her shoulder, twisted under his
outstretched arm and bent it up his back. Grasping his hair, she pulled his
head back and kicked his legs out from under him.
"I asked you nicely, who are you and what do
you want with my client?" Carl made no attempt to struggle, the tendons of
his bent arm screaming for release. It would only take the slightest touch to
snap bone. He didn't know who the hell the woman was, but she certainly wasn't
The short man simply stared open-mouthed in
astonishment. "Carl?" he said.
"No, we've already established that he's
Carl, what's your name?" Terri said, nudging Carl's arm slightly higher
making him moan in pain.
"Let go of him, this... this is an
outrage!" the small man spluttered.
"It's all right, Ms Farmer, you can let Carl
up. This is Christos, my brother. Carl's his bodyguard," said a quiet
voice from the bed. Nikki slowly sat upright, wincing as she did so.
"Christ, I feel like crap," she groaned. Terri immediately dropped
Carl to the floor, moving to Nikki's side.
"You sure we can trust either of these
two?" she asked, automatically taking Nikki's hand as she spoke.
Nikki looked up through wincing eyes. "He's a
prick, but at least he's family. As for Carl, well he just does as he's told,
don't you, Carl?"
"Yes, Miss Nikki," he said, standing up,
flexing his freed arm and wincing.
"We need to talk, Nikkoletta, just you and
me. Can we make a truce and call off our dogs, please?" Christos asked his
"Please... now there's a change of attitude.
Funny what a bit of muscle can do for your manners," Nikki sneered.
"Want me to chuck 'em out?" asked Terri,
not taking her eyes of either of the men.
"No, that won't be necessary, Ms Farmer.
Would you mind waiting outside with Carl for a moment, we won't be long, I promise,"
said Nikki, smiling disarmingly at Terri.
"Er, sure, if that's what you want...
"Boss, now I like that," Nikki grinned,
then winced again, closing her eyes.
Returning Nikki's squeeze briefly she turned to
leave, only to be met by Carl, now standing over her, glowering.
"You got away with this one because I wasn't
expecting it," he said, jabbing Terri in the chest with indignant thrusts
of his finger, "but be warned, it won't happen ag--"
For the second time Carl found himself spun around
with his arm up his back, but this time a hand had grabbed his nose and was
twisting it painfully, forcing his head back onto Terri's shoulder.
"Come on, Caaaarl," she said, drawing
out his name, "lets go find some breakfast and leave brother and sister to
their touching family reunion."
"Stob, stob, you're bwaking by doze," he
whined pathetically, as Terri pushed him towards the door.
"I'll be right outside if you need me,
Boss," Terri said to Nikki.
"Roger that," Nikki smiled. Christos could
only shake his head in disgust as the two bodyguards left the room.
"Nice moves," said the police-woman, as
they passed by her chair in the hallway.
"Thanks," replied Terri, the merest
flicker of a smile on her impassive face.
* * *
"Okay, I'll admit you've got some moves on
you, but you were lucky, I could've taken you."
Terri turned to look at Carl. He was almost
pouting with indignation as he nursed his coffee and bruised ego. "Carl,
you're probably a good bodyguard, and you do your job. I respect that. Just
don't get in my way and we'll get along fine. We are supposed to be on the same
side, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but--" Terri abruptly
held up her hand for silence, which caused Carl to flinch and instantly shut
up. Terri frowned, touching her other hand to her ear. "Son of a
bitch!" she growled, leaping to her feet. "You, stay here," she
said pointing her finger directly into Carl's face. He flinched again and
nodded in agreement. She ran back up the corridor to Nikki's room, easily
dodging past the startled police-woman. She threw open the door, surprising
Christos who was standing menacingly over Nikki, holding her roughly by the
arm. Nikki groaned from the twisting of her back, trying her best to shrug him
Faster than Christos thought humanly possible
Terri was across the room holding him by the throat up against the back wall,
his feet dangling off the ground. "Jesus, what's the matter with you,
she's just been stitched back together, and you're bullying her?"
Christos tried to speak but found it impossible
with his throat closed off by Terri's ferocious grip.
"Okay, Miss Farmer, you can put him down
now." The police officer had drawn her revolver, but held it pointing at
the floor. "I am trained to use this if I think lethal force is required.
And right now I'd say you're putting his life in danger."
Without letting go of Christos Terri looked back
at the police-woman. "Just doing my job here, protecting my client."
"I think you've made your point, Ms
"You," she said, letting Christos slide
to the floor on his knees, "are out of here." The man drew in great
whoops of breath as he sagged down.
"Carl," he croaked.
"Right here, Mr Takis," said Carl from
the doorway. Terri whirled and glared at him. He held out his arms in
supplication. "Look, he's my boss..."
Terri scowled. "Just get him out of here. Oh,
and Carl, you don't own any knives, do you?"
"Sure I do."
"You didn't use any of them last night, did
you? And don't lie to me, 'cause I'll know."
"No! I'd never hurt Miss Nikki. I couldn't,"
he said, almost whispering the last remark.
"I believe you, Carl. Now take your boss home
and don't come visiting anymore. You understand me?"
"Now wait a friggin' minute here,"
Christos gasped, still on his hands and knees.
"Do you understand me?" Terri repeated,
glaring at the bodyguard.
Carl nodded. "I understand," he replied
"Good, then get him out of here. Now!"
He pulled his boss to his feet and lead him unprotesting out the room.
"You can put that away," Terri said
turning to the police-woman. The woman considered her options for a moment. She
took a deep breath, putting the gun back in its holster.
"Didn't see a thing," she said, pulling
the door shut quietly behind her and resuming her seat in the hallway.
"How... how did you know?" asked Nikki.
"That your brother was misbehaving
himself?" Terri finished for her.
Nikki nodded.
"If I told you I'd have to kill you."
"What!" Nikki gasped. Terri was
immediately by her side, taking hold of her hand.
"Sorry, Nikki, that was stupid of me. Just a
bad joke."
Nikki relaxed slightly, not least of all because
Terri's firm but gentle grip really felt good.
"You didn't answer my question, Ms
Farmer," Nikki said, almost shyly.
"If you're going to pay me obscene amounts of
money to do this, it's your privilege to call me what you like, but I do prefer
just Farmer. Especially from my friends," she added, almost getting
tongue-tied herself, wondering where the hell that last bit had come from.
"Okay... Farmer," Nikki said smiling.
"How did you know?"
"Oh that's simple, I bugged the room,"
she said, pulling a small radio receiver from her left ear and holding it out
for Nikki to see.
"You bugged my room?" Nikki's eyebrows
shot up to her hair-line.
"Sure, you can never be too careful on jobs
like this." Terri shrugged, putting the receiver back in her ear.
"The bug's over there on the corner of the bed."
"I can't believe you did that."
"Good job I did, I reckon, don't you?"
"I guess so. But I'd prefer to know up front
if you're gonna do something like that again in the future."
"I'll try and remember that," Terri
said, grinning impishly.
They stared into each other's eyes longer than
either felt entirely comfortable with but thankfully -- for Terri at least --
they were saved by a doctor strolling into the room, a clipboard in his hand.
"Congratulations, Ms Takis, you're going to
be a mother of a beautiful baby girl, just like her mum!" he exclaimed.
"What!" Nikki shrieked.
The doctor made an exaggerated frown. "Oh
look, silly me, that's someone else entirely, my mistake." He laughed to
"God, I gotta get outa here," Nikki
said, shaking her head and rubbing her temples. "This place is not good
for my health."
"Ah, well that's what I've come to see you
about. All the blood tests have come back negative, though some others will
take a few days to culture, so you might want to phone back and check them out.
"The wound appears as healthy as can be
expected and you seem to be in capable hands," he said, pointedly looking
at Terri.
"Great, now I'm a nurse too. Your bill keeps
getting higher, Ms Takis," Terri said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"It's Nikki, or Boss, to you, Farmer, and
don't you forget it."
"Yeah, sorry, Boss," she said, smiling
"Well," the doctor coughed, "let's
see about getting you discharged. I'm sure the police officer outside would
like to go home too."
"Is she really fit enough to leave?"
Terri asked the doctor.
"Yes, of course, nice fit young girl like Ms
Takis. Shrug this off in no time. Just take it easy, you've lost a lot of
blood. Call back in a week's time or see your GP to get the stitches removed.
There should be very little scarring. Top man with the stitches, young Fowler.
Taught him all he knows, you know," the doctor said, beaming cheerily.
"I beg your pardon?"
"She's a woman, not a girl." Terri held
him with a steady gaze.
"Yes, yes of course, my mistake. My
apologies, Ms Takis," he said, bowing slightly to Nikki. He hurriedly left
the room, muttering something about other patients.
"Wow, you really take this defending job to
heart, dont'ya?" Nikki said, smiling at Terri.
"Wish I'd hired you a half-hour
"Might have saved some bother."
"You don't like idle chatter much, do
"So I've been told."
* * *
Terri had organised some clothes to be brought in
for Nikki, to replace the ones damaged in the attack. Nikki managed to walk to
the waiting taxi, after the hospital had insisted she travel from her bed to
the outside world in a wheelchair. Walking stiffly to the cab she decided that
the wheelchair hadn't been such a bad idea after all.
"How you doing?"
"Just fine, apart from everything hurts, and
I feel like I've spilt all my stitches," Nikki grumped from the back seat
of the cab.
"Nah, takes a lot to split stitches, I know
that from personal experience."
"Yeah, I bet you do." Nikki said
sullenly. Terri just grinned. The journey to Terri's apartment took a lot
longer than their trip in the ambulance had. By the time they arrived Nikki was
in a deal of pain. Her colour had drained, leaving her pallid and sweating.
"Do you think you could..."
"Sure," said Terri, taking Nikki's arm
over her shoulder and helping her up the many flights of steps to her flat.
"You sure this is where you want to
recuperate? Isn't there somewhere else you'd find more comfortable?"
"We've already talked about this, Farmer,
this is where I'd feel safest for the time being. When I'm feeling a hundred
percent again I'll reconsider my options."
Terri unlocked the front door and let them both
in. She half-carried Nikki over to the sofa and set her down gently. Nikki
winced mightily as she carefully lowered her tender back to the cool leather.
"Want a drink or anything? How about some
aspirin or something?"
"Glass of water and some painkillers would be
nice right about now." Terri soon returned with the asked for items.
"Bed and board will be extra, you know. It's
way beyond what I normally get involved with."
Nikki looked at Terri to see if she was joking. 'Apparently
not,' she decided.
"Not a problem, Farmer, my pockets are deep
and my arms long."
"Sounds a useful trait to have."
"It sure has been, I have to say."
"Must've been nice growing up with so much
Nikki shrugged. "Wasn't all peaches and cream.
What with mom and dad divorcing, and us moving back to the States."
"Yeah, me and Mom. She got homesick and
decided she didn't like being a lonely Greek housewife no more. Took me with
her too. 'Course, I was too young to appreciate how much it broke my dad's
heart, but he got to keep Christos, so he couldn't complain too much."
"Seems a bit heartless, splitting up a
brother and sister like that."
"Aw hell, we've never really gotten along. I
never gave it a second thought. Still don't, as you've seen for yourself."
"So, would now be a good time to talk about
what happened? I know you gave a statement to the police, but I'd like to hear
it for myself, just you and me. Or would you rather talk about why Christos
threatened to shut you up permanently, or why your estranged dad is willing to
have you step into his shoes rather than have his own sweet boy take over the
reins of one of the biggest shipping companies in the world?"
"You heard all that, huh? Yeah, of course you
did, you bugged my room. Stupid thing to say."
"Well, what's it to be, family intrigue or
mad stalker?"
"It's kinda complicated... the family
situation, that is. Maybe we should stick to solving street crime, for the time
"Whatever, I'm easy. I've got loads of time
on my hands at the moment. I've recently got this great new boss who pays me
lots to do whatever she wants me to do."
"Anything?" Nikki said, grinning.
"Almost anything."
"Where do you draw the line?"
"You really wanna know Farmer's Rules?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay, well, I won't kill anyone, unless they
deserve it. I won't steal anything unless I really need it, and I won't stand
by and see innocents hurt, especially kids. That's about it, really, apart from
I never break my rules unless I have to. Oh, and I don't work for free."
