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| Revelations; A Helen and Nikki Fan Fic | |
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| Carissa | Feb 6 2012, 04:18 AM Post #16 |
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CHAPTER 12 After Nicky and Trish’s meeting with the police, things in the club rolled along as they normally did. Despite their heightened vigilance the most they could report was that one of their vendors had changed delivery drivers for two weeks while their regular driver went on holiday. Karen had also increased her vigilance on the comings and goings at Larkhall. Not only was she insisting on personally signing off on every prisoner visitor coming in and leaving, she also made it a practice to stand in the visitors’ room during all visitations. When Yvonne asked her about her presence one evening, Karen told her the truth. “Yvonne, I’m getting desperate to find out how drugs are getting onto the wing. Serena Marks’ death could have been prevented and I want to make sure we don’t have another.” Seeing how distraught her friend was over the situation, Yvonne once again offered to help. “Karen, I’ve been keeping my eyes and ears open on this too.” “Yvonne, I can’t let you risk your safety by getting involved.” “Karen I’m already involved. Serena was my friend and so are you. That makes me involved. Now I can just go off on my own and snoop around, or you can tell me specific areas where you need help and I can hopefully be more productive.” “You’re not going to let up on this are you?” “No I’m not,” said Yvonne emphatically. She reflected for a moment, “Karen, I didn’t do a lot of good on the outside. Right now I’m in a position to help with something that’s important and doesn’t involve my children, for the first time in my life. Please let me.” “Oh ‘Vonne. You’ve done plenty of good in your life and you’ve done so much in here. I’ve seen you protect the weak ones. Don’t underestimate yourself. You’ve also helped me more than anyone else ever has. I can’t let you put yourself in danger.” “Karen you can’t stop me. The question is do we work together on this or separately? Which way do you think I’ll be safer?” Karen put her head in her hands. “Jesus you’re putting me between a rock and a hard place.” “I’m glad you think I’m Jesus. But I’m not willing to die for Charlie’s sins, just serve a little time.” Karen laughed at the witty reply. “Karen, you’re already between a rock and a hard place. At least working together and knowing what the other is up to we’ll be better able to better watch each other’s backs. And two heads are always better than one.” Resigned to the fact that Yvonne would pursue the issue with or without her cooperation, Karen decided to go along with her. “What do you propose?” “I’ll tell you everything I know about how I’ve seen contraband move around in here during the past two and a half years, and you tell me any suspects or angles you have and perhaps we can help fill in each other’s blanks. We’re the two smartest people in this building, together we should be able to figure this out.” “Yvonne this is going to require more than our normal amount of interaction. That alone could cause you problems,” said Karen, frowning. “True. We need to come up with a plausible reason for us to be in daily contact – but as far as the other inmates are concerned – nothing changes. We get to continue not being able to stand each other in public,” said Yvonne, smirking. “Oh I’m sure that can be arranged,” said Karen saucily. Hell, if I can’t mutter ‘psycho bitch’ under my breath every few days I may go through withdrawal.” “That’s the ticket Guv now find an assignment or punishment for this psycho bitch.” **** Karen’s special assignment for Yvonne was actually a punishment. While walking through the dining hall, Karen ‘accidentally’ bumped into Yvonne causing her to bounce into the edge of a table. Yvonne’s shouted: “Oi, watch where you’re going!” got Karen’s hackles up the second the words left her mouth The screaming match that ensued was seen – and heard - by all. “Atkins, watch your tone with me!” barked the Wing Governor. “Oh stuff it! You shoved me on purpose,” retorted Yvonne. “The hell I did! If I wanted to shove you you’d be on your ass right now!” The inmates watching the exchange laughed at Karen’s last remark. Yvonne moved closer to Karen: “You really want to take me on?” she said menacingly. Dominic, who had been on the other side of the room when the exchange began, jumped in before things got out of control. “Yvonne you’re out of line.” Turning to his Wing Governor, he asked: “Ma’am, do you want me to take Atkins to the block?” “No Dominic, the block’s too good for the likes of her. Give me a half an hour to work a few things out and then bring her to my office.” “Yes ma’am.” When Karen left the room the inmates began an urgent buzzing among themselves as to what Yvonne’s punishment was going to be. The episode had not ended the way they had expected. When Dominic brought Yvonne up to Karen’s office a half an hour later; Karen was waiting for them. “I’ll take it from here Dominic. Come back for inmate Atkins in about an hour’s time?” “Yes ma’am. Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” he asked doubtfully. “Thanks for the offer but I think now that time has passed cooler heads should prevail, she said pointedly, looking directly at Yvonne. “Isn’t that right Yvonne?” “Take your chances,” the inmate sniped back. Not one to be cowed in front of a member of her staff, Karen snapped: “I think I will. Thank you Dominic. We’ll see you in an hour.” Dominic backed out of the office, closing the door behind him. Karen directed Yvonne over to the overstuffed couch on the far side of her office. “Nice performance Mum.” “You weren’t bad yourself. You could make a living faking fouls in football. Bouncing off the table; really!” Yvonne laughed and took a faux bow, “Well we did want everyone’s attention.” “I’d say we got it.” She then gestures to the coffee service on the table in front of the couch and offered Yvonne a cup. “Real coffee! I can’t remember the last time I had a cup of the good stuff.” “Enjoy it, it’s the least I can do to thank you for your help. Before you leave remind me, I have a few packages of fags for you in my desk.” “It’s not necessary.” “I want to.” “Well thanks. So what brilliant idea have you come up with that will allow us to spend more time working on our investigation?’ “Well since you so clearly despise me.” Yvonne snorted with laughter: “Clearly.” “I’ve decided that your punishment will be to change your work assignment.” “To what?” “To alphabetizing the thousands of index cards in that file over there,” she said, pointing to the opposite wall. “Aren’t they alphabetized already?” Karen held Yvonne’s gaze for several seconds, before walking over to the cabinet, pulling the top drawer all the way out until it fell on the floor cwith a loud crash, spewing cards across the room. Almost immediately there was a knock on the door. Karen’s secretary poked her head round the door cautiously. “Ma’am is everything alright?” “Celia, there’s been a small accident,” said Karen looking pointedly at the mess. “Oh, my. I’ll get right to it.” “No I have a better idea; I think Mrs Atkins can take care of this.” “Ma’am, it could take hours to get all of that sorted out,” squeaked the assistant, distress evident in her voice. “I believe t Mrs Atkins has a great deal of time on her hands, so that shouldn’t be a problem.” Taking her cue, Yvonne piped up: “You can’t do this to me.” “Yes I can,” said Karen, and injecting as much venom as she could into her voice, she added: “It’s either this or the latrine duty I had planned for your next four weeks.” “Bollocks!” spat Yvonne. “Take it or leave it Yvonne. I could easily have you shipped out of here and away from your kids based on some of your recent behavior. Celia could you get a large box of rubber bands? I believe Mrs. Atkins will be needing them. And please call Dominic and tell him that Yvonne will be here for an hour longer than we had planned.” “Certainly Ma’am,” said the secretary as she fled the room. “Nice plan Karen. Simple but ingenious.” Karen curtsied. “Thank you. Now we’ve got to figure out a plan that is even better than this one.” “Well, I have a plan that could help us narrow down the possibilities.” “Atkins, you been holding out on me?” “No, just thinking things through. For those of us not receiving a paycheck, there is a lot of time to think in here.” “I’m not sure if that was a crack or just a comment.” Yvonne’s laughter filled s the room. “Just a comment. But for some of the folks receiving checks it could be a crack, but it would also be an overstatement that they were capable of thinking.” Karen’s laughter filled the room. “Sad, but fair point, I’ll give you that” she conceded. “So what’s your plan?” “Ok, hear me out. The drugs have to physically get into the facility before they make it onto the wing. I think the first thing you and I should do is to make a list of physical entry points, formal and informal, where anything or anyone one can get onto prison grounds. Then we make a list of all potential drug entry points into the building.” “I’m with you,” said Karen. “Now, getting things on to prison grounds can happen via the drivers of vehicles coming into the prison, or by someone tossing something over the wall. Is there any other way? Service tunnels, or something else?” “I wouldn’t have given much thought to the wall toss,” said Karen doubtfully. “That’s why you need me,” insisted Yvonne. “I don’t know for sure about tunnels, but I will look into any other entry points to the grounds…” She stopped suddenly; “Yvonne are you certain about doing this? I’d still be your friend if you changed your mind.” Yvonne regarded her unlikely friend – and ally – seriously. “I know Karen, that’s one of the reasons why I want to help so badly. If you lose this job I won’t get to see you anymore.” “Yvonne…” “Don’t.” Yvonne interrupted before could finish. “Karen, let’s get back on topic. Things being tossed over the wall is something that would be difficult to control, but with the right help, you might be able to figure some things out.” “And what would the right help be?” “That’s my last resort, so if we decide that’s the way to go, I’ll get to it. I think that’s the least likely scenario however, because it is kind of sloppy and this operation seems very polished.” Karen nodded her head in agreement. Continued Yvonne: “My understanding is that there are only two gates that give access to the property, the main gate and the service gate.” “Correct.” “Ok, so in the scenario where the driving routes are involved there are only two points of vulnerability and each has its own characteristics regarding comings and goings.” “And?” “We need to narrow down who uses each route and then look at likely smuggling scenarios. I reckon employees, prisoner visitors, new prisoners, vendors, service and maintenance people, legal counsel, and prison service administrators would be a good start.” Karen stared at Yvonne, impressed. “Wow you really have thought this out, haven’t you?” “Oh I’m always two steps ahead darlin’,” said Yvone saucily. Contunuallyi mpressed by her friend Karen muttered, “I’m thinking three.” “I need you to fill in the details of who comes in how and what parcels or packages they are carrying or delivering. A normal establishment of this size would receive fresh dairy on a daily basis – tho’ somehow I doubt we receive fresh, let alone daily, said Yvonne, unable to resist a little dig. “No comment,” returned Karen lightly. “Yvonne, you will need to come back here to work on this, uh these cards, again tomorrow. I’ll see what I can have ready for you by then.” “And Karen don’t leave a stone unturned. If this crap were coming in any normal way, you’d have your answers by now.” “I won’t.” Doubts beset Karen again, and she put her head in her hands, sighing heavily. “Karen, you need help, and I can help you,” said Yvonne gently. “If I end up with a few extra smokes out of it, so be it.” Karen put s her hand on Yvonne’s arm and held her gaze. “Please don’t take any chances with your safety. I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt helping me, she said with a quiver in her voice. “I won’t Karen, I promise.” ****** |
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| Carissa | Feb 19 2012, 12:37 AM Post #17 |
