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- Steele With A Twist
- Part 3
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- Steele stealthily approached the room where Laura had set
up her base. He was very close, about to call her name softly
to let her know it was him, when someone leapt upon him, knocking
him to the ground. Steele grabbed his assailant, only to find
himself staring up into those brown eyes. "You again!"
she said.
- "Gutierrez was waiting for me at the hotel," he
explained, finding himself enjoying the feel of her laying on
top of him. "I thought I might share your - accommodations
until we find Juan and solve Felipe's murder."
- "Guess I don't have much choice, do I?" she said,
rolling off of him and to her feet. She didn't wait for him to
stand up as she started for her alcove. "I think I have
a lead on who killed Felipe," she told him.
- "From where?" Steele asked, following her, dropping
his case near the door.
- "This." She showed him a paper with a name on it.
- Steele recognized the name. "Philip Trent? Is he in
Acapulco?"
- "That's what I have to find out. Have you heard of him?"
- "He's a collector. Collects things that belong to other
people."
- "Like rare gems?" Laura asked.
- "Sometimes. He's not a very nice man. Killed someone
who stole something for him once, when the man tried to sell
it elsewhere for a higher price." He looked at the paper.
"Where did you get this?"
- "Felipe's room. I found it just before you came in."
- "You removed evidence from the scene of a crime?"
he asked.
- "What was I supposed to do? Leave it for Gutierrez to
destroy?"
- She had a point, he supposed. "I know that wasn't part
of your training at Havenhurst," he commented.
- "Havenhurst. Is that something else that Wilson told
you about? Although I REALLY can't believe he would. When he
found out about it -"
- "No. Jeffries didn't say a word about your having started
your apprenticeship. One of your co-workers there is now my associate.
Murphy Michaels."
- He envied Murphy the smile that came over her face. "Murphy?
He's working for you?"
- "Yes."
- "He was the only one at Havenhurst who understood how
much being there meant to me. Everyone else treated me as if
I were just playing a game."
- "But not Murphy."
- "He treated me as if I were a real detective."
She indicated the paper in his hands. "What are we going
to do about this?"
- "I'll go out tomorrow, ask a few questions. If Trent's
in Acapulco, he's probably on his yacht in the harbour."
- Laura's head came up. "There IS a huge yacht out there,"
she told him. "I think it's called 'Golden Dream', or such."
- Steele nodded. "That's Trent's yacht."
- "So he IS here. Now all we have to do is get close to
him - see if he has Juan."
- "Miss Holt - you're not going anywhere NEAR Philip Trent."
- She stood before him, hands on her hips. "I'll do as
I please, Mr. Steele. Trent's the only lead we have - and I'm
not about to stand around while he decides to leave Acapulco."
- "Trent doesn't just collect rare art objects, Miss Holt.
He collects women - "
- Laura smiled, revealing those dimples. "Then we have
a way to get onto that boat, don't we?" She turned, already
thinking about how she was going to do it. "I could find
someone to take me out there in a boat, sneak on board - "
- Sighing, Steele shook his head. "You're not-"
- Laura turned to face him, her eyes blazing. "I'm getting
JUST a little tired of your telling me what I can and can't do,
Mr. Steele. You agreed to help me find Juan, remember?"
- "That agreement didn't include putting your life in
danger," he pointed out. "I have a client to answer
to back in Los Angeles, if you will recall."
- She wasn't listening. "I have it. I'll put something
really nice on, then borrow a scuba suit to swim out to the ship
-"
- "In the dark? It won't work, Miss Holt. There are sharks
out there-"
- "Well then, YOU come up with a plan, Mr. Steele, if
you don't like any of mine."
- "Why don't we just walk onto that ship? As guests."
- "Guests? And just how-"
- "If I recall, Trent usually enjoys having people around
him. Throws parties every evening."
- "You're right. You can see the boat from the back wall
at night -"
- Steele grabbed the binoculars that he had packed, then took
by the her hand, pulling her along. "Show me where."
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- Laura placed an empty barrel against the stone fence and
climbed on top of it to peer over the wall at the harbour below.
"Out there," she told him, pointing to a huge, well
lit yacht from which music and laughter could be heard even from
this distance.
- Steele stood beside her on the barrel, binoculars on the
boat. He watched as a small launch brought someone out, noted
that there didn't seem to be any security vetting the new arrivals.
"Feel up to attending a party, Miss Holt?" he asked.
- Her grin was contagious, and Steele tightened his arm around
her waist. When had he put it there? he wondered. His eyes grew
serious as they looked into hers. "Mr. Steele-" she
whispered, her hands sliding around his neck to pull his head
down to within millimeters of hers.