"Nice to know you have such a rigid code of
ethics, Farmer."
"It helps to get by."
"I'll bet."
"Now, where were we before we were so rudely
interrupted?" asked Terri
Part Three
"So, you're telling me that when you said
someone wanted to hurt you, you didn't mean it literally?"
"Well, no, not really," shrugged Nikki.
"The razor attack was coincidental?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Terri closed her eyes and rubbed them. "Okay,
then tell me what happened, out on the street, I mean."
"Like I told the cops, I don't really have
much to tell you. I was going to my rental, I'd parked it on the street 'bout
fifty yards down the road. I wasn't really expecting anything bad to happen. I
mean, to tell you the truth I was pretty pissed off."
"Oh... what at?"
"Well, you actually," Nikki said
grinning, slightly embarrassed at the admission.
"Yeah, you an' your 'don't touch me'
Terri sighed. "I told you then, and I'm
telling you now, it was nothing personal. You just surprised me is all."
"Yeah, well, whatever. That's the reason I
wasn't taking much notice of anything going on around me. I mean, this is
London for chrissakes, not LA. You get kinda blasé about wandering around in
the evening here. I never felt threatened before."
Terri snorted. "Remind me to show you round
some of the less scenic areas of our fair city. Then maybe you'd be a bit more
"Yes, Mom."
Terri ignored the remark, her expression as
impassive as ever. "What do you remember?"
"Well, there was some people a group of them,
kids mostly, I didn't really look. They passed me by coming in the other
direction. I got about another ten yards when I felt something hit me in the
back. They pushed me over the hood of a parked car. I was so surprised I just
lay there wondering what the hell happened. When I eventually looked up there
wasn't anyone around. I knew something was wrong as soon as I tried to stand
"Your back?" Terri prompted.
"Yeah, white hot pain all down my back. I
stumbled back around and sat against the car. That's when I saw the blood
running down the hood and dripping down onto the fender. Made a funny splashing
noise. I was mesmerised for a moment, till I realised it was my blood."
"What did you do then?" Terri asked
gently, seeing Nikki reliving her recent nightmare.
Nikki looked up, frowning. "You know, I've
tried to remember, but I'm damned if I can. Next thing I remember is you and
the ambulance. Thanks for holding my hand and not letting go, Farmer, you kept
me strong. I felt so protected."
Terri coughed and looked at the floor.
"Didn't quite happen like that, Nikki," Terri said quietly.
"Sure it did." Terri looked up at
Nikki's smiling face and didn't have the heart to contradict her.
"So, you never saw who actually did it?"
she asked, changing back to the subject at hand.
"Nah, don't even know if it was one of those
kids. Could've been anybody really."
"No attempt at stealing anything from you,
money, jewellery, purse?"
"Nope, just wham bam, thank you Ma'am, let's
see what your ribs look like. Then phhtt, skeddadle, gone. Sorta weird, now I
come to think on it."
"Yup, it is pretty weird. I'll have a word
with some friends on the force, see what they've got to say."
"Wow, we gonna find out who done it, an' more
importantly, why?"
"You want me to?"
"Sure," said Nikki, grinning happily.
Terri couldn't help grinning back at the infectious smile.
"You realise this will be a separate case
from what you originally contacted me for."
"What if they're related?"
"You tell me, you've yet to tell me what was
it you wanted in the first place."
Nikki frowned, pursing her lips. She remained
quiet for a moment, apparently trying to decide if she should say anything or
not. "You know I told you my dad was a shipping tycoon an' all, well
that's true, he is. But I don't live with him and haven't since I was a
"Go on," prompted Terri.
"Well, I know Dad gives Mom and me more money
each year than we can really spend sensibly in a lifetime, but well, I wanted
to be normal like my friends in high school, so decided I had to get a job.
That meant going to college, getting a degree, the whole works. You know what I
"Not really, but please continue. I'm sure
none of us would've wanted a life of idle riches, really."
"You making fun of me?" Nikki said, but smiling
enough to take the sting from the words.
"It's all right, my mom thought I was crazy
"Surely not?"
Nikki tilted her head to one side, regarding
Terri. "Anyone ever tell you, you got a very dry sense of humour?"
"Nope, never."
"Hmm, well, anyways, as I was saying, I got a
business degree, summa cum laude and all that. One thing lead to another and
I... well, I ended up being a boat designer."
"Makes perfect sense. A boat builder you
"Not a builder, a designer."
"There's a difference?" Terri asked,
keeping a perfectly straight face.
"Sure there is. I wouldn't know one end of a
spoke shave from the other, let alone how to use one."
"Well, you're one up on me, I don't even know
what a spoke shave is."
"Oh, it's some sort of doohicky the
carpenters use on wood, or something," said Nikki, frowning again.
"Look, the point is, I work for a small family boat building company, in
their design department. Mostly CAD these days."
It was now Terri's turn to frown.
"Fascinating though all this is, could you at least point to why you came
to me?"
"I'm getting to that. God, you're impatient,
aren't you?"
"Blame my dad, I inherited his eager
"Right," Nikki said grinning.
"Anyway, back to my story. As I don't work for the money, per se, and the
family that owns the company are old family friends on my mom's side, I sorta
get an easy ride, if you know what I mean."
"Funny that."
Nikki ignored the comment and continued. "One
of my jobs is to travel to all the boat shows around the world and see what's
new. Take photographs and, well, see if there's any designs we might, er, like,
adapt for our own."
"Is that strictly ethical?"
"Sure, everyone does it. Been going on since
somebody first hollowed out a tree and pushed it in the water."
"And here I was thinking that boat builders
were above that kind of thing."
"Hah, I bet you've never even thought about
any boat builders anywhere, ever, till just this moment."
Terri smiled. "You could be right."
Nikki just shook her head. "You want me to
finish this story?"
"Please continue, it's most...
"Well, this is where it gets kind of
embarrassing," she paused.
"Nothing goes beyond this room," said
Terri, easily slipping into professional mode.
"When I got back to my hotel room yesterday
there was a package waiting for me."
"Go on."
"It had some... some compromising pictures of
"What sort of pictures?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just me necking an' stuff.
Pretty harmless really. You could just view them as a girl's night out and not give
them a second look."
"Was there a note to go with them?"
"Yeah, just said something about how
embarrassing it would be if my employers were to see these pictures."
"Would that matter?"
"They're kind of old fashioned. The note made
it clear what was really going on."
"No, I mean would it matter to you
especially, I mean, you need the work?"
"Hell, yes! I worked goddamned hard to get
where I am. I'm good at what I do, I like my job and I sure as hell don't want
to give it up for crap like this!" she fumed.
'Hey, fire behind the cute exterior, I really
like this girl... er, woman,' thought
Terri, smiling to herself.
"What about your brother, think this is his
"Nah, he wouldn't have anything to gain. So
what if I lose my job? It hardly matters in his great scheme to take over Dad's
empire. Probably make it more likely I'd want the job."
"But he thinks you're destined for that job.
I heard him say so."
"My brother's a paranoid jerk. I can hardly
see my dad not letting Christos take over when the time comes. Why would he put
me in charge over Christos?"
Terri shrugged. "Maybe he likes you more than
him. Couldn't be that hard, from what I've seen of your brother. He seemed
quite easy to dislike. And besides, you've got a fancy business degree and you
know about boats."
"Hardly, we build rich people's toys. Ocean
going luxury yachts that spend most of their time down in the Keys or over in
Cannes, not oil tankers or container ships."
"Okay, but what's Christos got that you
"External plumbing for one thing. That counts
for a lot in my dad's country," she said laughing.
"Yeah, there is that, I guess. You sure
that's how your dad feels?"
"I dunno, like I said I don't really see him
that much."
"Do you regret that?"
"Sure, he's my dad."
"Don't you ever try to contact him?"
"I used to, but when he was always in a
meeting, or away on business, well, I kind of gave up trying."
"I thought you said that you used your dad's
people to track me down to my home?"
"Oh, I did. He has offices all over the world.
I get the red carpet treatment whenever I announce myself. It's just I rarely
get to see my dad himself."
"Never give up on your dad, Nikki. One day he
may not be there to give up on anymore." Nikki caught the unmistakable
sadness in Terri's voice.
"You miss yours, huh?" she asked gently.
"Every day." Terri swallowed, blinking a
few times.
"Why would someone want to hurt me like that.
I've never done anyone any harm, ever?" Nikki said, changing the subject
Terri shrugged. "Don't know enough to comment.
Did you keep the pictures and the note?"
"No, I tore them up and flushed them down the
toilet in the hotel room."
"Why, would they have helped? It was just a
printed note and some inkjet printed pictures. Could've been done by anyone,
"Probably, but if you get anymore let me see
them first before you flush 'em, okay?"
"If you insist, though I hope I don't get any
more, to tell the truth."
"Where were they taken, any idea?"
"Here in London. At the club, actually."
"Kind of ironic you coming to me, really,
then, isn't it?"
"What do you think I was doing there?"
"I... I don't know. I... thought..."
"Doesn't matter."
"You thought I was there enjoying myself,
"Yeah, I guess."
"Sorry to disappoint, Nikki, but I was there
doing the same sort of thing as our friend was doing, whoever they are."
"You were spying on me?"
"Spying yes, on you, no."
"I see."
"You upset?"
"No, not really. Par for the course. Guess I
should've known," she said sullenly.
"Look Nikki, I like you, you're a bright,
good-looking kid. And I'm more than happy to try and get to the bottom of your
troubles. But I've found it rarely helps a case to let personal feelings cloud
the issue. So if that's not what you came here for, then perhaps you really should
seek help elsewhere."
"You want me to leave?"
"I didn't say that. I said I'd be happy to
work for you, find out who's trying to blackmail you, who attacked you on the
street and why, even act as your bodyguard while you're in London, but that's
about the extent of my ability to assist you."
Nikki nodded, her shoulders slumping slightly.
"It's okay, Ms Farmer, I understand. Still okay if I stay here tonight?
I'm feeling tired, my back really hurts and I just don't feel like going back
to my hotel right now."
"Sure, it's your money. Feel free to spend it
on me any way you want." Terri said smiling.
* * *
Nikki woke, blurry-eyed and rumple-haired, puzzled
as to where she was. It all came back with a stabbing rush as she twisted her back
slightly, sitting up. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, owwwww!" she moaned,
tentatively feeling along the plaster covering her stitches. Pulling her hand
back she was relieved to see no blood. The hurt and anger at Terri's firm but
polite slamming of any doors that she hoped might have opened between them came
back too. "Hah, screw her, Ms friggin' robot. Her loss!" she
She staggered to the adjoining bathroom to be
greeted with a floor to ceiling mirror. She groaned and turned away from the
unearthly vision staring back at her. "Okay, not so much of a loss,"
she muttered, shaking her head morosely.
As she emerged from the bedroom, freshly scrubbed
and wearing a sweat shirt several sizes too big for her, she was welcomed by
the smell of coffee. Terri sat at her desk, studying her computer screen.
"Where did the coffee come from?" Nikki
"Out of a little jar."
"That so, huh. Who'da thought?"
"Yeah, it's neat, you just twist off the lid
and there it is."
"I thought you said you didn't have any
"Didn't then. Do now."
"You went out and bought me coffee. I'm
"Us robots got to be good for
something," Terri said, still not looking up from her screen.
Nikki swallowed. "You er... heard that,
huh?" she said, blushing.
"You got your guest room bugged too?"
asked Nikki testily.
"Then how?"
"One of my many talents, I'm afraid. Not only
have I got a cute backside, but I've got acute hearing too," Terri said,
not a little smugly.
"Is there anything you're not perfect
"Hmmm, let's see... can't speak Spanish well
enough yet, but I'm working on it."
"I suppose you can manage all the other
"A lot of them. The important ones
"Can you ride a horse?"
"Bake a cake?"
"If I have to."
"Wrestle alligators?"
"It's a bit late to be asking for
credentials, isn't it?" asked Terri, finally turning from her screen and
looking directly at Nikki.
'God, those eyes... snap out of it, Takis,
she's made it plain where you stand. You're nothing but a paycheque to her. But
Jesus... those eyes...'
"Something wrong?" asked Terri.
"Oh, er no... nothing. So, you're busy on my
case, or doing something else?"
"We're making some progress on the attack at
least. While you were sleeping I popped out to see some friends at the local nick.
