The next morning Zara met Kelly in the Hall.
"I went for a little walk last night"
announced Zara. She handed the disc containing of the incriminating document to her client."I think this may be of interest to you, It’s an inventory of items which I believe are from this house. Some items are deleted. I suspect they are the ones you have noticed missing."
"Just as I thought. I’ll keep this in a safe place. That bastard. He’s going to regret the day he ever met me. I want that bastard caught & brought to justice".
"I think this may be of interest to you"
“I can’t find a safe anywhere. Have you seen the size of this place, it could be under my feet for all I know. Another thing, we’ve got a problem. Yeh, some babe she picked up in a pub. She’s gone & taken her on to work around the place. Last thing I need is some stranger snooping around”.
“Don’t fuss. I’ll get rid of her soon enough” John opened the draw of his desk & thumbed through the sheets of paper. He pulled out the list of antiques & placed it on the table in front of him. Taking the pen from its holder he started to write the prices of the newly sold items as his accomplice relayed them to him. As he scribbled the results of their last sell-off something caught his eye. “Serves bisque bust of girl, sculpture, Houssin, six hundred & fifty pounds. Trumpet base brass candlestick, Fifteen hundred pounds, that was a good haul. Are you listened to me?”
John was preoccupied with the fountain pen in his hand. He squinted at its mother of pearl body & fingered the cherry red substance until he removed a residue, which he inspected closely. His accomplices snapped remark caught his attention. “Yeh I’m listening”. He rubbed the residue between his thumb & finger & it occurred to him what it was & indeed where he had seen it.
“Shut up a minute. We’ve got a slight problem. It appears our little helper is not who she seems. I’ll call you back, I may need your help”. He slammed the phone down & sat back in his chair. Kelly & his wife had certainly drifted apart. How could it fail to? His motive from the outset of their marriage was to slowly bleed his wealthy partner dry. But he was attentive enough to notice that his wife used only one shade of pale pink lipstick bought from Harvey Nichols on her trips to the City. The bright red shade smeared on his fingers was the shade he had noticed on the full lips of his beautiful new staff member. Kelly sat in silence contemplating his next move. If his wife had called in a snoop to keep an eye on him he would need to bring his schedule forward drastically. If on the other hand the girl on the motorcycle was working alone he needed to find out more about her.
Lana was in the study when her husband appeared.
"Darling, do you remember me telling you about my niece? Lana looked vaguely at him. She neither remembered nor cared very much in her current mood. But she needed to maintain some impression of normality.
"Yes, darling I think so".
She been working abroad for the past few months & just returned to England. I've invited her to stay for a while. I hope you don't mind".
Lana shook her head dismissively. It seemed the arrangements had already been made. "That's settled then. She'll be here this afternoon".
The new guest arrived the next day.
"Good morning John. It's loverley to see you again".
She was struggling with the accent.
You must be Lana, Hello, pleasure to meet you too.
Lana didn't seem to notice the flaw in the accent. John left the women to get acquainted. The plans had been laid carefully. He knew Chanta wasn't the brightest button in the box but today was straight forward. Keep out of the way until evening, meet for dinner in the evening, go to bed. Tomorrow would be when the plan got underway.
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A quick glance around satisfied her she was alone. She reached in to the top of her dress & slid the hair clip key from her cleavage.
As Zara dressed other plans were being made.
"Yes. I'll call you as soon as the cat's in the bag. Don't worry about a thing,
she'll be a pushover". 
John kissed her on the cheek. "Not long now, just keep a clear head & be careful. The last thing we need now is any slip ups".
"Stop worrying John. I'm a big girl now. I'm going to have some fun getting Miss Zara under wraps.
Zara had arranged to meet Lana in Chantas' room.
"PSSSTT, It's me".
Lana appeared around Zaras' door.
Zara went on to tell Lana the discoveries form the previous evening.
She hadn't had room for the camera the previous evening & she didn't dare taking it so now she showed Lana the original documents in Chantas' dressing table drawer. Lana scanned quickly through the text. Once she had read it she replaced the documents & turned to Zara. Lana's response was both anger & relief. Soon she would be rid of the cause of her concerns.
"Don't give that swine & his little friend a chance to get away with this. I want to see them behind bars".
