Underground Doll (Closed)

[Lyssa_Marie]

As Jeanette watched Mike and the one claiming to be Amanda argue back and forth, a delivery man entered the station with a package. Only when the deliveryman approached her did her suspicions raised up. Her superior already delivered her personal files to her new captain weeks ago prior to her transfer. A part of her wanted to stop Mike from opening up something that was addressed to her. At the same time, there was something quite uncomfortable and bizzare about the whole situation.

She took a quick glance at the woman who proceeded to light up another cigarette. "Please don't smoke in here." Jeanette simply told her.

After Mike finished signing off the E-Reader and opened the package, Jeanette's eyebrows raised. It appeared to be a flapper dress that was popular in the 1920s.

"I don't remember ordering that."

It was not the dress that made Jeanette uneasy but the fact that it was as if it were made for her. The measurements were down to a tee.

"Suppose if the one who sent that is connected to the murders." She said softly, more addressing Mike than thinking out loud.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Since his plans seem ruined by Mike Futures, Marty decided to add spice to their game. He arranged one last incentive – something to make them pause and consider their situation. As Jeanette examined the dress tailor made for her identical sister, a girl from a local flower shop arrived with a dozen stems of peach coloured roses:

- I have a delivery for Detective Jeanette Cassidy….

Furthermore, Marty attached a card which read:

Looking forward to meeting you at the tea party...​

- The Mad Hatter​

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mike's eye open wide. "Tea Party?" He pulls Jeanette to the side. "This room is bugged. " He looks around. "I just mentioned the tea party in this room." He looks out the window. It is dirty but clear. "The kidnapper has an inside man or woman."

Mike draws Jeanette over to the map. " Ok the axium is that a man of the sea respects the sea. A man of the land respects the land. Your kidnapper is dumping bodies on land so polluting the land. He is a man of the sea. He has a place on the water. In this case the lake. Look at the address for Underground Doll North Lake Side Drive. This is from the kidnapper he wants use to know he has Amanda Carlton. And you have to play the game to get here back. I would go for you, but the dress is way to small and I look really bad in peach. I would look like I just fell out of a tree!"

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Before Jeanette could comprehend on why she received the dress, another delivery came. Flowers now? What the hell? Now what? From her former partner? She doubted it, since he was not much of the type to give gifts like that! Jeanette was able to have a glance at the note until Mike took it for further examination.

Mad Hatter? Tea Party?

"The fact that whoever it is knows that I recently transferred here. If the place is bugged as you say..."

She trailed off when Mike began to talk about the water. The Underground Doll was a known place to few where a few busts occurred nearby in her division.

"If he were to pollute the land, the way they would have been positioned meant that his victims would have been considered trash. But the way the women are found, the way they are placed might seem beautiful but gruesome. Not sure if there's a word for that."

As they talked about having to enter the possible devil's nest, Jeanette looked over the invitation. Go at it alone? Bring along Mike to pose as her husband.

"I can't go", She flipped the invitation before adding. "I mean, well...not like how I am now. Especially if whoever sent me this and her," referring to the woman who gave her the invitation. "probably knows what I look like."

 

[Asobininryochan]

Marty laughed as he they finally realised their predicament. On the other hand, Jeanette’s reluctance to attend the party required immediate attention. Calling Xi – Marty informed him that the situation demanded his participation. Despite the obvious annoyance in his voice, the older man complied and performed his assigned task….

Later, a chauffeur came to collect Detective Cassidy. He arrived in a Silver Ghost and immediately made his way to Jeanette desk, without the need to ask for directions. Behind his expressionless countenance, exasperate seethed in his mind. The games – tedious and without end – he simply wanted to carry out this mission and go home. However, he needed to present a civilised face and address the policewoman:

- Detective Jeanette Cassidy, my name is Xi, and I am here to conduct you to the party.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"In to the belly of the beast, then." Mike looks around the room then back at Jeanette. "Well this is a bit of a chess game is it not. We know it is a trap. We know where the trap is, The Underground Doll on North Lakeshore Drive. All that we don't have is the who."