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Many thanks to my beta, Julie. Any errors or omissions are my own doing--I'm very capable of making all kinds of mistakes without any assistance. CHAPTER 13 Two weeks into Yvonne and Karen’s plan they got a break on the case. In the visitors’ room Yvonne recognized Valerie, one of Charlie’s former runners, visiting one of the newer prisoners. Her appearance had changed dramatically, but despite a new hairstyle and color and heavy makeup, Yvonne still recognized her. She remembered that Charlie used to talk about Valerie: “She could even have potential in the organization.” And now here she was visiting Larkhall in the middle of a drug crisis. Coincidence maybe, but Yvonne was certainly going to find out. After he betrayed her, Yvonne hadn’t cared about what happened to Charlie's crime ring. Since his death, she owned the legitimate businesses in their holdings outright, and had instructed her solicitor to make sure that the enterprises got clean or sold before she got out of the joint. The last thing she or her children needed was the ghost of Charlie’s past reaching out and pushing her back into this vile place from beyond the grave. After a few months it became clear that many of the legitimate businesses were not all that legitimate, and the ones that were had managers running them who couldn’t be trusted. While Lauren and Richie were both willing to take over operations, Yvonne felt that it would be best for the family if she divested all of the enterprise’s and started afresh when she got out. Her solicitor found her a competent financial person and the money was invested, being put to good use spinning dividends to help her children while she was otherwise indisposed. Yvonne was enjoying a nice visit with her daughter until she saw Valerie in the visitor’s room. She had finally convinced Lauren to apply to university, and as she had just finished submitting her paperwork, Yvonne could not have been more pleased. She was also happy that Lauren seemed to be doing well in other areas of her life. She had landed a good clerical job, and was seeing a man who seemed to treat her well. When Lauren was leaving, Yvonne asked if she could discretely find out what Charlie’s old gang members were up to. Initially Lauren was concerned that her mother intended to pick up where Charlie had left off, but Yvonne assured her that was the furthest thing from her mind. She justified the request by saying she wanted to know what people were up to so that when she got out she’d know enough to steer clear of all of them. At their next visit Lauren had a full run down on what had become of Charlie’s old crew. For her daughter’s sake Yvonne pretended to be amused by some of the old crew’s antics, but in reality the more she learnt the more she became convinced it was Charlie’s old crew running the drug business at Larkhall. Due to her own circumspect connection to the people involved, (comma) Yvonne reluctantly shared her suspicions with Karen the next day when she was ‘working’ on the index card files. “I think I have something on the drug case.” Karen smiled widely: “Yvonne, that’s great! You may save my job yet.” Yvonne’s heart sank, and she felt like a real shit. “Don’t thank me too soon. I may be involved.” “What?” said Karen, shocked. Yvonne hastily told her about the possible coincidence in the visitors’ room and Lauren’s subsequent checking around. Karen was silent through the entire explanation, trying to absorb all the information about the individuals mentioned and their present status. She was surprised that Lauren had been able to obtain so much information, and even more surprised that Yvonne was able to recite it all off of the top of her head without so much as a single note card. Yvonne misinterpreted Karen’s silence as disappointment in her and felt bad. “Karen I know I don’t have anything solid, but my gut is telling me that my suspicions are correct. I’m really sorry my family business trained these people who are now threatening your career,” she said sadly. You have nothing to apologize for,” Karen said gently, trying to console her friend. She reached for Yvonne’s hand: “If you are correct about who is behind this - and we’re able to do something about it - you could be the reason someone else doesn’t die.” There was a stunned pause, as Karen’s words sunk in. “You’re not upset with me?” “Honey there’s nothing to be upset with; all you’ve done is help me. You are not responsible for what Charlie’s former associates do. Will you please let up on yourself?” “I hate the thought that something I did in the past could hurt you.” “The past is the past. You’re the one who pointed that out to me when I was down. I think that’s something that both of us need to learn to let go.” Remembering her own words to Karen a few weeks earlier Yvonne reluctantly agreed, “You might have something there.” “Thanks to my good friend I do,” said Karen firmly. Now the question is how do we address this mess?” They spent the next hour discussing options. Both were in agreement that Lauren should not be further involved. Karen was hesitant to mention contacting Zandra Plackett from the City of London Police Department, not sure how Yvonne would react to the idea. When she saw no other alternative, she broached the topic. “Yvonne, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I think we need to involve the police in this. The detective who investigated Serena’s overdose seemed to be level-headed. How would you feel if I contacted her? I wouldn’t involve you or Lauren, just mention that I might have some information.” Nervously she bit her bottom lip as she finished her question, “Would you be ok with that?” “I’ll have to be.” “No. You don’t. This is your information and there is no proof that it directly involves this prison. I don’t have to do anything with it.” Yvonne was deeply touched by her friend’s loyalty. “You would do that for me?” “Of course I would. We’re in this together; if it doesn’t work for you it doesn’t work for me.” “Jesus Karen.” Yvonne turned away, not wanting Karen to see how emotional she was. Karen walked around so they were face to face. Her heart melting when she saw the tears shimmering in Yvonne’s eyes, she said softly: “Yvonne, I meant it when I said you were the best friend I’ve ever had. I treasure that.” Choked up, Yvonne responded, “As do I.” “Ok, then. We’re a team?” “We’re a team,” said Yvonne, reaching out and capturing Karen’s hand in hers. “Can I be captain?” she quipped, winking saucily: Both wiped tears off their cheeks as they laughed. ****** At the end of Yvonne’s ‘filing session’ it was agreed Karen would contact Detective Plackett and relay information on the individuals that Yvonne most suspected could be involved. When the Wing Governor and Detective met the next afternoon Zandra was once again impressed with Karen’s openness. “Karen, can I ask you a