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Pepper had always considered herself a great listener; she was always the girl people went to when they needed a shoulder to cry on, or a sympathetic word to hear; however, she had to admit that Jane's constant complaining about Gunther was starting to wear her thin.
She had, had enough of it, and she knew she wasn't the only one!
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Janther Week Day 5: Cahoots
Janther Week Day Two -Eavesdrop
Detective Inspector Gunther Breech sat in his car, trying to keep the filling from his burger from landing on the tablet and phone sitting in his lap.
“You look more delicious than my entrée,” murmured a voice through his earpiece, and Gunther balled the remainder of his meal up in the paper and tossed it onto his passenger seat, appetite gone.
“Oh, Dane,” replied a second voice, giggling.
Gunther looked across the street, through the huge sheet glass window of the high-class restaurant, where the target and his date sat, swirling almost comically oversized wine glasses and gazing at each other over their candlelit table.
“It’s true,” insisted Dane McClyde, one of London’s up-and-coming drug lords.
He was suspected of a laundry list of crimes, from importing to murder, and yet to be charged for any of them. It would only take one, Gunther knew, to get the ball rolling and informants squeaking like bed springs in a brothel. Dane was a slick operator, though, and finding evidence that would actually stick was proving to be a challenge. This operation had been ongoing for months now, and everything was riding on tonight.
“That dress, Janine, my God. If I’d known it was going to look that good I’d have paid double!” The twat continued his charm offensive.
“You spoil me,” his date simpered.
Gunther had to admit she looked good, the clingy navy dress barely skimming her thighs and a delicate gold chain necklace plunging below the neckline and dragging the observer’s eyes down with it. Her mass of curls was gathered to one side and brushed against her shoulders whenever she turned her head.
But of course she looked good; Dane wasn’t the type to date a woman for her quick wit or impressive knowledge of procedure.
“Perhaps for desert you can spoil me for a change,” McClyde suggested with a throaty chuckle.
Gunther was amazed that the woman’s skin didn’t pick up and crawl out of the restaurant then and there.
“Eurgh,” he muttered, hitting the home button on his phone to light up the screen.
Nothing.
He fired a quick text off to Smith in the tech department at HQ.
They had to nail this creep tonight or things were going to get out of hand.
A giggle in his earpiece brought Gunther’s focus back to the restaurant window.
McClyde was rubbing his foot against his date’s lower leg as she took a bite of her entrée.
Gunther’s hand twitched for his sidearm, but he reached for the button on his microphone instead.
“Doing great,” he murmured. “Hang in there.”
His partner pretended to brush a red curl out of her face, signalling that she’d heard him.
Jane had been undercover for weeks, stringing McClyde along after a not-so-chance meeting at an antiques auction house.
He had been charmed by her coy reticence at first, showering her in lavish gifts and expensive meals, but it was becoming clear he was getting impatient for her to show some physical gratitude.
They had to get this guy tonight or, well, that was it. There were no other options.
Gunther’s phone lit up and he quickly scanned the text.
“Talk about travel,” he said into the mic. “Tell him you’d love to go to Honduras.”
Jane gave a little shiver and took a sip from her glass. “I’m so over this awful Winter weather,” she sighed. “It makes me long for the beach. I even bought a bikini today.”
“Oh, yeah?” Asked Dane, his interest piqued. “I’d love to see you in it. Or out of it.”
Jane hummed low in her throat, the kind of noise that could make a man weak at the knees, and smiled. “You’ll have to take me to the beach then. I’ve always wanted to go to Honduras.”
“Ah, she wants me to take her on holiday,” McClyde sat back in his seat, smirking.
“Have you been?” Jane prompted.
“To Honduras? Of course! I was there last year,” he swallowed his wine.
Gunther tensed.
Bingo.
“Try to find out when,” he said into the mic.
“How was it?” asked Jane, as their waiter cleared the first plates from their table.
“It’s a dump,” said Dane. “If you want sand and sunshine, darling, let me take you to the Whitsundays. And then I’ll show you paradise,” he added with a wink.
Gunther pulled a face as he frantically typed on his tablet.
“That’s too bad,” sighed Jane. “I heard it was amazing. What time of year was it? Maybe it was the off-season.”
“I don’t remember,” said Dane shortly, as the main course was set before them. “Like I said, it was a dump.”
“Oh,” she replied, before picking up her knife and fork.
“How’s the fish?” Asked McClyde, around a mouthful of his own meal.
“Nice,”said Jane, with a pout in her voice.
“Fish,” muttered Gunther, the word turning over a bit of trivia in his mind.
“Now, Janine,” McClyde was saying.”I’m sorry if I had to be the one to tell you that your dream holiday isn’t really all that, but I promise I can make it up to you. A week or two in Australia with me and you’ll barely be able to remember your own name.”
“Oh, really--” began Jane, but Gunther cut her off.
“Jane, it rains fish in Honduras and they have a festival. Was he there for that?”
“--I heard that it actually rains fish in Honduras,” she continued smoothly. “They have a festival and everything. I bet you didn’t see that?”
“No, you’re right, I was a couple of weeks too late,” Dane rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’d have loved it there if I got to see fish fall out of the sky.”
“Got him,” Gunther grinned triumphantly into the mic, his eyes scanning the dates on his tablet. “Go go go!”
“If only the fish hadn’t stayed in the sea, I’d probably be promising to take you there right now,” McClyde continued. “You happy?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” said Jane, smiling. She sat back in her seat, wine glass in hand as officers disguised as waiters and patrons swarmed the bodyguards who followed McClyde everywhere.
McClyde looked around in confusion, before his gaze landed on Jane’s smug expression, realisation dawning on his face.
“You little bi--”
"Now, now,” said Gunther, placing a hand on McClyde’s shoulder. “Is that any way to speak to your date?” He pulled his handcuffs from a jacket pocket and held them out to Jane. “Care to do the honours?”
Jane stood and took the cuffs, pulling McClyde’s arms behind his back and slapping them onto his wrists. “Dane McClyde, you’re under arrest. What?” she asked as he snarled at her. “Isn’t this what you had in mind for desert?”
Janther Week Day 3: Donnybrook
Hello Everyone! We’re excited to announce that Janther Week prompts will be dropped earlier this year than before! We’re hoping this change offers participants more time and opportunity to explore their ideas for each prompt. Keep an eye out for November 11th! ;)
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