- Steele heard the sound of a car engine and glanced up to
see a police car turning the corner, a spotlight turned onto
the wall. He quickly pulled Laura to the ground at his side,
where they sat against the wall, safe from the police. She rested
her head on his shoulder, and was sliding her arm up his chest,
but Steele had recovered his senses. She had a fiancee waiting
for her back in Los Angeles, he reminded himself. She wasn't
his to kiss, or hold -"I think they've gone," he told
her, rising to his feet and extending a hand to help her. "Let's
go get ready for our little jaunt, shall we?"
- She looked up at him, clearly confused by the change in him.
"Did I do something wrong, Mr. Steele?"
- "Not at all, Miss Holt. But it's getting late, and if
we're going to get onto that yacht, we don't have any time to
waste." He indicated that she should proceed a head of him
back to the alcove.
Steele lifted Laura to the ground from the top of the wall surrounding
their hide out, then stood looking at her for a long moment.
"What?" she asked. "Do I have some dirt on my
face?" She lifted a hand to her face, only to have Steele
take her hand in his and shake his head.
- "No. You look lovely." He was lucky that the party
on Trent's yacht wasn't fancy dress. He hadn't thought to bring
his tuxedo from the hotel - and he was quite certain that Laura
hadn't a fancy gown with her at all. What she had found to wear,
a long flowing white tunic dress, made her appear almost ethereal.
Holding out his arm to her, he bowed slightly. "Shall we
go, Miss Holt?"
- "By all means, Mr. Steele." As they moved down
the street, she said thoughtfully, "we can't use our real
names. Yours is too well known. And mine -"
- "Leave it to me. Improvisation, Miss Holt, is the hall
mark of a good detective." He didn't notice the look on
her face. If he had, he might have felt a great deal less confident
as they approached the launch that was waiting to transport party
guests to the "Golden Dream."
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- There was a man standing on the dock, taking down names as
the guests loaded onto the boat. He looked at the well dressed
man and woman, his eyes unsmiling. "Names?"
- "Michael O'Leary," Steele supplied. "This
is-"
- "Tracy Lord," Laura supplied quickly, before he
could say anything.
- Writing down the names, the man let them pass to be assisted
into the small boat with the four other people. Sitting beside
Laura, Steele put his lips near her ear. "Tracy Lord?"
he asked.
- She turned to smile at him. "I like the name,"
she explained.
- Shaking his head, Steele lifted his eyes toward the starry
sky above them. Heaven save me from stubborn women, he thought
as the small boat turned toward Trent's yacht.
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- The deck seemed filled with people, and as they came aboard,
Steele pulled Laura into a dark corner. "That's Trent over
there," he told her, indicating a tall, blonde man wearing
a white dinner jacket, talking to a dark haired man. "I
want you to keep an eye on him while I search the boat -"
- "I think I can keep his attention -"
- "I don't want you to get his attention, Miss Holt, just
watch him. If anyone suspects what I'm up to, they will go to
him first for instructions. I don't want you talking to him or
doing anything that might make him notice you at all. Is that
clear?"
- She smiled sweetly. "Perfectly clear, Mr. Steele."
Turning away, she snagged a glass of champagne from a passing
waiter, and went to stand by the rail, her eyes on their unknowing
host.
- Steele remained where he was for a moment, watching her.
He didn't like the idea of leaving her alone this way - in a
room filled with strangers and one murderer. But he needed to
search the boat - find out if Juan were on board. It made more
sense for him to do it- after all, he'd been on the yacht before,
years ago.
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- Laura sipped the champagne, suddenly realizing that her companion
had vanished. In a room full of people, he was suddenly just-
gone. A wave of envy passed over her. How DID he manage that
one? she wondered, turning her gaze back toward Philip Trent,
only to find that he was looking at HER. She took a deep breath
and smiled, then turned to lean over the railing, gazing down
at the dark water below. She'd turn back in a moment - after
she was certain he'd found someone more interesting to look at.
- "I'd be careful that I didn't fall if I were you, my
dear." The English accent sounded different from Remington's.
Must be the Irish, she thought, turning to smile at the owner
of that voice.
- "I suppose you're right. I didn't realize that I was
so far over. Thank you."
- "It wouldn't do for such an attractive young woman to
go overboard. Might ruin the party, Miss-"
- "Lord. Tracy Lord." She looked at him closer. "You're
Philip Trent, aren't you?"
- "Why, yes, I am. I don't believe we've met, Miss Lord."
- "I'm here with a friend," she told him. Her eyes
scanned the room. "I don't see him at the moment."