personal question?” “You can ask,” said Karen guardedly, making it clear she wouldn’t commit to an answer until she heard the question, “Fair enough. You said you had been given no resources to deal with the problem, which to me implies a lack of support from those above you. If this is as organized as you think it is, it will eventually become public and the odds of Her Majesty’s prison system looking good are fairly low. Why are you risking your job over this?” “Between you and I?” “Yeah.” “I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. As a female in an old boys’ profession, I’m sure you can relate to my predicament. Regardless of the upper brass refusing to address the situation despite my pleadings, there’s no doubt that I will be the one they blame if it becomes necessary for them to dodge the heat,” said Karen drily. “And if that’s going to be the case, I’m in a better position if I have done everything possible to fix this problem despite their lack of support. Initially, I had hoped to do this internally and quietly, but that hasn’t worked. At this point I’m better off going all in with a chance of winning before another one of my prisoners dies. At least I will know in my heart that I did all I could keep them safe.” Zandra was impressed by the Governor’s candor. “Karen, I consider it an honor that you chose me to call. And since you’ve been so forthright, I think that it’s only fair that I am as well. Had you not called me directly, the case would have ended up on my desk anyway.” “Really?” “The last few months I’ve spent the majority of my time trying to find the source of an accelerated drug supply in the City. Like you, I’ve felt like I’ve been banging my head against the wall trying to make progress on this case. Your judgment that this is a very professional operation is correct. And just so you know, the heroin that killed Serena Marks is the same strain I’ve been been trying to track. You and I have been working the same case.” “Interesting.” “Interesting,” said Karen slowly, as she absorbed the implications of Zandra’s conclusion. “What’s really interesting is that I’ve been working on this for months and have made more progress in the last hour speaking with you than I have cumulatively from the day I started. You obviously have access to some effective sources.” “I’ve been very fortunate with that,” said Karen guardedly, knowing full well where this was heading. “You do know I have to ask?” “And you also know how I have to answer.” Smiling, Zandra conceded: “I do.” That unspoken agreement was the end of discussion regarding Karen’s sources. ***** The next afternoon Karen updated Yvonne regarding her meeting with Detective Plackett. “That cinches it for me. It’s definitely Charlie’s people.” “That’s what I thought, but I never mentioned his name to Zandra. As I promised, I kept your family out of it.” “Karen, I trust you. Just so you know I no longer consider Charlie family.” “Maybe not, but if anyone were to try to figure out who my sources are, mentioning him could point to you since you’re here.” “Thanks.” “There’s no need to thank me. It’s me who owes you.” “Nobody owes anybody.” Knowing she wouldn’t win this argument any time soon Karen changed the subject: “So, how are those cards coming?” Yvonne winked. “Does ‘b’ come before ‘j’?” Karen snorted with laughter. “Oh God. I’m going to have to help you with these so the project looks credible at least.” **** Three days later Karen received a call from Detective Plackett, saying she needed to meet with her immediately. When Zandra showed up it was apparent that she had had very little sleep. Karen escorted the detective into her office, “Can I get you some coffee?” “That obvious huh?” Only to a trained eye,” said Karen diplomatically. “I used to be a nurse. You’ve obviously been up more than 24 hours.” “You were a nurse?” said Zandra, intrigued. “Yep.” “How does one go from nurse to prison warden in the same lifetime?” “I was a single parent and needed more money to pay the bills. I went back to school intending hospital administration to be my next career move. One thing led to another and here I am.” “How old is your child?” “22.” “You couldn’t possibly have a 22 year-old!” “Oh contraire.” “What, (comma) were you six when you gave birth?” “Twenty actually, (comma)” responded Karen drily. “Wow. You were in university twice while raising a child alone?” With humor evident in her voice, Karen said: “Yeah, I refer to them as the good old days.” Steering the subject back on topic: “This meeting seemed urgent, what can I do for you?” “I followed up the names you gave me; and indeed they are involved in illegal activities. Interestingly, both of them used to be members of the Atkins Gang before Charlie Atkins was killed.” Karen breathed a sigh of relief, “Well I’m glad I was able to help; hopefully we can put this chapter behind us at Larkhall. That was fast work detective!” “Whoa, I said they were up to criminal activity; I didn’t say we have them in custody or even any evidence to arrest them yet.” “Then why are you here?” “I put two and two together Karen.” The look on Karen’s face belied her words: “I don’t know what you mean?” “Karen, I did some checking, Yvonne Atkins is a guest on your wing.” “So?” “I know who your source is.” “You think it was Yvonne Atkins. She hates my guts. What motivation would she have to tell me anything?” said Karen defensively. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Getting agitated, Karen snapped: “Zandra, what game are you playing at?” “Karen I can assure you that this is no game,” said Zandra evenly. “And by the way, you need to stick to justice work. You’re too bad a liar to ever make it as a criminal.” They regarded each other for a moment. “What do you want?” said Karen finally. “Help.” “I gave you help.” “I need Yvonne Atkins.” “From my experience with Mrs Atkins, I can’t imagine her giving the authorities any assistance.” “Let’s suppose that for some reason she offered a waiver for the rest of her prison sentence in exchange for her assistance in this matter. Do you think she’d be interested in helping me then?” “You really think she could help you that much? Waiving the remainder of a prison sentence is rather extreme in my experience.” “I think that if Mrs Atkins can answer a few questions and is genuinely willing to help us, reducing her sentence would be a financial savings to the prison service and a public service to the Crown in many