Mike walks over to Jeanetta." You are the Queen on our side of the board. Amanda Tasha Carlton is the prize when we win. This is not an easy quick game. You will be moved around maybe out side the city. You will meet Amanda. Whether you can save her will be up to you!"

"I will call Harvey Waterfield and tell him we have a solid lead on the Senator's daughter and we are pursuing it." Then Mike pauses and looks at Jeanette. "We are pursuing it, right?"

 

[Asobininryochan]

Tired of Mike Future’s flair for the obvious, Xi nevertheless painted his face into a picture of serenity. He honed the talent while listening to endless party officials – explaining to him the value of his abilities – and thus permanently exiling him in America. Not that he disliked the country (idiots existed on any part of the planet). However, he yearned to return to Hong Kong: a place whose details he slowly forgot with every passing day.

On the other hand, he knew fully the futility of his desire for a home that no longer matched his mental image. He recognised less and less of the region every time he viewed the television, read the newspaper or browsed via a variety of electronic media. Now, only Jeanette Cassidy’s response to his request mattered to him and the means to making her choose the proper course of action….

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

The game of chess; a game where the moves are uncertain and manipulative. A game where getting out is a means to stay alive.

She looked at the invitation, then the clock. The time for the party was approximately 7pm while it was a mere 5:15 at the present. An hour advance of pick up time would have been more suitable.

"The party is not for another two hours." She said. "Unless if the driver is willing to wait overtime where I actually have to look presentable."

As she spoke about her wonders of why the driver showed up early, she took the clipboard from the desk as well as a pen. If the place was indeed bugged in some way, she needed to be careful with her words. She scribbled the following and passed it to Mike, saying that he needed his signature:

I need your phone number in case of follow up.

Should he write back, Jeanette will have to memorize the number. She will then need to rip the paper apart along with the number.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Xi responded with a nod and the following words:

- My instructions permit me to wait….

Out of courtesy, he then added the suggestion:

- Or, I am to take you home… and allow you reasonable time to prepare yourself.

Pausing for a moment, debating whether or not to communicate more details about his orders, he then decided to share the information with Detective Cassidy:

- Then, regardless of where you change and perform your toilet, I am to drive you to the destination.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mike turns his head slightly and smiles. "How delightfull, Yes Detective Cassidy does wish to go to her home." He turns and gives her a wink. "That will give us time to catch up on some of mundane aspects of the case." He turns to the man and smiles.

"Surely you have enough room for me in the car to accompany Detective Cassidy home so she can freshen up and allow her reasonable time to prepare herself. After all you did not drive here on a bicyle."

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

The wink from her new partner caused Jeanette's face to flush. It completely caught her off guard. She turned her attention back to the driver who was hired by the unknown to give her a ride.

"Doesn't seem to dress like one." She responded to Mike's comment about the driver looking more like a limo driver than a bicyclist. Jeanette picked up the parcel that contained the attire that was sent to her. "Yes, my partner would have to accompany me on the ride home. Some assistance is needed."

After gathering her things and informing her captain, to which he cautioned her to be careful when it came down to undercover work, the two left the building. She did not tell the driver the exact address but gave directions. As they arrived at North Kedzie in Logan Square, she told the driver to stop about two houses down.

Jeanette led Detective Futures towards the apartment building. Once they reached the second floor, she draped the dress on to the coffee table in the small living room.

"Don't mind the place." She said. "Chicago isn't that cheap."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mike slows as they approach the building. She looks at him. "What?" she asks.
"Before we go in we have to assume you are targeted. He knows your dress size. He knows a lot about you." Mike pauses.

"Its me he knows all most nothing about. My office has numberous cover stories for me." Mike looks at the apartment building." We have to assume he knows where you live. And I would bet he bugged your house too. If he can bug the squad room in the police station. Then your apartment would be an easy mark. Look for any small thing out of place. Any thing at all." Mike smiles at her.

"And it might be a good idea if we were to do a little play acting for the sake of his listening devices. And any camera in your apartment. All I ask is you just play along. And act natural."

Once they reached the second floor, she draped the dress on to the coffee table in the small living room.