Then I went to see someone I know down in the bowels of the Standard."
"I'm sorry -- the local nick?" said
Nikki, obviously puzzled.
"Oh, sorry, forgot you speak the President's
English, not the Queens. The nick's the police station, or precinct house, to
"Does the queen know about the 'local
"Probably not, now you mention it. I expect
she's got someone to worry about that sort of thing for her."
"And she has a standard bowel too, I
"Well, I'd think that's likely, though with
royalty you can never tell. All that inbreeding an' all."
"Can we start this again, it's getting a bit
too surreal for this early in the morning?"
"That would be as in nearly eleven o'clock
too early?" said Terri, checking her watch.
"God, did I sleep that long? You should've
woken me earlier."
"Why, you looked liked you needed it. And
besides, I wouldn't have bought the coffee by then."
"Yeah, I guess that's true."
"Of course it is. You'll learn that amongst
my many talents is the fact that although I may not always be right, I'm never,
ever wrong."
"Modest too, I'll bet."
"To a fault," Terri answered breezily.
"How come you were all tongue-tied, almost
shy when we first met, and now you're Miss Confidence personified?"
"You took me by surprise, snuck up on my
blind side. Caught me with my pants down."
'I wish,'
thought Nikki, only just able to stop herself saying it out loud. "And
"Now I've reconnoitred and regrouped. Got the
lay of the land."
"You always treat people like a military
"Yes," said Terri, her expression
clearly indicating she thought it was a dumb question; 'doesn't everyone?'
"Now you think you know me?"
"There's a goodly chance."
"Hah, we'll see, Farmer, we'll see."
"I guess we will at that," replied
Terri, smiling.
"So, you wanna start again with the
"Oh, right. Well, it seems that there's been
a spate of attacks on women in the area over the last eight months or so.
Nothing fatal so far, but not far off a couple of times, and nasty with it. I correlated
the police records with the reports from the local evening paper; 'The
Standard', by the way. It looks like we've got a looney-tunes on our hands.
Slightly different MO each time, but you and me both know the link that the
police don't," she finished with another insufferably smug grin.
"We do?"
"Sure. Recognise any of these?" Terri
said, handing over some photocopy prints of various women.
Nikki flipped through the pages. "Yes, yes I
recognise at least three of them, they all go to the... club. Jesus," she
breathed heavily, as the implication hit her.
"Jesus indeed, though I doubt we're looking
for a six foot, bearded Caucasian male with a halo round his head, who's very
light-footed, aquatically speaking."
Nikki looked up from the pictures at Terri. She
started to say something but stopped. Her shoulders slumped and she looked back
down at the pictures, her eyes unexpectedly watering.
"Jesus loves me, this I know," Nikki
sang softly to herself. Terri raised an eyebrow, staring at Nikki.
Nikki looked up again, seeing the puzzled
expression on Terri's face. "Oh, sorry, it's the last line of an Aaron
Neville song. Actually it's a Bob Dylan song but I like Aaron's version better,
you know..." she trailed away into silence, rubbing the back of her hand
across her wet cheek.
Terri got up and came over to Nikki, taking her
hand and squatting down to match her eyeline. "Are you okay?"
"Yes..." she paused. "No, I'm not
all right, damnit! I came here for a friggin' holiday and take in the boat
show; take a few pictures and have some fun. Christ, this is London, it's not
supposed to have 'phobe fruitcakes runnin' around hurting people. New York, Los
Angeles even, but not London. It's just not meant to be like this. It's not
"Nikki, sweetheart, we've got just as many
fruitcakes as you have over there, believe me. Remember we invented them, Jack
the Ripper and all that. And you're right, it's not fair. The human race has
its defects, just the same as anything else in nature. But we'll stop him or
her, I promise," she said emphasising her last remark with a squeeze of
Nikki's hand.
"You think it might be a her?" asked
Nikki, surprised.
"Can't rule anything out, Nikki. Not till we
know more, at least."
Nikki was secretly pleased at Terri talking of
'we' all the time, and she sure liked holding hands. The warmth and incredible
strength she could feel just below the surface were unlike anything she'd ever
known in another woman.
She sniffed, composing herself. "Do we tell
the cops?"
"I don't know yet. I'll see how it
"Won't they be pissed at you? Can't you lose
your license for withholding evidence, or something like that?"
"Well, first it's not evidence, only
speculation. I haven't been able to track down all the women and confirm it.
Not to mention that many of them might be reluctant to admit to this particular
connection. And second, private investigators don't need licenses in the UK to
operate, just an advert in the Yellow Pages will do it."
"You mean anyone can set themselves up as a
private dick here, and no one will say otherwise?" asked Nikki, taken by
surprise at the information.
"Even me?"
"Even you. Though wouldn't you be happier
building boats?"
"I told you, I don't build boats, I help
design them, mostly interiors and fittings, that sort of thing."
"And there I was thinking you were a hot-shot
naval architect or something," Terri said, but smiling a dazzling,
knock-'em-dead smile to show Nikki she was teasing. She was getting much better
at the smiling thing, Nikki thought.
Nikki's bottom lip crept back in as she smiled in
return. "Thanks, Farmer."
"For what?"
"Snapping me out of my loathsome
"Think nothing of it, all part of the
service," she said, still smiling, and still holding hands, Nikki was
extremely pleased to note.
"How much extra will it cost?" she asked
"Oh, I'll work out the bill, don't you worry
your pretty little head about that."
"I bet you will," she paused. "So,
you think I'm pretty?" Nikki asked, almost shyly.
Terri just smiled, letting go of Nikki's hand and
returning to her computer.
"I think tonight we go clubbing and see what
we can see."
"You want me to come too?" Nikki asked,
her eyes lighting up.
"Relax, party grrrrl, I'm not going in. Don't
think I'd be welcomed at the moment. And of course you're coming with me. Can't
protect you if I'm there and you're here, now can I?"
"No, I don't suppose you can."
Part Four
Terri parked the small, sleek Mercedes sports car
in the shadows across the street from the entrance to the club. Nikki was
sitting sullenly in the passenger seat, a pained expression on her face.
"Thanks for driving, Farmer. I knew I
should've let you from the start, but I thought I could manage it."
"No problem. That's what the hired help's
"No doubt you'll add it to the bill."
"There's a distinct possibility," she
replied, bringing a compact set of binoculars to her eyes and scanning the
club's entrance.
"Do you know how much an SLK 320 costs to
"No doubt you'll tell me."
"Well, I'll tell you," continued Nikki
obliviously. "It costs a lot. That's what it costs. The trouble I had to
go to, to get it in red."
"Matches the colour of your wound."
"Don't mention it."
"I'm paying for all this, you know. I think
that entitles me to a little sympathy."
"As my dad used to say, sympathy is in the
dictionary somewhere between shit and syphilis," replied Terri absently,
still studying the club through the binoculars.
"Oh please, Farmer, that's gross!"
"What... what'd I do?" asked Terri, putting
down her binoculars, feigning puzzlement.
"Just... just get on with your Peeping Tom
"This is called reconnaissance, not
peeping," said Terri, resuming her watching.
"What, you're telling me you don't use those
to peek into people's bedroom windows, whenever you get the chance?"
"Only if I'm paid to."
"Figures, it's all down to money with you,
isn't it?"
"And the chance to be as annoying as
possible, don't forget that," added Terri.
"How long we gonna do this for, anyway?"
Nikki asked.
"Well, I pretty much thought as long as it
takes would be about right."
"We could be here for days, weeks, months
even. Tell me we're gonna take a few hours off, here and there."
Putting down the binoculars, Terri turned to
Nikki. "You're paying the bills. Anytime you want to call it off, just say
the word."
"No, no, I didn't mean that. What I meant
was, shouldn't we get some help, or something?"
Terri regarded her for a moment. "How about
some coffee? There's a small cafe just over there," she asked, ignoring
Nikki's comment.
Nikki shrugged. "Sure, why not. I'm hungry
Terri pulled the car keys, putting them in her
pocket. "Promise me you'll keep the doors locked, the windows closed and
the roof up. And don't even think about going anywhere. I'll be watching all
the time, you'll be safe."
"Yes, Mom."
"Good, I'll be back a few minutes."
Terri got out and locked the doors, slipped silently into the shadows and
disappeared. Nikki picked up the binoculars and scanned the area. Seeing
nothing of interest she finally settled on the club's entrance, watching a few
women come and go. She snickered when she noticed the neck brace, black eye and
swollen lip of one of the door-keepers. "Hah, thought you could take on
the Farminator, huh?" she grinned to herself. "She'll be back,"
she intoned in her best Austrian accent.
It occurred to her how comforting it felt having
Farmer on her side. Since meeting her, any fear she should by rights be
experiencing had never surfaced. Sure, Farmer was a pain in the ass with her 'off-limits'
attitude and her deeply annoying habit of being goddamned perfect and all. But,
Nikki was first to admit, it sure beat not having her around.
The sudden release of the door locks made her
jump. "Jesus, do you have to keep sneaking up on people like that, you
damn near made me pee myself!"
"S'okay, not my car," Terri said,
gracefully sliding into the low-slung leather seat and handing Nikki a
polystyrene cup of coffee and a packet of Walkers salt-and-vinegar crisps.
"These are what's called crisps over here. You put them in your mouth and
crunch them."
"I know what you do with them," Nikki
said, grabbing the crisps and scowling. "We call them chips, which is a
damn sight better use of the word than limp, soggy, fried sticks of potato you
call chips."
"Bet you still eat them though," replied
Terri, picking up the binoculars.
"Sometimes... maybe," admitted Nikki.
"Prefer Burger King fries, actually."
"Well, enjoy them while you're young. Get to
my age and the bastards seek out your thighs with laser-guided precision."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Would I kid you?"
Nikki snorted in contempt at such a question.
"But you've got a body that's a cross between a catwalk model and an
Olympic athlete, with a bit of Arnie thrown in. I don't see fat thighs from where
I'm sitting."
"You haven't seen me spend the hours and
hours required to stay this way."
Nikki was about to reply when Terri stiffened. She
held her breath, waiting for Terri to say something. Peering through the car's
steamed-up windows, Nikki tried to make out what was happening across the
"What's happening?" she whispered.
"Damn," Terri said softly.
"What, what is it, Farmer? Speak to me, say
something... anything."
"You know you asked what were we looking for,
and I said I didn't know but I'd let you know when I saw it. Well, I think I
just saw it."
"What is it?"
"Someone I recognised going into the club.
Someone I didn't expect to see going in there."
"An old colleague. Well, not so old, and we really
only worked together for a year or so."
"For God's sake, will you tell me who?"
demanded Nikki.
"Her name's Rachel Downs, she's a
policewoman. I liked her, she was -- is -- a good copper. Trouble is, I always
got the feeling she was never really that fond of gays."
"Not everyone does, or hadn't that escaped
your... " She paused. "Oh, I see what you mean."
"Not good, huh?"
"You think that... maybe... she's the one
doing this?"
"I'd like to think not, but it would explain
some things."
"Such as?"
"Such as why the police haven't made such an
obvious connection to the club in over eight months. Why the attacker seems to
know exactly what they're doing and never gets seen by anyone. And why none of
them seem that interested in solving any of this."
"Jesus, a cop. That's sick."
"Well, it's not healthy, I'll give you
"So, assuming it is her doing this, are you
gonna go in there and arrest her?"
"Why not?" Nikki demanded indignantly.
"There's a little matter of the burden of
proof. Or the fact that she might be undercover. Not to mention they probably
wouldn't let me past the front door. For some reason my natural good charm and
charisma isn't likely to work on them at the moment."
"Well kick their asses again."
"Screw subtle, go get her, Farmer, that's an
Terri slowly turned to Nikki, raising an eyebrow.
"An order?" she asked quietly, fixing Nikki with a stare.
"Well, I am the boss... aren't I?" she
asked, not sure if she should smile or not.
Terri resumed watching the club, not saying a
"Fine, then I'll go and find out if
she's one of the good guys or bad guys." Nikki tried to open the door, but
a cast iron grip snagged her arm.
"You're not going anywhere where I can't see
"Damn it, Farmer, let go of me," she
snapped, tugging at the immovable hand holding her. Terri abruptly released
her, causing Nikki to lurch over, banging her head on the window.