other ways.” “Would you like me to arrange a meeting with Mrs Atkins for you?” “That would be great.” “Zandra, I hope you understand that I must offer her the opportunity to have a solicitor present at your meeting.” “I do. I will also bring my boss, the head of the City of London Police so that if any agreements are met we can finalize them expeditiously.” “I’ll let Mrs Atkins know that, when I ask her if she’s willing to talk to you.” “Great.” ******* Later that afternoon when Yvonne reported in, to ‘work on the filing,’ Karen filled her in on Detective Plackett’s visit. She was concerned that Zandra had figured out her source, and kicked herself for ever involving the inmate in the first place. “Karen, if you recall I offered you little choice. Of course the fact that the names we palmed over were both Charlie’s former associates would raise eyebrows. You didn’t do anything wrong.” “You know I would love to see you free and clear of this place Yvonne, but I’m really concerned for your safety. What if they find out you are cooperating with the police? This stuff got Charlie killed.” “In for a penny in for a pound Karen. I want to finish what I started.” “So you want to meet with Plackett and her boss then?” “Yes.” “You will call your solicitor.” “I don’t think it’s necessary. hey aren’t after me.” “YOU WILL CALL YOUR SOLICITOR, barked Karen. “Jeez, aren’t you the insistent one.” “‘Vonne, the next time you walk through the gates of Larkhall it’s going to be a one-way trip. Your solicitor can negotiate and guarantee in writing that if for some reason the police investigation doesn’t go the way they want it to, that you don’t pay the price and end up back here. He can also negotiate protection for you if things go badly.” “Good point. When does this detective want to meet?” “She seemed very eager.” “Can I use your phone?” “Of course.” Yvonne dialed her solicitor, and within a few moment his secretary had him on the phone. Yvonne explained what was going on and requested a meeting the following afternoon. When she hung up the phone both she and Karen realized that it was very probable that they wouldn’t be seeing each other every day—in fact while Yvonne was working with the police there was a chance that they wouldn’t even be in contact. Karen was the first to articulate what they were both thinking: “well kid looks like you could be a free woman in the very near future.” “My fingers are crossed.” “Please promise me that you will be careful,” begged Karen. “Oh I will darlin’, I will.” ****** |
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| CrashxBurn | Apr 5 2012, 06:04 AM Post #18 |
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I'm really enjoying reading this and I hope you keep up the excellent work I'd love to see more!
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| Carissa | Apr 26 2012, 11:01 PM Post #19 |
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Hi All, I apologize for the delay in posting the next chapter. I had some friends and family members who needed assistance and that prevented me from completing the next chapter of the story. I have now completed it and sent it to my beta who, I’m sure, will struggle mightily to make it readable for the rest of you. I am beginning work on the follow on chapter to that and will strive to keep the story moving for you. Thank you all for your patience. Carissa |
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| Carissa | Jun 25 2012, 04:30 PM Post #20 |
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I want to thank everyone for their patience. There are two more chapters after this one that should be posted shortly. Once again thanks to my beta Julie who has made my story readable. Any feedback from readers would be appreciated and I will attempt to incorporate suggestions. CHAPTER 14 Helen, Nikki and Trish were beginning to get frustrated with the lack of progress stopping the drug situation in the neighborhood around the club. A girl was found overdosed in an alley two blocks from Chix and they had found another syringe in the club, this time in a ladies’ room near the front entrance of the club. They had nothing new to report to Zandra, but Helen contacted her anyway to mention the syringe and to see if there had been any other progress in the case. Zandra explained that she was hoping that a new lead and resource she had discovered would pay off, but was no more specific than that. Partially due to Nikki and Trish’s history with the City of London Police, and partially due to the type of establishment they had committed to run when they opened Chix, they were becoming more concerned with their inability to keep drugs out of their club. Not even a brainstorming session over dinner one evening had realized any new ideas, and again, Helen, Trish and Nikki found themselves increasingly frustrated over their inability to gain any control over the situation. ***** Karen had Yvonne brought to her office an hour ahead of their scheduled meeting with the inmate’s solicitor and the representatives of the police force. “Yvonne, I’m thrilled that you have a chance of early release; I just need to be sure you want to take this type of risk with your safety. We know the crew we’re dealing with is professional and could easily suspect you as the source.” “Karen I appreciate your concern,” said Yvonne reassuringly. “And believe me I’ve had the same thoughts. I have batted around in my head how this might go to make sure that it doesn’t come back to me. I am most concerned about Lauren and Richie being forced to pay the price for my actions. That’s how these people work. I know that for a fact since I was married to one of them,” she ended bitterly. Relieved, the Wing Governor responded: “I’m glad you’ve been thinking this through Yvonne. I’m not going to lie; I’m scared for your safety.” “Karen you’re a good friend. And you’re smart. I was awake all night playing out various scenarios in my head regarding how this could play out. First I am going to send Richie for a six-month holiday in Australia and the timing will coincide perfectly with Lauren’s going to university.” Relieved that Yvonne had considered the possibilities, Karen asked, “Have they agreed to this?” Sheepishly Yvonne replied: “No. But they will after you let me use your phone to make a few calls when our meeting is over.” “Yvonne, you know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect your kids.” Smiling the