"Don't mind the place." She said. "Chicago isn't that cheap."

"Neither is my place in Palm Beach. But I do love your bed room. " Mike moves in behind her and puts his arms around her waist and kisses her neck."

 

[Asobininryochan]

Outside, Xi discussed the recent turn of events with Marty. Mister Future’s insistence on attending the speakeasy party required that he also dress in the appropriate attire. Once the man from the club arrived with Mike’s suit – a white, pinstriped tuxedo with coat, gloves, hat, shoes, etc. – the chauffeur telephoned his mobile and stated:

- I have your suit, boss man.

Meanwhile, on another building, a security camera turned to look into the window of Jeanette’s apartment. Marty saw their furtive attempt to locate the surveillance devices that he planted inside her flat. Indeed, he enjoyed Mike Future’s albeit crude attempt to seduce Miss Cassidy… and wanted to chastise Xi when he called the oaf….

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Well that's convenient. Jeanette had just transferred to a whole new department and her new partner already has his own tracks covered. She thought over his words on how much the suspect knew her in terms of having a dress made to fit her and to send them to her. She was a bit startled at first when Mike wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

Jeanette was ready to call him out on it, even to the point of smacking him upside on the head. But he brought up an excellent point. Suppose if her apartment had been bugged and wired. Sure, there were security cameras outside and in the halls but nothing on the inside.

It was a strange feeling. Not to mention that the two had only met a few hours ago. Slowly, she began to trust him little by little, craning her neck to the side. A hand rested on top of his.

"Past the kitchen." She said about her bedroom.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Marty tilted the camera outside to follow the pair. He watched them on various screens from minute cameras that fed more images to his monitors. He loved the extravagance of purchasing the building once he ascertained Jeanette’s address. The new landlord, a fellow voyeur, agreed to their arrangement when Marty offered to expunge his criminal record and permit him to spy on the other female tenants, with the exception of Detective Jeanette Cassidy. As he waited for the couple to enter the bedroom, he said:

- Let’s see what they have planned for… me….

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Past the kitchen." she says. Mike gives her another kiss. He moves away from her and "Yes I remember, its only been three years. You remember after the Tangiers operation. My that was a hot place." He walks over to the drapes and pulls them closed. He turns and looks at her. She shakes her head. And mouths the words "What?"

Mike moves around the room. "Have you contacted Washington yet?" She looks at him. He shakes his head. "No" she answers confused. Mike walks over to the phone and picks it up. The Shenzhen Electronical Company model MK-31-8 covert listening device is on the underside of the phone. He holds it up to show Jeanette. Then replaces on the table. "There is no rush, as soon as we are done with the party we can call the director and tell her what we know, and she can pass it on to Interpole."

He walks into the bed room. "OH you have changed things a little. That looks new, the lamp." He turns to her. " I'm sorry about last time. Having to rush off like that. But you know how it is. Here one minute gone the next."

 

[Asobininryochan]

Marty quickly switched to infrared when Mike closed the drapes. He found his dubious knowledge of bugs hilarious as he discovered the dummy device (with bad spelling and all the stereotypical expectations an American possessed of his country’s products: an ironic notion given all merchandise the Chinese manufactures for the West).

His fictitious accounts of espionage caused him fits of uncontrolled laughter. However, he forced himself to stop as Xi certainly found his response unprofessional from the snicker he heard on his headset.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Jeanette did a side glance and noticed something peculiar on her house phone. A listening device? She felt an impulse to smash the phone but who knows if someone else was watching.

"Son of a bitch." She mumbled to herself.

The two made their way in to her bedroom. As Mike complimented her on her old lamp, she was a bit confused.

"Actually," she started to say, but she stopped herself. Whoever was listening in doesn't have any information on Mike's background. If they have to portray themselves as lovers without compromising the case and themselves, then it is a chance she would have to take. With a smile, she leaned up against the door frame while Mike drew the drapes closed. "Yeah, it is, dear. I know they call you to deal with their mess but a kiss goodbye before you leave isn't so much to ask."