"Ow... what the hell did you do that
for?" Nikki grimaced, rubbing the side of her head.
"You asked so politely, how could I
refuse?" said Terri, smiling.
"It's not funny."
Terri's smile vanished. "No, it's not. That's
why you're not going charging in there, on your own, making wild accusations at
an off-duty policewoman. Rich and spoiled you may be, but magistrates still take
a pretty dim view of such things. You'd be lucky to get off with just being put
on the first plane home."
"Damn it, we've got to do something. We can't
just sit here and watch her to death."
"What do you propose, a lynch mob; should we
string her up?"
"No, not really. Not that she wouldn't
deserve it, sick bitch."
"Good, because the other thing that really
pisses judges off is vigilantism. And we also have this little quirk about
being innocent until proven guilty to worry about."
"Hah, this from Ms Jacqui Chan. Tell that to
those three in there you beat the crap out of the other night."
"Those three wouldn't have the courage to go
to the police and lose face. They know it, and I know it. Listen, we will do
whatever it takes to put a stop to this. If and when that requires going beyond
the law, then we'll do it when I say, and how I say, and not before. Is that
Nikki shrugged, mumbling an affirmative. They sat
in silence, each wrapped in their own thoughts.
"How's the head?" Terri finally asked.
"Head-butting cars can do that."
"Yeah, laugh it up, Farmer."
"I'm not laughing, can't you tell this is not
my happy face?"
Nikki turned to Terri, catching the playful glint
in her eye. She couldn't help but grin back. "I can be pretty stupid sometimes,
can't I?"
"You're young, you've not had a chance to
work the stupids out of your system yet."
"Thanks a bunch, you're not supposed to agree
with me quite so readily when I'm being contrite."
"Well, if it's any consolation, even though
you might not win at Mastermind for a while yet, at least you're pretty."
Nikki's smile spread across her face. She sat back
in her seat beaming.
'Doesn't take much,' thought Terri, smiling to herself.
* * *
It was well past midnight; the flow of women
entering the club had dwindled to a few stragglers.
"What now?" asked a sleepy Nikki, waking
from one of her cat-naps. Terri continued her observation of the entrance with
her binoculars. A position that hadn't altered much in over four hours.
"We wait. They're a private club, they can
stay open all night if they want to."
"This is so dull," said Nikki, yawning
"But necessary."
"You gonna do this every night? 'Cause I have
to tell ya, I've been on better dates with boys than this."
"This isn't a date."
"You're telling me it's not."
"We can stay at my place tomorrow, if you'd
Nikki was about to reply when Terri abruptly sat
upright. She rubbed the window and peered across the street. An ambulance had
pulled up in front of the club.
"Stay here, and don't move," ordered
"What's happening?" asked Nikki to an
empty seat. Terri was already half-way towards the club.
"Crap, I wish she wouldn't do that!"
Nikki growled. She watched through the binoculars as Terri approached the
ambulance and spoke to the driver. A few moments later she was on her way back,
her face an angry mask.
"What's happening?" Nikki asked as soon
as Terri got in the car.
"Seems our friend is still one jump ahead of
us, changed their MO again. Somebody had some industrial cleaner slipped into
her drink. It's bad; they don't know if she'll make it. Severe burns to the
mouth and throat." Terri answered angrily.
"How's that possible, wouldn't she have
smelled it before she drank it?"
"No, it's a damn drain cleaner marketed for
its lack of smell. Don't suppose they ever tested its taste," Terri said
"Hey, it's not your fault, you couldn't have
known that they'd attack someone in the club itself."
"No, I guess not. At least that means either
our friend is getting impatient and wants to be caught, or else they're getting
sloppy and we'll get them anyway." A siren could be heard in the distance,
getting closer.
"I take it we don't need to tell the cops
anymore, about the club, I mean?"
"Nope, it was Rachel on the stretcher. Come
on, there's not much more we can do here tonight." Terri said, starting
the engine.
* * *
"Shouldn't you be wearing gloves, or
something?" asked Nikki as they sat side by side on Terri's couch. Terri
was examining a package they'd picked up from reception at Nikki's hotel on
their way back home from the club.
"Something? What exactly did you have in
mind?" asked Terri, smiling to herself as she turned the package over in
her hands, studying the bulky envelope carefully.
"Don't tempt me, Farmer. I meant those little
rubber gloves you see people on TV using, so they don't disturb the
"Rubber, huh? Kinky."
"Quit it, Farmer. Just open the damn
"Maybe we should leave it till the morning,
it's past one thirty now, I'm sure you need your beauty sleep."
"What, you think I can sleep now?" asked
Nikki incredulously.
"Just a thought. Okay, here we go." She
slid her finger under the flap, prying it open. Looking into the package she
could see some folded sheets of A4 paper, wrapped around a video cassette. She
carefully emptied the contents onto the glass table, checking that the envelope
was empty.
Holding the pages by the corner she opened them
out, pushing the cassette to one side using the knuckle of her little finger.
"So, you don't want to disturb the evidence
"Never said I did. You never know, we might
get lucky and they might be stupid, but I wouldn't hold your breath on
The first page had some writing which simply said
"She's pretty. Tall, but pretty. You have good taste, but will the Stevensons
"The Stevensons?" asked Terri.
"Family that runs the company I work
for." Terri nodded.
She slid the first page away, revealing the next
page and its pictures. They were of Terri, coming and going from the main door
of her apartment, all taken at street level.
"They've caught you pretty well. The camera
just loves you, doesn't it?"
Terri ignored Nikki's comment and carefully picked
up the video cassette, taking it over to her player. It was a clip of Nikki and
Terri with their arms around each other. They watched themselves leave the taxi
and go up the stairs to Terri's apartment.
"But you were helping me up the stairs after
I left the hospital," said Nikki indignantly.
"Yeah, but if you didn't know that..."
"Just friggin' typical!"
"I'm being blackmailed for something I didn't
even get to enjoy!" fumed Nikki.
Terri laughed, which didn't help Nikki's
disposition much.
"You're in the same boat, Farmer."
Terri shrugged, grinning. "True, but I know
my boss and she's cool with me helping less fortunates up some stairs. She
won't mind at all."
"I'm glad this is all such a joke to you,
Farmer." Nikki said despondently.
Terri sobered up slightly at Nikki's sad face.
"You're right, Nikki, I'm sorry."
"Wow, you really bought my sad puppy
look!" said Nikki, snapping back into a smug grin.
Terri's eyes narrowed. "Oh, like that is it?
Well, two can play games, Ms Takis." she said, cracking her knuckles
"Typical, all you types understand is
violence," scoffed Nikki, but still grinning.
"Your time will come, Blondie, and when it
does, then wham!" she said, emphasising her words by smacking her fist
into her other hand.
"Ooh, big brave warrior gal, beating up on a
little thing like me," Nikki said prodding Terri in a sensitive spot under
her back ribs.
Terri flinched. "Quit it, Takis."
"Yeah, what're you gonna do about it?"
Nikki said, prodding her in the same spot.
"I said quit it, or face the
consequences," Terri growled.
"I ain't scared of you." She tried to prod
Terri again but found herself flat on her back on the sofa, both hands held
firmly above her head.
"I warned you, little girl," Terri said
menacingly, slowly and deliberately transferring both of Nikki's wrists to her
left hand, freeing her right. Nikki swallowed nervously, her throat having
suddenly gone dry. "Now you face the consequences." She lowered her
face to within a few inches of Nikki's.
Nikki closed her eyes, her breathing speeding up.
She began to raise her head to meet Terri half-way when Terri's hand flashed
down and started to tickle her. Nikki's eyes shot open in surprise, then
scrunched tight shut again.
"No please... I can't... stand to be tickled.
Please... Farmer... Noooooooo!" She writhed about, but could move very
little with Terri holding her down so firmly. She only had one card left to
play. "Owwwww, please, Farmer... my back!" she gasped.
Terri leapt off Nikki as if she'd been stung.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Nikki, I totally forgot.
Here, let me have a look, make sure nothing's damaged. Nikki reluctantly rolled
over, pulling up her shirt, a grin of triumph on her face that Terri couldn't
"Everything seems okay," said Terri,
gently running her hands up and down the sides of Nikki's dressing. Nikki
closed her eyes, sighing softly at Terri's touch. She frowned when Terri pulled
her shirt back down and smacked her lightly on the shoulder.
"No harm done. I'm really sorry, Nikki, I
don't know what came over me. It won't happen again, I promise."
"It's okay, I rather enjoyed it, to tell you
the truth," she said, rolling over and standing up, tucking her shirt in.
"Hmm, I guess you did, judging by that smirk
on your face."
"I don't smirk."
"Yeah, right." They both looked at each
other and burst out laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" giggled Nikki,
caught in the moment.
"Maybe because I've got a good lead on a
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Who knew you'd be here and who else
knew where to take pictures from?"
Nikki shrugged. "You tell me, you're the
"I think we need to have a word with the
people you used at your dad's place to track me down."
"Why the hell would any of them pull a stunt
like this?"
"That's one of the questions I intend to ask
"Now who's smirking?"
"I don't smirk. I stopped smirking years
"Very funny, Farmer." They both looked
at each other and started laughing again.
* * *
Terri stood in the doorway to Nikki's room,
observing her silently as she slept. A small smile played around Nikki's lips
as she mumbled something in her sleep followed by what sounded suspiciously to
Terri like a contented sigh.
'Gods, Farmer, where the hell did that come
from? You hardly know the girl... woman, and already you're having tickle
fights with her? Jesus, that's so unprofessional, what the hell were you
thinking?' she berated herself.
Shaking her head in disbelief she padded back to
her own room and closed the door.
* * *
"So, is it back to the club, or go see my
dad's office?" asked Nikki, munching her way through a bowl of cereal.
Terri was doing sit-ups, using her metal foot loops.
"Not sure, haven't decided," she grunted
between sit-ups.
"Well, let me know when you've decided,"
Nikki said, picking up the remote, flicking channels from CNN to Channel 4's
breakfast show, and turning up the volume.
Terri stopped her exercising to say something
about asking first, but shook her head and continued with her sit ups. Nikki
laughed and muttered at something on the screen.
Terri stopped again. "What... what did you
say?" she panted.
"Nothing, I was talking to the TV."
"You were talking to the TV?"
"Sure, doesn't everyone?" asked Nikki,
spooning another great heap of Cornflakes into her mouth.
"Not everyone," muttered Terri darkly,
trying to get back into a routine. "Oh, this is hopeless." She got up
and unsnapped the loops in disgust, stalking off towards the bathroom for a
"What's the matter, Farmer, another cold,
lonely night getting to ya?"
"The rent just went up, Blondie," she
shouted back, through the open door of the bathroom. Nikki grinned at her ability
to rile Terri so easily. She leaned back on the comfy leather chair, looking
over to the bathroom. She realised the door was open enough for her to see the
mirrored wall at the back. Her breath caught as she watched Terri stepping into
the shower.
"Bad grrrl, stop it... stop it at once!"
she chided herself quietly. 'Yeah, right,' she thought, unable to tear
her eyes away.
"Stop what?" Terri called from the
bathroom, rinsing her long, dark hair, apparently oblivious to Nikki's
'Damn her and her freaky hearing,' she grunted to herself.
"Oh, nothing, Farmer, just something on the
TV," she called back, breathing a sigh of relief at her quick thinking.
Terri stepped from the shower and started to dry herself. Nikki closed her eyes
and sighed. 'Why me? This is just so not fair!'
Nikki jumped. Terri was standing right next to
her, towelling her hair dry.
"Er, no, everything's just fine."
"You looked a little worried there for a
"No, I'm fine. Even my back's feeling better,
see," she said, bending over and twisting to demonstrate her new-found
"That's good. Maybe we can get a bit more
done now you're on the mend," said Terri, moving off to her bedroom.
Nikki closed her eyes and moaned in frustration,
shaking her head slowly from side to side.
Part Five
Terri paid the man in the kiosk, taking the paper
he held out in return. She quickly flipped through the pages looking for any
news on the incident at the club.
"Couldn't you just ask your friends at the
station?" asked Nikki, walking by her side as they made their way through
the congested streets of the City, the commercial centre of London. They were
heading for the main offices of Sparcon, the shipping company owned by Nikki's
"I could, but this might tell me what I need
to know," replied Terri, still scanning the pages, deftly weaving in and
out of the pedestrian traffic without looking up from her paper.