They stood & embraced "Don't worry about a thing. We'll have this all tied up nice & tight real soon". Smiled Zara.
Zara was in the study doing some paperwork for Lana when she heard the sound of tyres on gravel. She heard the footsteps approaching the halls main entrance.
Then, there was the knock at the door.
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As she lay, bound in the van, Chanta was laying the trap for her next victim. For this she would call on the services of her accomplice, Angel.So far the plan had gone smoothly. Zara bound & silenced in the van. All that was left to do was lay the trap & as in most cases, a trap needs bait !
Chanta made the phone call he had been waiting for.
"The cat's in the bag" & hung up.
John responded to his queue. He resisted the temptation to smile & simply replied into the silent phone.
"Hello Mr James" he paused. "Do I really need to come over now"?
"This really is a nuisance" He paused again. "If you insist. I'll be over in a moment". He ended the unheard conversation.
"Don't worry about me mate, I'll be ready. Just make sure you get back here later & do your bit".
Chanta ended the conversation. Angel had listened with curiosity.
"Now what"?
Chanta waggled a finger at the garment folded on the chair.
"You can start by getting that on. That bloody cop's outfit gives me the creeps".
Chanta sneered at her accomplice "Yeh, yeh just great now stop fuckin' around & tie me up"!
Angel thought she'd misheard."WHAT!? You want me to tie you up?!"
Yeh, you heard & make it as tight as you can do you hear?" .Chanta laid a bundle of ropes in front of her.
Angel smirked "This is getting more fun by the minute"!
As Zara struggled in the van, Chanta & Angel prepared fro Lanas' return.
All done. I'd love to see you try & get out of that "!
Angels' work was more than good enough. Chanta tried to free herself but there was no chance. Now she had to rely on Angel if the plan was goin to work.
"Leave my gag off until she gets here. I'm having trouble breathing
as it is. These ropes around me are as tight as hell "! 
Now all she needed to do was wait.
Angel pulled on her mask & climbed onto the bed next to Chanta. ![400[1].jpg (32267 octets)](400[1].jpg)
Lana stepped from her car into the dimming light of a perfect summers evening.
Instead she saw Chantas' semi-naked body writhing on the bed tightly bound.
Lana pulled at the ropes. Chanta bit hard on the ball between her teeth & winced with pain. She shook her frantically as the ropes bit into her arms.
Lana listened as she tried to loosen the knots. Then she paused, rolled Chanta over to face her, knelt back & frowned.
Angel had heard enough.
She had expected a liberated Chanta to help her overpower Lana but this had changed things.
She picked up the small bottle from the floor of the closet & dabbed the contents on the cloth in her hand.
As Lana re-gagged her captive, Angel made her move.
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"Well look at me, two victims in one day". Chanta growled through the gag. She was in no mood for jokes.
As Angel removed the gag the abuse spewed out.
"Just get me the FUCK out of these ropes before I rip your heart out do you hear me. I can't feel my Bloody arms because of you "!
Angel removed her mask. It was probably wise not to bait Chanta further. "OK, sorry, Chanta. I'll be as quick as I can".
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Soon she would be reunited with her friend Zara.
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As Angel checked on their prisoner to the van, Chanta prepared for the next faze of the plot.
She too was to wear the black satin catsuit & mask. It was perfect for the job.
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Chanta was still admiring herself as Angel returned from the van.
She regarded Chanta & smirked to herself. Being the most athletic of the pair she knew the body hugging catsuits were better suited to her slimmer figure. "I'll let John know we've got them ready to go". Angel dialled & waited for John to answer.
John said : "Good job Angel. Now get them over to the hideout. I'll make my way back to the hall. You'll be gone by the time I get back. You know what to do next". He gulped the contents of his wineglass & headed for the door.
She slipped the hood over her head. From now on she would be the second member of the kidnap team.
The pair picked the still sleeping but now tape-bound Lana to the van.
The van doors swung back to reveal her client carried by the two masked kidnappers. As she watched she was relieved to see Lana stir as she began to recover from the drug. Zaras' squeals through the gag in her mouth shook Lana awake to be confronted by the masked figures.
Zaras' cloth gag was removed & as they pinned her down she was tape gagged. Angel didn't need a repeat of Zaras' rewarded efforts, especially as they drove through the nearby town to their hideout.
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