inmate responded: “Yes I do. Thank you.” “What about you?” asked Karen, still concerned. “Well I’ve been thinking that I might be more valuable and much better off if folks on the outside still believed that I was on the inside.” “It makes sense.” “So my plan at this point is to see what the authorities want from me, and figure out a way that while I’m out helping them, the world believes I am still a guest of Her Majesty’s Prison Service.” “Have I ever told you that I think you’re brilliant?” said Karen, once again impressed by her friend’s genius. “You have now,” said Yvonne, winking. “So what’s your plan then?” “Well my guess is that since my information gave them the first break they’ve had in the case, then I have some leverage here to do things my way-- and knowing how this crowd operates is the only way to ensure my and my children’s safety.” “I think you’re right.” “Karen, would it be possible to have me ‘transferred to another prison’ like you threatened to so that I show up on all the records and paperwork at headquarters but am working in London with the police?” Sardonically Karen replied: “Given everything else I’ve seen here, that would be more likely than the truth appearing in the records.” “Well that’s one of my demands if they want me to help them.” “My friend, you could run circles around most of the people I know,” said Karen, again impressed. “Not you, you get it.” “I may ‘get it’ but you are multiple steps ahead of ‘it’,” said Karen, with a bright smile. As if punctuating Karen’s sentence, her intercom buzzed announcing the arrival of Yvonne’s solicitor. A stately gentleman in his early 60s, Barnabus Wilshire cut an impressive presence with his salt and pepper hair, athletic build and very expensive suit and for the next 20 minutes the three of them rehashed the situation and the concerns that both Karen and Yvonne had regarding the operation. To his credit, Solicitor Wilshire was able to summarize all of the concerns succinctly and assured both women he would press for even more if he sensed any hesitation in the police department providing adequate safety to Yvonne and her family. To Yvonne’s surprise Karen seemed more reassured than she was at his understanding and commitment to fulfilling the matter appropriately. The intercom buzzed yet again and as Celia announced the arrival of the City of London Police, Karen began perspiring, and her anxiety level increased. She hoped nobody noticed, but she was very concerned for Yvonne. This was an opportunity to be released from prison for crimes Yvonne had never committed, but the freedom was in exchange for a commitment that could prove to be dangerous enough to cost her friend her life. It didn’t bear thinking about! After all the introductions had been completed, Yvonne’s solicitor took control of the meeting. He gave a brief history of his career and impressive client list to be sure that the police and the prison officer were aware of his vast credentials and contacts. He was well aware of how dangerous the situation was to his client and wanted to be sure the authorities understood that were anything to happen to Yvonne or her family there would be hell to pay. In response to the solicitor’s question of what the police were looking for and offering in return, Chief Superintendent Thomas responded: “We have been at a dead end with this case for quite some time. The only break that we’ve had was courtesy of Mrs Atkins and we firmly believe that her continued cooperation will assure that this case is solved sooner rather than later.” “And what is in it for Mrs Atkins to risk her life and those of her children?” responded the solicitor. “Her freedom,” was the Superintendent’s terse response. “What assurances do I have that her freedom will not be result in an unpleasant death, or more than one?” “Barney!” Yvonne inadvertently blurted out. “It’s a fair question Mrs Atkins, the Superintendent interjected. “Mr Wilshire I could sit here and give a song and a dance regarding how the City Police and Scotland Yard would assure the safety of Mrs Atkins and her children. But we all know that would be an impossible promise to keep. What I will commit to, however, is that we will do our absolute best to do so.” Karen interjected: “I believe Mrs Atkins has some ideas regarding this herself. Yvonne, would you like to share what you and I discussed earlier?” “Naturally I want to get out of the hell hole that is her majesty’s prison system,” said Yvonne with feeling. However, I believe it is in my best interest that nobody knows I am out for a while. My suggestion is that I stage an incident here at Larkhall that forces Ms Betts to transfer me to another facility where I am put in isolation for a very long time; on paper anyway. In the meantime we can work to find me some type of disguise that will allow me to be out and about in London finding the information that you need to nail the bastards responsible for Serena’s death.” Zandra Plackett was clearly also impressed with Yvonne’s plan. “I like it. We would still offer you protection, but it would be two extra steps toward your safety. However we have to find some place in the city to put you up because in the scenario you describe, you certainly can’t return to your home. That will probably take us a week or two to arrange.” Before she even realized she was saying it Karen blurted out: “She could stay with me temporarily. I have a guest room and am located in the middle of the city.” Zandra was the first to respond: “Karen you’d be willing to do that?” Absolutely,” she said confidently.” Yvonne is only in this mess in the first place because she was trying to help me find out how the drugs were getting on G-Wing. But it’s her choice, she may prefer you putting her up in some posh penthouse somewhere –at least that’s what I would ask for.” Yvonne considered Karen. “You don’t have to do this. I’ve been helping because I wanted to; my friend died. You don’t owe me anything,” she added gently. “Well there would be one condition,” responded Karen. “What would that be?” inquired Yvonne. “That you are released from here free with your name cleared, regardless of how the case turns out. I will not be your jailor in my home and if you are going to take this type of risk for the police, you need to be able to walk out of here as a free woman. Nothing personal Yvonne, but you’ve been a handful to deal with in here, I don’t need you back.” Everyone in the room chuckled. Barney