The time has come to face the danger head on. Armed with impeccable fashion sense and great style, Kirk and Margo brave the lion’s den of the modeling world.
“How will you explain this?”
“I’ll think of something,” she replied. “Fanatic group targeting Wiccans or something. You don’t mind that, I hope?”
“Drea and I have been many things over the years. Wiccan, among them. No, we don’t mind. That’s actually a good cover. Thank you, Sandra.” Kirk kissed her hand.
“We owe you much,” Drea said. “If you can help us solve this, we’ll cater your wedding for free.”
“I’ll do my best, even without that,” she said, smiling. “It’s my job to help good people.”
They went back to their hotel with a young man who was a civilian worker in the department. He was very talkative when he found out they were caterers. He loved to cook and was working as with the police until he could afford to open his own place.
“You hiring?” He asked as he opened the car door for them.
“We might be at that,” Drea said with a smile. “We’ll let you know.”
“Thanks.” He grinned, saluting as he drove away.
“We don’t need him,” Kirk said with finality.
“If he’s any good, we do. Need I remind you when you and Margo are playing detective, Tommy and I are still fulfilling our contracts. The work is split among four. It will be hard with two, easier with three.”
“You have a point.”
“I’ll be careful, love. I promise. And Tommy can be relied upon to be discrete.”
“Also true. All right. Call him and set an audition…. or interview, whatever you want to call it.”
“I’ll conduct it. You’ll be too picky.”
He chuckled, conceding her point.
© Dellani Oakes 2010