- "Well, I'm very glad that you came, my dear." A
waiter appeared at his elbow. "More champagne?" he
asked, taking her empty glass without waiting for her answer
and giving her a full one to replace it.
- "I really shouldn't," she told him. "I'm not
really used to drinking very much."
- "All the more reason that you should. Tell me, Tracy-
may I call you Tracy? - what brings you to Acapulco?"
- "I'm on a holiday. Just broke up with my fiancee and
thought a change of scenery would be nice."
- "And what do you do for a living?"
- "I work in a bank," she told him. After all, she
HAD worked in a bank- that's how she had met Wilson. Just because
she hadn't actually worked in years--.
- "And your friend? Did he come down here with you?"
- "Oh, no. We met here, in Acapulco."
- "Holiday romances are often so ill fated."
- "I'm not looking for anything permanent," she told
him. "No commitments for me. Spent the last four years of
my life playing house with a man who didn't appreciate me. No
more. I'm free. And I intend to enjoy that freedom."
- Trent watched her over his glass. "I can't imagine any
man not appreciating you, my dear."
- Laura took a drink of her champagne, lifting her eyes to
scan the crowd, and nearly choked as she saw a familiar face.
There, not six feet away, wearing a waiter's red jacket, carrying
a tray of
- canapes, was Juan Lopez!
- "Are you all right, Tracy?" Philip Trent asked,
following her gaze.
- Laura nodded, lowering her eyes. "I just thought I saw
someone I knew -" she explained quickly. "But I was
wrong."
- "Would you like a tour of my boat," Trent asked,
extending his arm for her to take.
- She really wanted to stay here, find some way to talk to
Juan, to find out what he was doing here, obviously not as a
prisoner. But if she said no, Trent would be suspicious.
- She put her empty champagne glass on a tray, took another.
"In a moment. You certainly know how to throw a party, Mr.
Trent," she told him, placing her hand on his arm.
"Thank you." He started moving toward one of the doors
into the main cabin.
- "Do you keep all of these servants on full time just
for such occasions?"
- "Oh, no," he told her, smiling. "I do have
some that are on my private payroll, but the rest were hired
locally."
- "I see. Did you use an agency, or just-"
- Trent placed a hand over hers. "So many questions, my
dear. Why such great curiosity over the hiring of a few servants?"
- Laura shrugged lightly. "I'm thinking of having a party
before I go home. A last, big, blowout -"
- "Such things are usually expensive. And I wouldn't think
someone who worked at a bank could afford -"
- "I was going to convince my friend to pay for it,"
Laura confided, smiling widely.
- "Ah. I think I'm beginning to understand." He opened
the door and led her inside. "To answer your question, I
use an agency - I would be more than glad to give you the name."
- "You would? Oh, thank you-"
- "I believe their card is in my stateroom, why don't
we retrieve it together?" He bowed over her hand, lifting
it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
- "Sounds delightful, Mr. Trent," Laura said.
- "Oh, do call me Philip, my dear."
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- Steele turned a corner in the narrow corridor and promptly
withdrew. Two men were standing before a door down the way. He
needed to get close enough to find out what they might be guarding.
Or who. He needed a diversion - and Laura might be able to provide
that. He turned to start back upstairs, only to hear soft laugher
- familiar to him already. Laura! What the devil was she doing
down HERE? he wondered, ducking quickly into an open doorway.
He could see the hallway from his position. She was with Trent.
"How large a party were you considering?" he was asking
her.
- "Oh, I don't know. I thought I might just pull out all
the stops-" They went around the corner, and Steele followed
quietly, peering around to see the two men step back for Trent
to unlock the cabin door.
- He turned to the men. "Take a few minutes, gentlemen.
Get some fresh air."
- "Yes, sir, Mr. Trent," one of them said, waiting
for the door to close behind their employer before turning toward
the corner.
- Steele returned to his hiding place, hearing the first man
say, "Looks like he's found another dolly for the night."
- "Cute one, too. Looks like she'd be really spirited
-"
- His fingers curled into a fist as Steele visualized himself
punching the guard in the nose. He took some deep breaths to
clear the green haze from his vision, then waited for a count
of twenty before venturing back to the hallway outside of the
cabin into which Laura and Philip Trent had vanished.
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- Inside, Laura looked around the stateroom, hoping she wasn't
gaping too noticeably. The man certainly liked his creature comforts,
she thought. Brass fixtures shone with a highly polished glow,
dark wood providing the perfect backdrop. Soft, thick carpeting
made Laura want to take off her shoes to sink her toes into it.
- But it was the huge bed that was the centerpiece of the room.