interjected next: “That was going to be one of my demands, but I have several more that we need to iron out before we reach an agreement here.” “Mrs Atkins would be expected to subtly snoop around and observe situations and locations where she feels she could gather more information like what she’s already provided. She will need money for associated expenses and an undercover police vehicle during this time.” “I understand that,” responded Chief Superintendent Thomas. “I have already been given the authority to meet the first condition so that’s a start.” Turning to Yvonne, he asked: “Mrs Atkins would you prefer to stay with Ms Betts, or someplace else. I can’t promise you a posh penthouse but I’m sure we could locate something suitable.” “Please, everyone call me Yvonne. I think I would like to take the Governor up on her offer. The sooner we finish this job, the sooner I am truly a free woman. It would also help us be able to communicate information from the inside and outside more efficiently. I just need to know if she is a good cook. The food in here has been rotten,” she deadpanned. When the laughter died down, Karen replied drily: “Actually I am, but if you’ll be eating it, you’ll be preparing half of it so I hope you can live up to my standards.” “Oh great the two Julies cloned” said Yvonne, referring to the two eccentric but loveable women who cook at Larkhall. Laughing Karen replied: “No, Yvonne, I said I was a good cook.” Despite not getting the inside joke, the group in the room chuckled. “Betts, just don’t tell me you’re a bloody vegetarian or something.” “That’s quite the oxymoron. No worries there Yvonne, I’m as carnivorous as they come.” Turning back to the group Karen continued: “Now what I need to understand is how this investigation is supposed to work and what role Yvonne will be playing in it and I need a commitment since I am providing accommodations on behalf of the government that the investigation will NOT be finished until we find out how the drugs are getting on to my wing. I don’t need the police to find their source and then walk away leaving me with a gaping security hole that someone else will inevitably fill.” “I think that’s a more than reasonable request Ms Betts. I will commit my department’s resources to assuring that, and will also ask Scotland Yard for additional assistance if it becomes necessary. Additionally, if the drugs are still coming on to the wing it also means we haven’t finished the job in the city,” responded the Chief. “When would this operation start?” inquired Yvonne eagerly. “As soon as I can get all the details ironed out with your solicitor, and the head of Her Majesty’s Prison Service. I have already received authorization from the judicial board that they will secretly commute the remainder of your sentence once we reach an agreement. If all goes well, since we don’t have to find you a place to live, I’d say you could be out tomorrow or the day after.” It finally hit Yvonne that she was really getting out of prison. “Oh my God,” she gasped and covered her mouth with a shaky hand before anything else could come out. Yvonne’s solicitor addressed Chief Superintendent Thomas: “Why don’t you follow me back to my office and we can iron out the details and complete the necessary documents to expedite this matter.” “Rather give me your card and I’ll meet you there in two hours. I’ll call my people ahead and have them complete our side of the paperwork based on this discussion and will bring it with me.” Karen was the first to stand. “I would like to thank all of you for your assistance. The women in my care are in a great deal of danger due to this situation and I am grateful that we are all willing to work together to solve the problem.” “No, thank you Karen and Yvonne for providing us with the best leads this case has to date,” replied Detective Plackett. After Karen had escorted her guests out to the reception area and asked Celia to see them to the gate she closed her office door behind her and returned to Yvonne who was still sitting dumbstruck in her office. She went over to the couch and sat down next to her friend. “Vonne, are you ok?” Yvonne started to speak, but as she opened her mouth tears began to flow freely down her cheeks, and within seconds she was openly sobbing. Karen just reached over and took the crying woman in her arms and let her release the emotion she had bundled up for so long. “I never thought I’d get out of here alive,” sobbed the soon-to-be ex-prisoner. Continuing her soothing ministrations, Karen responded jokingly: “See Yvonne, you’re not always right.” She chuckled: “I can see what a fun roommate you will be.” “I’m sure the posh penthouse option would still be open if you’re interested,” Karen retorted. “Karen, after all of this time, I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Thank you so much for making the offer.” “I do think it might be an easier way for you to make re-entry; and you had a great point about being able to share information.” “I don’t want to put you out though. Who knows what kind of hours or activities this investigation will lead to? I imagine a lot of what I will have to do will be at night and you still have to work in the mornings Karen.” “That’s true, but my schedule will be a little different beginning next week,” answered the Wing Governor. “How so?” “I have managed to be appointed to an imaginary local jailhouse task force that Scotland Yard has established to improve security and living conditions for short-term prisoners who are in the local jails.” Yvonne smirked. “An imaginary task force. I would think that would be very stressful and require long hours away from Larkhall.” “It very well may.” |
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| getter | Jul 6 2012, 10:44 AM Post #21 |
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Very interesting! I am totally addicted to it. Hope to read some more soon! |
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| Carissa | Jul 20 2012, 10:49 AM Post #22 |
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Hi Getter, Thanks for the note. Glad you like the story. I have two chapters with my beta and am working on a third. I think you'll like the results. Carissa |
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| getter | Jul 23 2012, 10:20 AM Post #23 |
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uh... not yet. Ok. I will wait for the next installment, then.