"Do you have built-in radar?" asked
Nikki, having been bumped for what seemed like the hundredth time by on-comers.
"It helps being six feet tall, they tend to
see you coming," Terri answered, still reading the paper.
"You saying I'm short?"
"Wouldn't dream of it, Kontos."
"That's a bit harsh, isn't it?" said
Nikki indignantly.
"Not really."
"Farmer, did you just say what I thought you
"What did you think I said?"
"I'm not going to say."
"That makes it a little hard for me to answer
then, doesn't it?"
"You said something crude."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did!"
Terri grinned at Nikki. "Calm down, I said 'Kontos',
it's Greek."
"Oh," said Nikki blushing lightly.
"Of course... I knew that. What does it mean?"
"You don't speak your mother tongue?"
"I sure do, I speak American, just like my
"Uh-huh, well read this," Terri said,
handing over the neatly folded newspaper, pointing to a small item on the
previous night's events at the club.
Nikki read out loud "Police are treating as
suspicious an incident in a private club in Soho in which a woman drank some
corrosive cleaning fluid. The unnamed woman is said to be poorly but in a
stable condition, said a hospital spokesperson last night."
"Interesting, don't you think?" said
Nikki shrugged. "I suppose... er, why?"
"Well, for one thing there's no mention of
the club's name, nor the name of the victim herself, let alone that Rachel's a
"What does that mean, that the journalists
are lazy, or what?"
"It means that someone's deliberately keeping
it low key and out of the papers."
"Is that good or bad?"
"Don't know yet. It could mean many things."
"I thought you said it was interesting?"
"Interesting's such a relative term, don't
you think?"
"Why are conversations with you such a chore,
"Are they?"
"See, there you go, answering a question with
a question."
"Do I?"
"I give up."
"Good, because we're here."
They both looked up at the towering skyscraper
looming above them. Nikki stumbled slightly but Terri caught her, still looking
upward herself.
"Sorry, Farmer, looking up at tall buildings
this close always makes me lose my balance."
"Why do you do it then?"
"Dunno really," she said, frowning.
"Uh-huh, well, lay on McDuff, take me to your
company ferrets."
"Yeah, they are pretty weasely, now you come
to mention it," Nikki grinned.
They passed through the revolving doors into a
small, nondescript room. A board on the wall detailed who was housed on what
floor. Ten lifts with several people standing waiting completed the foyer.
Terri and Nikki managed to get a lift to themselves.
"So, Sparcon only takes a couple of floors, I
thought it would be more." said Terri.
"No, this is only their London office, the
main headquarters are in Athens," replied Nikki.
"That where your dad is?"
"Probably, though he could be anywhere,
Sparcon's got offices in New York and Hong Kong, plus a few other places."
"You go to any of them much?"
"Not really, only if there's a boat show
"Do they have that many boat shows?"
"Enough to keep me travelling for a lot of
the year."
"Must be a hard life."
"Well, someone's gotta do it, so I figure it
might as well be me," Nikki said, smiling smugly.
"Have you considered your future with
"No, not really. What do I know about running
a shipping company?"
"Christos seems to see you as a threat."
"He's a jerk."
"Doesn't mean he's wrong."
"Well, I don't want the stupid job, and the
sooner these goons understand that, the sooner they'll leave me alone."
"What did you mean when you said that they
wanted to hurt you?"
"I think they want me to lose my job and come
and work for them."
"Who's them, your dad?"
"No, I don't think he's involved. I think
there are people in the company that don't want to see Christos take over, and
they think I'd make a convenient substitute."
"How long before your dad steps down?"
"Oh, decades in theory, but every now and
then he threatens to retire early and 'leave it to the kids' as he says."
"How do you know this if you never see
"I've been told."
"By who?"
"Well, John, for one."
"Yeah, he's the guy I asked to find where you
lived. His team does all sorts of searches and investigations into whatever the
company needs."
"How do you know you can trust him?"
"Jesus, Farmer, you're as suspicious as
"Maybe, but I've found it's the best way to
"Best for what?"
"You don't get hurt so much."
Nikki snorted. "Can't see anything hurting
you, Farmer."
"What makes you think that?"
"You're so... together, so at ease with
yourself, assured and confident, dynamic... stuff like that."
'Yeah, well add lonely and bored to the list,' Terri thought sadly to herself.
"What you thinking?" asked Nikki.
"That it's a nice lift."
"Right... er, nice."
"Where are we going?" asked Terri.
"Eighteenth floor. That's where operations
lives. Where John and his team hang out."
"Why have offices in London at all?"
"Back when my great-great-grandfather founded
the company it was originally called the Anglo-Greek Shipping Company. Back
when Britannia ruled the waves, it was de rigueur to have a presence here. Not
so important now, of course."
"No, I guess not."
"I believe they used to have over half this
building back in the seventies, but it's shrunk to just two floors now."
"You weren't even born in the
"So, I can read, you know."
Terri was about to reply when the lift arrived. A
large imposing desk, complete with a sleekly groomed woman, blocked the way to
the rest of the floor. Two security guards stood impassively behind her,
apparently ready to repel all unauthorised boarders.
"Ms Takis, a pleasure to see you again, and
so soon after your last visit," said the woman behind the desk.
"Hi Gloria. This is Terri Farmer, she's my
guest, I'm going to show her around."
"Would you like any assistance?"
"Nah, I've got it covered."
The receptionist managed a fixed smile and nodded.
"Would you care to fill out a visitors form
please, Miss Farmer?" Gloria asked, sliding a piece of paper towards
Terri. Nikki took the form and ripped it in half, dropping it back on the desk.
"Not required, she's my guest," she
announced sweetly.
"Miss Takis, it's company policy that all
visitors--" Nikki leaned forward holding up a hand, shutting Gloria up
"One day I'll be running this company, so be
nice and do what I say, huh?" Her voice had dropped low and menacing.
Gloria swallowed, simply nodding.
They swept imperiously past reception, down a long
corridor into a small office. A large door with Nikki's father's name was at
the other end, behind an expensive desk.
Terri raised her eyebrows. "So, you're going
for the top job after all?"
Nikki shrugged. "Nah, but she doesn't know that.
You have to put them in their place every so often, they forget themselves. We
can ask John to come up and see us in Dad's office and get this all cleared
"I take it you don't think John is involved
in your blackmail, or any conspiracy to dump Christos?"
"No, I'm pretty sure he's clean."
"How do you know for sure."
"He's in love with me," Nikki said
"He doesn't know you play on the other
"It's never come up in conversation, but as
his job's research and investigation I can't imagine he doesn't know."
"But you do keep it hidden enough to worry
about what your present employers might think."
"It's dumb. I'm pretty sure they won't care
one way or the other, but they're old fashioned enough to think that it matters
that they appear to be, so they'll feel obliged to do something. The stupid
thing is, I doubt anyone really cares that much these days, they're all just
afraid about what the other person thinks and they act accordingly. If we could
just get people to realise that nobody cares it would all just go away."
"You can always try for Speaker's Corner in
Hyde Park, I'm sure we can find an extra tall soap box for you."
"You're making fun of me again, Farmer."
"Never," Terri said straight-faced.
"Good, because I'll be forced to prod you in
the ribs again."
"That'll cost extra."
"It'd be worth it."
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment
till Terri broke away and perched herself on the secretary's desk. "Shall
we call John and get this show on the road," she asked.
"Let's get comfortable in the big chair next
door first."
"After you," Terri said, sweeping her
hand towards the inner office door.
Nikki opened the door and stepped through with
Terri a pace behind. Had Terri not possessed the reflexes she did, she would
have crashed into the back of Nikki who had stopped still, mid-stride.
"Hello, Nikkoletta," said a man behind a
huge desk filling one wall.
"In the flesh." He spoke in clipped
English without a trace of an accent.
"How come... no one said... why..."
"No one but you and your friend knows I'm
here." He stood up and came round the desk, holding out his hands. Nikki
ran into his outstretched arms, both of them hugging each other.
"Oh, Dad, it's been too long," Nikki
whispered, tears in her eyes.
"I know, little one, I know."
"How'd you get here without anyone seeing
"I can't tell you all my secrets,
Nikki," he said, smiling.
"Hidden executive lift," said Terri.
Nikki relaxed her hold on her Dad, swinging round to look at Terri. He laughed,
but didn't deny Terri's statement.
"You must be the redoubtable Miss
Farmer," he said, holding out his hand.
She took it, returning the strong grip measure for
measure. "And how do you know who I am?"
"I know lots of things, Miss Farmer. I'm
grateful for the help you've given my daughter over the past couple of
"You knew about that?" asked Nikki.
"My own daughter being admitted to hospital
with a major wound? I could hardly miss it, there were so many communications
on the matter."
"You never called," Nikki said
"I knew you were in good hands."
"Your fatherly concern does you proud,"
said Terri.
"Farmer..." growled Nikki.
"No, she's right, I shirk my duties as a
parent, I always have. That you've turned out as well as you have it entirely
due to yourself and your mother. How is she, by the way?"
"She's fine."
"As if you don't know already," added
Terri. Nikki's father slowly released his hold on his daughter.
"You are perceptive, Miss Farmer. My
information on you didn't do you nearly enough justice."
"Let me see," he said, reaching over to
a slim file on his desk. He flipped it open, reading the first page.
"Teresa Jane Farmer, born eighth of December, nineteen seventy. Educated
to degree standard, reading science and engineering. Fluent in several
languages and beyond black belt in at least two of the martial arts. Joined the
British Army as a graduate student, fast tracked through Sandhurst, where you
passed out top of your year. Seconded to the United Nations peace keeping force
as a Captain in the Signals regiment. Resigned your commission unexpectedly.
Why was that exactly, Miss Farmer?"
"I didn't like the food."
"Of course," he said, smiling faintly.
"Returned to the UK and joined the police force, but left after only a
year. The food again, I presume?"
"No, I didn't like the hat."
"Ah, quite so. Presently self-employed as a
private detective. The food and hats more to your liking there?"
"So far."
"You live in an expensive apartment in
Chelsea but still owe over a million pounds on it."
"Yeah, but I own half of it already."
"Would you care to own the other half, while
you're still young, Miss Farmer?"
"Is that some sort of threat?"
"No, no, you misunderstand me. I'm offering
you a permanent position that will help you to achieve financial
"What sort of position?"
"To the point. I like that, Miss Farmer. May
I call you Teresa? I'm sure there's no need for such formality."
"Farmer's just fine."
"As you wish. Well, firstly, I want you to protect
my daughter. Just do what you've been doing. Secondly, I might have an
investigative job for you. Would you be interested?"
"Depends what the job is."
"I think some of my ships are being used by
an organised gang of smugglers. I wish to put a stop to it."
"You've got John and his team, so Nikki tells
me. Let them handle it."
"They have been trying but with little
success so far. One might be tempted to come to the conclusion that they're not
trying very hard. But I'll give them the benefit of the doubt for the time
being. No, this would be an independent investigation by an outsider, someone
with no potential vested interests."
"Why not just hand it over to the
"Of which country?"
"Whichever one suits."
"I think not."
"What if it led to places you might not be
comfortable with?"
"Ah, you mean my son?" Terri raised her
eyebrows in acknowledgement. "I don't care where it leads, I want the
truth. Does this mean you're interested?"
"I'll think about it."
"You're very quiet, Nikki," he said,
turning to his daughter.
"It's all a bit sudden, Dad, is all. I'm
having trouble taking it all in."
"That's understandable."
"Is there any point in asking to see John
now?" asked Terri.
"I've had words, it won't happen again."
"What won't?" asked Nikki, a puzzled
look on her face.
"I think someone misinterpreted one of your
orders, no?" said Terri.
"Again, I admire your astuteness, Miss
Farmer. Yes, somebody over-reacted when I suggested casually to them that it
would be interesting to put my two children under some pressure to see what
they were made of."
"What the hell did you do that for?"
demanded Nikki.
"It wasn't my plan to see either of you hurt,
I assure you."
"Well I hope you fired the sorry
sonofabitch's ass," ranted Nikki.
"He has been dealt with, I promise you. Now,
Miss Farmer, what is your decision?"