She heard glass against glass and turned to find Trent at the
bar. "Would you care for another drink?"
- "Thank you. This is- a lovely room, Mr. Trent-"
She saw his expression, and smiled. "Philip."
- Handing her a glass, he said, "That's much better. This
is my home, Tracy. I wanted to make certain I would be comfortable
here." He picked up something from the dresser. "Here's
the card I mentioned. Tell them I sent you and they'll give you
excellent service."
- Laura reached out to take the card, only to have him grab
her wrist and pull her into his arms. "Don't I get something
in return for my help?" he asked.
- "I WAS thinking of inviting you to my party," she
told him, remaining still.
- "We could have a party of our own, right here,"
Trent said, placing his lips against her neck. "Just the
two of us." His fingers moved to the button at the top of
one shoulder that would allow her dress to slide to the floor
if released.
- "What about my friend? He might start looking for me
- and when he doesn't find me -"
- "I could give you a great deal more than he ever could,
Tracy," Trent told her. "Clothes, jewels -" His
eyes darkened from hazel to nearly black. "Can you keep
a secret?"
- Laura smiled. "Yes."
- Trent let her go, but retained her hand to lead her to a
painting on the wall. He touched it on diagonal corners, upper
left, lower right, and there was a soft "Whirrr!" followed
by a "Click!" as the painting slid inward and then
down to reveal a safe. Keeping his body between them, Trent pressed
some numbers on a keypad and the door popped open. Laura took
a sip of her drink, knowing that she was going to pay big time
for drinking rum after all that champagne. But she needed something
to calm her nerves as Trent brought something out of the safe
wrapped in black velvet. Taking her hand, he led her back toward
the bed, sitting her on the edge. "Now close your eyes,
my dear." Laura did, felt him put something on the comforter
beside her. "You can look now."
- Laura gasped as she noticed the bluest gems she had ever
seen. "They're beautiful," she whispered, reaching
out to touch on, then pausing to look up at him, asking permission.
He nodded, watching her reaction. "They're like- pieces
of sky."
"The rarest gems in the world," he told her. "Royal
Lavulite."
"They must have cost a fortune," she said, tracing
one of the stones lightly.
- "They would have- had I paid for them."
- "You- stole them?"
- "I didn't. I merely convinced the courier who was transporting
them that he could make more money working for me than he could
transporting other people's valuables. He was taking them to
Mexico City for a show - you see, the South African government
allows museums around the world to show the gems."
- "When they're missed -"
- "They won't be for awhile. I sent another courier with
some very good replicas."
- "You seem to have all of your bases covered, Philip,"
she told him.
- "They could be yours," Philip told her, leaning
across the gems to lift her face to his, framing her face between
his hands. "Sleep with me- one night, and I'll give one
of the gems to you."
- Laura swallowed heavily. It was tempting, she thought as
her hand closed over one of the gems. To own a piece of the sky
- She looked down at the deep blue, and recalled another deep
blue - the blue in Remington Steele's eyes. The memory gave her
the strength to put the gem down on the velvet with the others.
"I can't make that kind of decision so quickly, Philip,"
she told him, putting a hand on his chest, fingering the expensive
fabric of is jacket. "Can't I have a couple of days?"
- "I'm not a man who enjoys waiting, Tracy," he told
her, and for a moment, she thought he might take her anyway.
But at last his hands fell to hers, bringing them both to his
mouth. "But I think you might just be worth waiting for.
But not too long, do you understand?"
- "I understand," she told him. She remained seated
on the bed as he returned the gems to the safe, the painting
sliding back into place when he closed the door.
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- Steele waited until he heard the door opening, then returned
to the corner. "Where are you staying?" he heard Trent
ask Laura, and he held his breath.
- "With my friend. That's another reason I can't give
you an answer now. He's been so- wonderful to me, I can't just
-"
- "Remember our little secret, my dear," Trent said
softly. "And remember too that I don't deal gently with
someone who betrays me."
- Steele waited in his hiding place until he heard the guards
return, then retraced his steps to the deck. He took a glass
of champagne, then stopped upon realizing that the waiter was
Juan Lopez. They were in a corner, more or less isolated from
the others. "Juan Lopez?" he asked. The young man's
eyes widened. "Don't be afraid. I have a message from your
mother. She's worried about you. Call her."
- Lopez nodded once, briefly, before turning back to his work.
Steele saw Laura across the deck with Trent. In order to get
them both out of here, he was going to be forced to face the
man. He only hoped that Trent's memory wasn't as good as his
was. Finishing the champagne, he started through the crowd toward
them.
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