 

[Asobininryochan]

Addicted to the pleasure of spying on people in the privacy of their homes, Marty now reconsidered his decision not to accept a position in the Ministry of Public Security. However, he reassured that he made the correct choice as he viewed Mike and Jeanette perform their charade for his benefit.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Yeah, it is, dear. I know they call you to deal with their mess but a kiss goodbye before you leave isn't so much to ask."

Mike moves toward Jeanette leaning on the door frame. He smiles at her. Happy she was going allong with his little plan. "Your right of coarse, that was not gentlemanly!" He reaches the door way and looks into her eyes. "It was the wrong thing to do. " He kisses her on the lips. " I should of been more thoughtfull. " He puts his arm around her waist and draws her near. And kisses her harder. "I mean what kind of a man leaves a lady in need." Mike slids a hand down her butt and gives it a squeeze.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Tempted to pull out his manhood and masturbate to the scene presented to him by his players, Marty instead recalled Amanda to his office. He absentmindedly gave her permission to reenter and barely felt her crawling underneath his desk. She started by fellating his erection, but he concluded that he required more stimulation. Yanking her out, Marty made Miss Carlton lie on her stomach, facing the monitors as his hands pulled down her underwear.

His thrust came swiftly afterwards. Amanda’s cunt chaffed from his entry since he promptly sheathed his penis inside her without any regard for lubricating her vagina. Marty, annoyed that her head obstructed his view, pushed her head down, causing her bosom to press uncomfortably against the hardwood desktop.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

It was challenging at first to follow the rhythm that Mike was leading Jeanette to. Normally, a squeeze or slap on the butt was a sure way for the perpetrator to get a bitch slap from her. Even with the drapes closed, she continued to remind herself that, although unseen, they were being watched. How? Why? Was the suspect trying to keep an eye on her?


The longer story to the slight difficulty was that she, herself, had never been involved in a situation than what she was in now. Of the twenty eight years of existence, Jeanette was never involved in a serious relationship that would allow her to be in this sort of dance. She kissed him back on the lips, then left a trail of kisses on his cheek leading to his ear. As he moved down to her neck, she tiptoed enough to whisper in to his ear as soft as she could.

"Inesperto." She said. A French translation meaning that she was inexperienced. Perhaps Mike could show her a few things that might be useful if the situation calls for it in the case. Her other hand rested on his shoulder as a means to keep her balance.

"Three years, dear. And not one phone call to say you're okay?"

 

[Asobininryochan]

Marty wanted to activate the microphone and scream instructions as he roughly rammed his rod into Amanda. On impulse, he reached for the button, which would reveal his existence to the detective. However, a stern voice stopped from carrying out his desire:

- Don’t

Summed all of what Xi needed to say to Marty Ho in order to intimidate the Princeling into compliance.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"Je suis" he relies. I am He kisses her again.

"Three years, dear. And not one phone call to say you're okay?" she says.

He walks over to the bed and sits down and takes off his shirt." I guess you don't remember 2010 was not a great year for us. The Tangiers thing. Being on that boat when the Isreals stopped us. My Turkish is lousy. I had to speak in Hebrew to the Isrealis or they would of shot you as a spy. Then the Haiti earth quake. All those dead people. You don't want any more international globe trotting. At least that is what you said. "

He leans back on the bed. "My company opened an office in Berlin. I was there for a year. Then came back home. I've been doing cases all over the east coast. The only reason I got this case is Jimmy Hyde is covering the Dallas office. So I had to cover his office. And Chicago is the mid west office area."

" I did not know your Captain was going to put us together. And I was not sure you wanted me to bring back all those memories. " He pats the bed. " I left you here in Chicago in this apartment. I went my way and you stayed here."

 

[Asobininryochan]

From Xi’s earphone, he heard the hard grunts of Marty as he plowed into latest conquest. He held his mobile onto his other ear as he waited patiently for Mike Futures to answer his phone. When Mister Futures ignored his next call, Xi finally decided to place his tuxedo on top the rear seats of the Rolls Royce. He then produced a cigarette from his jacket and smoked as he waited for these children to play out their little game.