"Let me think on it. I've got other things to
deal with at the moment. I can't just drop them."
"If it's a financial problem then that can be
dealt with swiftly, Miss Farmer."
"Not everything revolves around money, Mr
Takis. Or can I call you Alex, now that we're not being so formal?"
He smiled his thin smile again. "I like you,
Farmer. I can't tell you how refreshing it is, not to have yet more obsequious
"I try my best."
"Yes, I think you do." He looked at his
watch. "Still, time is money and I'm booked on a flight to Moscow in an
hour. If you don't mind I've a few things to attend to before I go."
"How will I contact you," asked Terri.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card.
"That's my private mobile and my secretary's
private line. One of us will always answer twenty-four hours a day. Please
contact me when you have something to tell me."
"Come on, Nikki, we're being politely thrown
"Dad?" Nikki said, looking at her father.
"Go with Miss Farmer, Nikkoletta, you're in
good hands."
"But... but... "
"Come on," Terri said, gently taking
Nikki's arm and leading her to the door.
"One more thing, Miss Farmer," Nikki's
father called out.
"I see that you've never been married, and
you are presently without a partner."
"Is it something I should be interested
"I hope you find it interesting that it's
something that's none of your damn business."
He nodded, pausing for a moment. "Yes, you're
"That it's none of your business?"
"No, it's interesting that there is something
that isn't my business. Good day, Miss Farmer. I hope to hear from you
* * *
"Interesting person," said Terri between
long, slow licks. They were both sitting on a park bench, eating ice-creams.
"Yeah, that's one word for him," replied
Nikki sullenly.
"Not someone to get on the wrong side of, I'd
"I wouldn't know."
They lapsed into silence, Terri concentrating on
her ice-cream, Nikki staring at the carefully laid-out herbaceous borders of
the park, not really seeing them.
"You want that?" asked Terri, nudging
Nikki and pointing to her melting ice-cream.
"No, you have it. I'm not in the mood right
"I've always figured that there is never a
bad time for ice-cream," she said, happily relieving Nikki of her cone.
"Why can't I have a normal father?"
"Probably goes with the territory, I'd
"What territory?"
"Super-rich business types. All work and no
play. Not surprised your mum bailed."
"He couldn't have always been like that,
surely?" said Nikki.
"What else were you thinking of?"
"You know, love, romance, dating, all
"Maybe your mum liked the idea of a
never-ending supply of spending money. Found out too late it was way
"I guess."
"You're young, Nikki. One day your princess
will come. Then you can spend the rest of your life showing your dad how it
should be done."
"What about you, Farmer. Will your er...
whatever come?"
"If they don't I'm not doing it right."
"Very funny, Farmer. I'm being serious
Terri shrugged, licking another great scoop of
ice-cream into her mouth. "Not something I've ever really dwelt
upon," she said, frowning slightly, obviously uncomfortable with the
"You think there's someone out there just for
you, the other half of your soul?" Nikki asked.
"I don't know."
"What if they're close by already, but you
just don't recognise it?"
"Damned if I know," muttered Terri.
Part Six
Farmer finished her ice-cream. "What now,
"Hah, it's only Boss when it suits!"
replied Nikki, scornfully.
"At the moment it suits."
"In that case, take me home."
"Would that be hotel home, Farmer Mansions
home, or California home?"
"Farmer, I'm not in the mood, just take me
back to your place... please."
"Home it is," Terri said, rising fluidly
from the park bench, holding out her hand. Nikki took it without comment,
allowing herself to be pulled effortlessly to her feet.
"Do we have to go back on the subway?"
"Not if you don't want. There's buses, taxis
or legs; take your pick."
"How far would it be to walk?"
"Oh, if we kept up a good pace we could be
there in a couple of hours."
"Fine, we'll get a taxi."
"As you wish." Terri looked up and down the
street. It was teeming with traffic, but no taxis were amongst the rush.
"Let's walk down towards the river. There'll be plenty of taxis down
"Sure," Nikki replied, not really
"Still thinking about your dad?" asked
Terri, as they ambled slowly southward.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Not happy thoughts."
"No, not really." They lapsed into
"Did you get along with your dad?"
"He was my best friend."
"And your mom?"
"Her too, though she and I, well... we tended
to argue a bit."
"What about?"
"Oh, this an' that; the usual."
"Tell me."
"She didn't like my tomboy ways much. It
always caused tension between us."
"You a tomboy, who'da thought?" Nikki
said, smiling for the first time since they'd left her father's office.
"Yeah, big surprise, huh."
"When did you realize it was cool to be a
Terri thought about it for some time. "Not
sure really," she said quietly. "Cost me a lot of things I really
wanted, over the years."
"Farmer, you can't be serious, you couldn't
be more woman if you tried."
"Didn't say I wasn't any good at it,"
Terri smiled.
"Not that you bother with all the frilly
stuff. No makeup, no girly clothes, but you can't hide what you are. I bet the
boys were all over you in college."
"A few tried."
"They didn't try a second time."
"Kick-ass even then, huh?"
"My dad let me go to karate lessons from when
I was four," Terri said, her eyes losing focus as she thought about the
past. "My mum wanted me to go to dance lessons and piano. We compromised on
martial arts. She must've talked herself into believing it was just another
form of dancing." Terri laughed at the thought.
"But your dad knew?"
"Oh yeah. He used to take me to the
"I bet you had a room full of trophies."
"A couple."
"Is that when you wanted to be a boy?"
"Yeah, they had all the power. I had to work
so hard just to be as strong. I felt I'd been cheated. Then I figured God just
wanted me to work harder than all the others."
"Which you did, of course."
"They took their muscles for granted, I
Nikki reached out and squeezed Terri's upper arm.
Her bicep tensed at the touch, swelling slightly. It felt like oak covered in
velvet to Nikki.
"Damn, woman, they're like... like
rock-solid. Awesome," Nikki enthused.
"Yeah, well, I've been doing it for so long,
I don't even think about it." Terri shrugged, slightly self-conscious at
the close scrutiny.
"So now you can thank God for giving you the
drive. Had you really been a boy you would've taking it for granted, like they
"Don't believe in God anymore."
"Oh, why not?"
"Nosey little thing, aren't you?"
"Just making conversation, Farmer. Getting to
know you more. I think we need to if we're going to be together so much."
"Who says we're going to be together?"
"But I thought... Dad's offer an' all...
"Haven't decided yet," Terri said
brusquely, cutting off Nikki's words.
Nikki frowned at the thought of Terri not being
around for much longer. "Well, you must be getting to like me."
"And why's that?"
Nikki swung round and started walking backwards a
few paces ahead of Terri. "Because you let me touch you and you didn't
flinch or toss me on my butt," she said grinning. Terri stopped walking,
reflexively touching her arm where Nikki had squeezed her.
"You'll catch a fly," Nikki called,
still grinning.
* * *
They reached the Thames, neither of them
apparently in any hurry to locate a taxi for the ride home. Nikki leaned on the
railing overlooking the large river. Across from them, on the opposite bank,
they could see the London Eye, the capital's latest landmark, a huge Ferris
wheel built to commemorate the new millennium.
"Impressive," Nikki said.
"I suppose," Terri replied.
"Nothing much impresses you, does it?"
"A few things."
"Such as?"
"What is this, bug the bodyguard day, or
"Just answer the question, Farmer."
"Why should I?"
"I'm the boss, remember?"
"Oh yeah, silly me."
"You wanna know what impresses me?"
"Yeah, and don't say employers who don't ask
any questions, either!"
Terri was about to comment on that, but she
thought better of it; instead, she closed her eyes briefly, shaking her head.
"I like watching the sunrise on the African plains. I like the way light
reflects off a butterfly's wings. I like sitting in a comfy chair reading
Shakespeare on wet Sunday afternoons. I like people who respect the sanctity of
life. I like the smell of new-mown grass. Most of all, I like people who leave
me alone."
"Wow, Farmer. And I thought you'd tell me how
impressive a Smith 'n Wesson was, or how great a Chevy V8 sounded."
"Yeah, well, it just shows you never really
know anyone, no matter how much you think you do," Terri said, walking off
towards the Tower.
Nikki jogged up beside her. "You're not
cross, are you?"
"You kinda look it, a little."
"Not cross, 'promise."
"Good. Where're we going?"
"There'll be plenty of taxis up by the Tower,
what with all the tourists, an' all."
"Wow, the Tower of London. I've never been
"Just a castle full of old stuff."
"Not on your list, then."
"Why not?"
"It's a homage to war and death."
"I thought you liked all that?"
"Used to, not anymore."
"Is that why you left the army?"
"Sort of."
"What does that mean?" asked Nikki.
"It means sort of."
"You liked the army but not the reason why
it's there?"
Terri smiled. "Very good, Nikki."
"I'm not as stupid as you look, you know,
"No, I guess you're not."
"Hey, can we stop and sit for a while?"
Nikki said, pointing to one of the many benches that lined the river's edge.
"I thought you wanted to get home."
"I do, but... my back's hurting, I'd like to
rest it a little."
Terri looked at Nikki. "Why do I get the
feeling that you're milking your back a little?"
"You've got a suspicious mind, you told me
so, remember?"
"Yeah I did, didn't I. Okay, we can sit
awhile, if that's what you want." Nikki grinned in triumph. They sat down,
looking out over the river.
"You haven't told me why you don't believe in
God anymore," said Nikki, idly watching a small barge drift by below them.
"Do you ever stop asking questions?"
"Not usually."
"You'd make a good detective."
"Yes, really. That's the first requirement of
any good investigator, to ask as many questions as possible."
"That I can do."
"Yes, you can."
"So, why don't you?" asked Nikki again,
after a short pause.
Terri sighed. "It's a damn good job I'm going
to charge your father a lot of money for this."
Nikki grinned. "Does that mean you're taking
his job offer?"
"Not permanently, and on my terms."
"I wouldn't expect anything less," Nikki
"And if you really want to know the reason I
don't believe in God anymore is because if he, she, or it, exists and they let
the things I've seen happen, and go on happening, well, they're not worthy of
my, or anyone else's, belief."
"What things?" Nikki asked softly,
slightly alarmed by the venom behind Terri's words, and the sudden fire in her
"You don't want to know," Terri said
flatly. Nikki could see that she had no intention of continuing the conversation.
Nikki wanted to change the subject and said the
first thing that came into her head. "Did you ever have any dolls when you
were a kid?" 'Ooh, that was lame, even for you, Nikki,' she winced.
Terri paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow.
"A few."
"What sort?" asked Nikki, surprised that
Terri had even answered the question.
Terri coughed and shrugged slightly. "I
erm... I had a couple of Action Men. I think they called them G.I. Joes over on
your side of the pond."
"Figures," she said, smiling. "No
"Didn't want one."
"I had loads of them, plus tons of
"I bet you did, Miss Silver Spoon in her
Mouth. I had to make do with a heavy machine gun emplacement and a frogman's
outfit, but they were cool. I gave my Action Men names, they were Clint and
"Burt was never the same after Prince chewed
him and buried him in the back garden; suffered some real battle fatigue."
Terri smiled at the memory.
"I take it that was a dog formerly known as
"Yeah, a big old Alsatian. One of his ears
always hung down, never did stand up like the other one. Daft as a brush, but
he loved us unconditionally, for all that."
Nikki smiled back. "I can beat that; my mom
caught me having two of my Barbies making out on their fairy tale four-poster
Terri laughed out loud. "Even then it was an
exclusive girl's club, huh?"
"Oh yeah, I knew even back then that would be
no Ken in my life."
"How old were you?"
"Seven or eight, something like that."
"And you knew all about the birds and bees at
"No, not really. I just knew that I didn't
like boys. Not just 'cause they were loud and stupid. Hell, there's plenty of
girls afflicted the same way, it's just I knew, and that's all there was to
"What did your mum say when she found you and
the Barbies?"
"She said I shouldn't do that in public but
it was okay at home."
"That was all, no recriminations, no
"No, she was cool about it."
"Chalk one up for your Ma, I like her
"Yeah, she is kinda neat," Nikki smiled.
"And how did your dad react, assuming you've
told him."
"I did, when I was fifteen. He didn't react
at all, just said 'Oh' and left it at that."
"Could've been worse."
"True, the horror stories a couple of my
friends tell just defy description."
"It's a cruel world."
"That it is," Nikki replied, sadly. They
watched another barge drift by in silence.
Terri turned to Nikki. "Is your back rested
enough, or haven't you quizzed me sufficiently yet?"
"I think it's time we went home," Nikki
replied, smiling.
* * *
"This will cost me an extra hour on the bars,
you know," said Terri, happily chewing into a large pizza they'd picked up
on the way back to the flat.
"A growing grrrl needs sustenance,"
replied Nikki between bites.
"Yeah, well, when you start growing a fat
little tummy don't blame me."
"Abs of steel," Nikki said, proudly
jabbing herself in the stomach and taking another large bite.
"Not if you keep this up."
"Then I'll have to join you on the
"I figured you more for a fancy gym type,
with lots of expensive exercise machines and hot and cold running personal
"Unfortunately they wouldn't let me take them
on the plane."
"What is it with airlines today, huh?"
"I know, they just don't get the important
things, do they?"
They both smiled at each other, their eyes
locking. Terri coughed, turning away. "Erm, I don't think there's a lot to
be gained by watching the club tonight. I doubt anything's going to happen. I
expect the place will still be crawling with cops."
"Whatever you say, Farmer," said Nikki,
"I'd better phone your father and tell him
the good news," Terri said, picking up the telephone and pulling his
business card from her pocket. She got up, dialing his number as she headed for
the kitchen. Nikki switched the TV on, flicking through the channels. She
didn't find anything she wanted to watch despite two full cycles through all of
"He accepted my terms," Terri said,
coming back into the room.
"You didn't expect him to?"
Terri shrugged. "I doubled my normal fee just
to have a starting point to haggle a bit, he accepted it without comment. Wish
I'd have trebled it now."
"How did he take you not wanting to become a
permanent employee?"
"He didn't say. Maybe he'll offer again, when
this is all done."
"Will you accept?"
"Didn't think so. So, what now?"
"Now we wait for a courier. He's going to get
some details sent over to fill in the background to the case he wants me to
look into."
"What'll we do in the mean-time?"
"There's books, videos, DVDs, and satellite television.
I might even be able to come up with a pack of cards."
"Ooh, a girls' night in."
Terri's eyebrows lifted. "Let's just make it
perfectly clear. There are no fairy tale four-poster beds here."
"Spoilsport," said Nikki, grinning.
"That's me." Terri smiled back, but
inside she was confused. It was all happening so damned easily. Nikki was
fitting into her cloistered life as if she was always meant to be here. Could
she have found a real friend after all this time?
"Penny for them."
"What?" asked Terri.
"Penny for your thoughts. Or has inflation
struck and it's now a pound?"
"That's a great idea."
"What is?"
"I can get you a jar. Every time you want to
ask me a personal question you have to put a pound in the jar. That way I'd
soon be a multi-millionaire and I could retire to the Bahamas."
"Yeah right, and what would you do in the
"That'll cost you a pound to find out."
"Screw you, Farmer."
"You can't, you know what your mum said, it
was only okay at home."
"I like to think of this as my second home
"Tricky," said Farmer, grinning at
Nikki's quick thinking.
"That's me," she grinned back.
"How about we just find a film to
"Do you have any popcorn?"
"Sorry," Terri replied, shaking her
"How can you watch a movie without popcorn?"
"Oddly enough, I've managed on a fair number
of occasions so far."
"Okay, what did you have in mind?"
"I don't know, I haven't checked on Sky,
they've got a dozen or so movie channels, there's bound to be something
"Bound, now there's a good movie," said
"It's all right, I guess. I preferred The
Matrix, their follow-up."
"Yeah, well you would, all that kung fu
"I liked the science fiction aspect more. The
kung fu was... exaggerated."
"You don't say."
"I do say."
"And you should know."
"Yep, I should know."
"Anyone ever tell you, you were too smug for
your own good at times, Farmer?"
"Not to my face," Terri said smugly.
"Hmmm, so while we watch a movie, some
fruit-loop is out there attacking innocent women?"
"What do you suggest, we go on patrol?"
"Like the Scooby gang?"
"The who?" asked Terri, puzzled.
"The Scooby gang, you know, Buffy."
"The Vampire Slayer?"
"Yeah, her."
"I've never watched it."
"But you've got a mug."
Terri shrugged. "It was a present from a
young boy I helped find. He'd had an argument with his parents and ran away. He
had it sent to my office."
"So, you don't watch Buffy, is that what
you're saying?"
"Er, no, sorry. I've seen enough real horror
to not go seeking more of it for entertainment."
"Buffy's not horror," Nikki snorted.
"It's comedy."
"Oh, I just figured what with the vampires
and stuff... you'll have to introduce it to me, then."
"I'll do that. I'll even hold your hand
during the scary bits."
"I thought you said it was a comedy?"
"It is, but it does have vampires, so I
thought I'd offer."
"You're too kind," said Terri.
"Are we going to watch a movie or are we just
going to talk about it all evening?"
"Call up the guide and see what's on."
"You do it, it's your TV," she said
tossing the controller to Terri.
A few presses of buttons and exasperated
mutterings later, "There's nothing worth watching."
"Told you," said Nikki.
"After I'd gone through all the channels when
you were in the kitchen."
"You did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"And they say the art of conversation is
dead," said Terri, rubbing her eyes.
"You sure there isn't a fairy tale
four-poster around here?" asked Nikki with an evil grin.
Terri sighed. "Why me?"
The door-bell chimed. Terri flicked on the TV to
show a courier standing at the door carrying a large brown bulky envelope.
"You watched me on that thing?" asked
"You're so sneaky, with your hidden cameras
and your bugs."
"I like to have an edge," Terri said,
opening the door and signing for the package.
"Being Superwoman's not enough?"
"I might meet a small blonde with a fistful
of Kryptonite, then where would I be?"
'At my mercy,' thought Nikki, smiling to herself.
Terri opened the envelope, pulling out some
documents and photographs. She quickly read through the first few pages.
"So, what's it all about, where're we
"How's the south of France sound? Marseilles,
to be exact."
Part Seven
"Would you... come with me? I mean right
inside," asked Nikki, hesitantly. Terri could see Nikki was growing more
agitated by the minute.
"If you really think it's necessary."
"I do, I do. And besides, Farmer, it's your
job to protect me!"
"I think you'll be safe with the doctor.
They've taken an oath, you know."
"They could've lied," Nikki said
Terri smiled. "If you want me to be there,
then I'll be there, okay?"
Nikki's shoulders relaxed. "Thank you,
Farmer. I know I'm being a coward, but I've got hundreds of the damn things to
come out."
"I know," Terri said, instinctively taking
Nikki into her arms and giving her a gentle hug. Nikki sighed, closing her eyes
and leaning her head against Terri's shoulder.
"Hmm, this is nice," she mumbled into
Terri's shirt.
"Don't get too attached, it's just a
hug," cautioned Terri, but still smiling. 'If Nikki were a cat she'd be
purring,' she thought.
"I'll take what I can get."
"I'll bet you will, but time's up, Nikki I'm
afraid, we should be getting you to the Doc's." Nikki resentfully allowed
herself to be gently pushed away from her safe haven.
"You will hold my hand when they break out
the pliers, won't you?"
"I think they'll need me to hold you down,
especially when they start with the heated needles."
"It's not funny, Farmer," Nikki pouted.
"I don't like doctors at the best of times, let alone ones I know are
going to hurt me."
"I doubt the doc will actually do it himself.
Probably get one of his nurses to do the dirty work. He'll just take a quick
look and send you a huge bill for the privilege." Nikki's father had
arranged for her to be booked into one of the prestigious, but very expensive,
private clinics in Harley Street.
"Will she be a babe?" asked Nikki,
perking up a bit at the idea.
"For the money they'll doubtless be charging
your dad, I think it highly likely."
"Well, come on, Farmer, what are we waiting
for, let's go!"
"Yes, Boss."
* * *
Against either of their expectations it was a
young female doctor who saw them. She was happy for Terri to accompany them
into the surgery, once they explained she was Nikki's personal bodyguard.
Harley Street doctors were obviously used to that sort of thing.
"I thought you'd get a nurse to do this --
ow!" Nikki said. She was lying face down on a deeply padded leather
examination table. The room was more how Nikki imagined a gentleman's club to
be decorated than a doctor's surgery.
"That's one down, only another forty-seven to
go," the doctor said cheerily, dropping the stitch into a stainless steel
"Forty seven!" Nikki exclaimed.
"Jesus, I'll never survive," she groaned, gripping Terri's hand
harder still.
"I'm sorry, Ms Takis, but you heal faster
than anticipated. Some of your stitches are getting a little over-grown, I'm
having to dig for them. That's why I'm not asking my nurse to do it. He's a bit
squeamish at the sight of blood," she said, chuckling to herself at her
little joke. She merrily continued snipping, digging, and tugging her way down
Nikki's back.
"Remind me not to get cut up by a loony
again, will you Farmer -- ow! " she squealed for the fifteenth time,
scrunching up her eyes so hard a few tears squeezed out and ran down her
"Doc, can't you do something about the
pain?" asked Terri.
"I can give you a quick spray with a mild
numbing agent, will that do?" asked the doctor.
"Please," Nikki said gratefully. The
doctor left for a moment to get the aerosol.
"Damn doctors, no sense of other people's
discomfort. They're the same the world over." said Terri, tracing her
thumb across Nikki's cheek, removing another stray tear.
"Sorry, Farmer, you must think me a total
wuss," Nikki said, biting her bottom lip in pain.
"Shshhh, Nikki, it's okay. It'll soon be over
and we can get out of here. How about we go find some new DVDs to buy? There
might be a small cafe somewhere nearby, we can order some ice-cream
"Sounds good," she mumbled into the
table. The doctor returned and sprayed Nikki's back. Ten minutes later all the
stitches were removed and the wound re-covered.
"It's not going to split back open when I'm
least expecting it, is it, Doc?" Nikki asked, attempting to button up her
shirt with trembling hands. Terri gently pushed her hands aside, doing up her
buttons for her.
"Just take it easy for a week or so,"
said the doctor. "I wouldn't recommend swimming for at least a month, and try
not to disturb the scab too much. Let nature takes its course and you'll be
good as new, with nothing but a faint scar to show for your little
"Thanks, Doc, though I wished you'd have used
the spray earlier," Nikki said, sniffing.
"Expensive item, we only use such things when
we must," the doctor said cheerily, pulling her latex gloves off and
dropping them in a bin.
"Nikki, you go on and wait outside for me a
moment. I'd like a word with the doctor," said Terri, gently propelling
Nikki towards the door. Nikki stood by the open door, uncertain, looking back
at Terri.
"There's not a problem, is there,
"No, no problem, Nikki. You go on, I'll only
be a minute." Terri said, smiling warmly.
"Okay, see you in a minute." She closed
the door behind her. Terri's smile dropped and her eyes narrowed. She slowly
turned around.
"Can I help?" asked the doctor.
* * *
"I thought you said we were going to the
south of France, not this... this Southampton place," said Nikki
indignantly. They were on a train heading away from London, towards the south
coast of England. It had been two days since Nikki's stitches came out, and to
Terri's eyes at least, Nikki seemed fully fit and back to normal. They had
watched the club again the previous night but nothing of any significance had
happened. The night of Nikki's return from the doctors had been spent eating
ice-cream and popcorn -- which they'd made a point of stocking up on -- and
watching DVDs on Terri's big screen television. Terri was somewhat surprised to
discover she had enjoyed herself immensely, chatting about movies and munching
popcorn, which she had to admit had added greatly to the experience.
"Patience is a virtue," replied Terri,
looking out the window at the passing countryside.
"I don't see how the south of England can be
mistaken for the south of France."
"It can't. Well, it shouldn't be, put it that
way. I did read once of a tourist who thought he was driving to Newcastle in
the far north, from the southern port of Dover. When the police finally caught
up with him he'd driven round the London orbital motorway about ten times. So I
guess you can never underestimate the ability of folks to get things
Nikki laughed at the story. Terri found herself
unaccountably pleased to have made her happy.
"So why are we going to Southampton and not
"It's pretty simple really, we're joining a
vessel at Southampton oil terminal that sails for Port-de-Bouc in the
"We are?"
"We are."
"And where does the south of France fit into
all this?"
"Port-de-Bouc is the major oil terminal a few
kilometres down the coast from Marseilles."
"Think you've got it all worked out,
"Nope, it was all written down in the stuff
your Dad sent, which, if I'm not mistaken, I told you to read, and inwardly
digest, before we left, did I not?"
"Yeah, yeah, I was busy."
"Yeah, I had lots of things to do,"
Nikki said defensively.
"Such as?"
"Hey, is that a cow?" Nikki said,
pointing out of the window.
"I expect so, we killed off all the bears
centuries ago," Terri said, smiling, closing her eyes and leaning back
into the comfortable seats of the first class carriage. When Nikki's father
organised things they certainly were organised.
"So, what's our cover?"
"It's tricky, but we should manage. You're playing
the part of the owner's daughter on a fact-finding mission to see what it's
like to run an oil tanker, and I'm going as your personal bodyguard. Think
we'll be able to pull it off?" A smile hovered fleetingly about Terri's
lips as she slid her sunglasses down from the top of her head.
"Very funny, Farmer, ha ha."
"Thought you'd like it."
"Farmer, can I ask you a question?"
asked Nikki after a short pause.
"It won't cost me a pound?"
"On the house."
"What did you say to the doctor the other day,
after I left?"
"Nothing much," Terri's voice an icy
"Come on, Farmer, I know you said
"It's not important now, it's all in the
"I wanna know," Nikki said stubbornly.
"I simply reminded her of her duty as a
"I sort of figured it was something like
that. You didn't, erm, hurt her or anything, did you?"
"Never laid a finger on her, though the
callous bitch would've deserved it."
"Which of the Farmer's rules did she
"She--," Terri paused, an inner truth
revealing itself to her. "She was hurting a good friend of mine, which
could have been avoided, all for the sake of a few lousy quid."
"She was only doing her job."
"No, she wasn't, she was failing in her
"What did you say to her?"
"I pointed out that the love of money was the
root of all evil... amongst other things."
"Is that all?"
"That's all."
"Would I lie?"
Nikki considered it for a moment. "Think she
took any notice?"
"Oh yeah, she won't be pulling a stunt like
that again in a hurry, least not while I'm around."
Nikki couldn't help smiling at her dark knight
defending her behind her back. "Farmer, did you just say 'good friend' a
moment ago?" she asked, thinking back to what Terri had said.
Terri paused again. "Yeah, I guess I
"Are we?"
"Would you like us to be?" Terri said, a
touch of uncertainty in her voice.
"I'd like that very much, Farmer."
"Then it's official, we're good
friends," said Terri. Nikki grinned broadly, launching herself at Terri
and wrapping her arms around her startled bodyguard. "Hey, steady on
there, friend, we're not dating or anything."
"I know, but I hug all my friends when we
first meet," Nikki whispered in her ear, underlining her remark with an
extra squeeze before letting go of Terri.
"But we met over a week ago, remember we were
both there at the time."
"Yeah, but now we're officially friends, we
weren't then."
* * *
The taxi dropped them off at the gangplank leading
up to the oil tanker, the SS Golden Fleece. At just over one hundred and thirty
five thousand tons displacement it was an impressive sight. The side of the
ship towered up above them with imperious majesty.
"What do we do now?" asked a slightly
overawed Nikki.
"I guess we pick up our bags and climb on up
the gangplank, unless you reckon they've got slaves for that sort of
thing," replied Terri, shouldering her bag and starting up the steps of
the steeply raked aluminium ladder.
"Farmer, what about my suitcases?"
"Told you to pack light."
"I can't carry these, what about my
"Easy, make two journeys," said Farmer,
still climbing upward.
"I thought you were my friend!" Nikki
shouted up at her.
Terri stopped. 'You had to go and tell her
didn't you, loudmouthed twit!' she admonished herself. She sighed, looking up
at the top of the ladder she could see some men leaning over the railing
grinning down at her, waiting to see what she'd do. They'd apparently been
drawn to Nikki's shouting down on the jetty and came to see what the fuss was
Shaking her head she turned and made her way back
down to the bottom of the steps.
"You rang, Milady?"
"Yes, thank you Farmer, would you be kind
enough to carry my bags up the gangplank for me please?"
Terri pursed her lips and looked up at the sailors
looking down at them both. She turned back to Nikki, who was smiling
beatifically at her.
"Certainly, your Highness," she growled,
slinging her own bag diagonally across her shoulders. She effortlessly picked
up both suitcases, sliding one of them under her right arm, leaving her left
arm free. Without warning she scooped Nikki off her feet and over her shoulder,
then marched back towards the metal stairway again.
"Farmer, put me down!"
"When we get to the top. Wouldn't want you to
tire yourself out now," Terri grunted as she made her way up the steps.
"Farmer, I'm warning you, this is not
"Never said it was."
"Farmer, I'll bite you in the butt if you
don't put me down right now."
"Then you'll fall in the water and I really don't
feel like diving in after you, so keep still and enjoy the ride...
friend," she said, somehow making the last word sound like an insult.
"Oooooh, you are so dead, Farmer," Nikki
snarled, her face turning bright red, a combination of acute embarrassment and
hanging upside down.
They reached the top of the swaying staircase,
much to the amazement of the watching sailors. "Where can I drop
this?" Terri asked one of them.
"My cabin's number four on the lower
deck," said the nearest sailor, in a heavy Greek accent.
"Don't think you want to share your cabin
with a really pissed off daughter of the ship's owner, do you?" said
Terri, grinning at the man.
"I'd take my chances," he said, grinning
Terri swung round so that Nikki was facing the
man. "What do you reckon, Boss, you wanna camp down with our friend
here?" Terri said, addressing Nikki's backside.
Nikki braced herself on Terri's lower back,
pushing herself up to meet the man face to face. "Hi, could you tell me
where the captain's cabin is, I've got to arrange a keel-hauling."
He laughed and pointed to a door at the base of
the superstructure. "Through that door there, up the first set of stairs
then take the elevator to the top floor. The captain's cabin is to your right
as you come out."
"Thanks," she said and smacked Terri on
the rump. "Onward, slave, take me to our new leader."
"If I'm going to get keel-hauled it might as
well be for a sheep as a lamb," said Terri moving across the deck to the
ship's edge. She made to toss Nikki over the hand-rail. Nikki shrieked at the
top of her voice followed by a fit of giggling.
A man leaned over the bridge wing high above them,
shouting something in Greek.
"What did he say," asked Nikki
breathlessly, calming down from her laughter.
"I think he's a bit miffed that some silly
women are disturbing his watch."
"Is he important?"
"Don't know, couldn't see the number of bars
on his shoulder."
"Guess you ought to put me down, huh,
"I guess so," Terri said, lowering Nikki
to the deck. "Maybe we should go and present ourselves?" she added.
"Right. And Farmer, thanks for that."
"It's been a while since I laughed so
"Perhaps we should both get out more?"
"Wherever you want to go, I'll always be with
Terri raised an eyebrow and looked at Nikki. The
blonde blushed slightly. "That didn't come out quite the way it sounded in
my head before I said it."
"Sounded all right to me," said Terri,
stepping over the raised threshold of the door and disappearing inside the
accommodation. Nikki looked around the deck at the sailors looking back at her.
She smiled at them and cleared her throat. "She's British," as if
that explained everything.
"She's very strong," one of them said,
leaving the others to nod rapidly in agreement.
"You have no idea," she said, grinning.
* * *
Terri knocked on the door to the captain's cabin.
They'd dropped their bags in the corridor, not knowing where else to put them.
"Come," a voice called through the door.
They entered the room. It was huge in comparison to the ones they'd passed on
the way to the lift. Rank obviously had its privileges.
"Captain," Nikki said, walking forward
and offering her hand to shake.
"And you are?" he said, ignoring the
"She's someone who can lose you your
job," Terri stepped forward, looming over the man. "Easy,
Tiger," cautioned Nikki. Terri glared at the man, but stepped back
"Miss Takis, I presume," he said,
finally taking Nikki's hand. "And you must be Miss Farmer, the
companion," he said, turning to Terri.
"That'd be me," she said, not offering
her hand to shake.
"I'm not sure why either of you want to be on
board my ship, but I must do as I'm told." It was obvious he wasn't happy
with the situation.
"I'm not here to spy on anyone, I'm just
getting a feel for the company as a whole. We'll do our best not to get in
anyone's way," smiled Nikki.
"Please bear in mind that this is a working
ship and many places are dangerous, especially to inexperienced civilians such
as yourselves."
"We'll keep that in mind, Captain."
"Naturally you'll have the owner's cabin.
It's down the corridor, past the bridge, next to the chief engineer's cabin.
I've asked the third officer, Martina Gerhard, to be your guide during your
stay. She's a good officer, I'm sure she can answer any of your questions.
Enjoy your voyage, ladies," he said, returning to his paperwork.
"Where might we find Martina?" asked
"I expect she's on the bridge at the
moment," he said without looking up. They left the cabin, Terri closing
the door behind them.
"He's a barrel of laughs," she said to
Nikki in a low voice.
"Maybe he's got something to hide?"
"Shall we take our bags to the cabin, then go
find this Martina?"
"Sounds like a plan."
The owner's cabin was as large as the captain's.
It consisted of a day room, a shower and bathroom, plus a separate bedroom.
Most of the cabins on the ship consisted of a single room. Terri dropped
Nikki's suitcases on the bed before shrugging out of her own bag.
"Er, Farmer, there's only one bed," said
Nikki, looking directly at Terri.
"S'okay I can sleep on the couch in the
living room."
"It's called a day room."
"You'll have to get with the programme,
Farmer. It's now port and starboard, fore and aft, not left and right, front
and back. Walls are bulkheads and floors and ceilings are deckheads."
"Yeah, well the captain's a deckhead, let's
hope the third mate's a bit more human."
"We can take it in turns."
"For what?"
"To sleep in the bed."
"No, you take it, I've had to put up with a
lot worse in my time."
"If you insist."
"You could at least have haggled just a
little more."
"You've said it now, so I'm keeping it, the
bed is mine," Nikki said in triumph.
"And I seem to recall you wanting to organise
a keel-haul," Terri said, advancing on Nikki.
"Now, Farmer, quit it, or I'll be forced to
call some of those sailor boys to come and restrain you," she said,
laughing, but prudently backing up all the same.
Before Terri could respond someone knocked on the
door. Nikki hastily leapt around Terri and raced into the dayroom to open it.
"Evening, Ma'am, I'm this deck's steward. Is
there anything I can get either of you ladies?"
"Got any handcuffs?"
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind, I think she's calmed down
"Er, right. Dinner will be at nineteen
hundred hours in the officer's mess."
"Where would that be?"
"Two decks down, straight across from the
"Thanks," said Nikki, closing the door.
"Handcuffs?" whispered Terri directly
into Nikki's ear.
Nikki jumped in shock. "Jesus, don't do that,
Farmer! How many times have I told you to get a bell or something, creeping up
on people like that ain't right."
"Oh, and handcuffing them is?"
"You'd probably enjoy it. Control freaks are
all the same," Nikki said, grinning.
"He seemed like a nice boy, if you know what
I mean?" Terri said, ignoring Nikki's comment.
"Who, the steward?"
"No, the guy in the leopard skin loincloth
swinging past the window."
"It's porthole, not window."
"Any more perfectly good words I'm not
allowed to use?"
"Probably, but I'll feed them in gradually,
so you're not overwhelmed. And if you mean the steward was a bit camp, then
yes, most stewards are. It seems to go with the territory."
"So we're safe in our beds, or in some cases,
"Oh, I don't know, Farmer, I reckon if you
flex those muscles at him he might have a change of heart."
"You reckon?"
"What about this third mate, reckon I've got
a chance with her?"
"Who knows, we haven't even met, you might
not be her type."
"I bet I could turn her head, if I wanted
"Are you purposefully trying to aggravate me,
Farmer," Nikki said, trying hard to disguise her annoyance but failing
"Is it working?"
"Good, that'll give you something to think
about when you're tucked up in that nice big double bed and I'm stuck on the
sofa," she paused. "And to think I gave up hunting loonies to be
here. Shall we go to dinner now?"
Nikki's eyes narrowed. "Farmer," she
To be concluded in part