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| ali baba | Jul 23 2012, 01:20 PM Post #24 |
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Carissa, have just caught up with your story and look forward to more. Is the update on the way???
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| Carissa | Jul 29 2012, 02:02 PM Post #25 |
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CHAPTER 15 Yvonne’s ‘transfer’ from Larkhall to another of Her Majesty’s Prisons followed a nasty row that she had on the wing floor with Karen. Due to the circumstances, Yvonne never even had a chance to say goodbye to the Julies, or anyone else. It was the only part of her release she truly regretted. From what any Larkhall observer could see, a prison service wagon arrived to take a shackled Yvonne to her new jail, much to Jim Fenner’s glee and disappointment. Glee she would finally get what was coming to her – a harsher facility far away from her children – and disappointment she would no longer be around for him to torment. She had been a formidable opponent, but in his distorted mind he had always come out on top in their altercations. Reality, of course, differed greatly to his perception. He never knew the last laugh was truly on him! Zandra Plackett was driving the vehicle and fifteen minutes into the ride it pulled into a non-descript warehouse in a neighborhood full of similar structures. After the wagon came to a stop, Zandra exited and unlocked the back and helped her still-chained passenger out. “Welcome to freedom Yvonne. Let me unlock those shackles and complete the process,” Zandra said as she liberated Yvonne from the cuffs and chains. “What’s next detective?” “The others should be here in a few minutes with the disguise materials you requested. An officer from Scottland Yard is at Heathrow as we speak collecting the luggage Lauren packed for you.” “Did Lauren and Richie get out of the country safely?” asked Yvonne anxiously. “They are in the air on their respective flights as we speak. My understanding is that your daughter pretended to throw a hissy fit at having to pay an additional fee to check the extra bags on the flight.” Yvonne smiled: “That’s my girl, smart as a whip. You never make a scene when you’re sneaking away. She played it just right. I just wish I had had a chance to say good-bye to them in person.” “I know, but you know it was safer this way. Once this case is wrapped up you can go visit them and eventually bring them back safely.” “That I look forward to.” The detective changed the tone of the conversation, “The crew will be here in a few minutes. You will be given the items you requested, plus two mobile phones, some money and a credit card in the name you selected. There are random numbers programmed in to the phones to make it look authentic in case it gets dropped or stolen. My numbers are all programmed into the phone under the name C. Tree.” Yvonne burst out laughing at the last statement. “Christmas Tree?” “I thought you’d appreciate the irony.” “You’re ok detective. Karen was right.” “Let’s save that determination for the end of the case after we’ve gotten the perps and you back to your previous life safely.” Zandra replied. “I won’t be going back to my previous life. You and Karen have given me a second chance here, and for the sake of my children and my own sanity, I’m not going to squander it.” As the newly-freed convict finished her statement there was a loud banging on the side door to the warehouse. Walking toward the door Zandra said, “That should be our friends.” ***** By the time Yvonne was dropped at Karen’s it was early evening and her luggage had already arrived. When Karen opened the door, her friend’s disguise of a long black wig, sequined glasses and enough makeup to make pancake batter look like water, the Wing Governor burst out laughing. As Yvonne spoke with a high-pitched cockney accent Karen had to cross her legs she was laughing so hard. Yvonne stayed in character: “Mum aren’t you even gonna invite me in to your swanky abode?” Still laughing Karen let go of the doorknob and stepped aside waving her guest in. Once safely inside, the former Larkhall resident closed the door behind her and pulled the wig and glasses off. “Between this crap and the makeup, I thought I was going to melt.” Karen composed herself enough to give Yvonne a proper welcome to her home. “I am so glad you’re here.” She reached out and embraced her friend in a warm hug, “Welcome to freedom.” “Thanks Karen. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.” Pulling back Karen gave the ex-con a stern look. “You got yourself out. Don’t ever let me hear you say anything different.” Attempting to disagree, Yvonne pulled back and looked at her friend, “Karen...” Karen cut her off, “Yvonne, there is NO room for discussion here.” “Thank you for being such a good friend Karen.” “We’ve been good friends to each other and now that I am no longer your jailor we are finally on the same footing. You have no idea how relieved I am by that. It made me so uncomfortable having such an unequal relationship.” Stepping away Yvonne responded: “If it was unequal that was only because of the situation I had put myself in. And it was unequal in my favor. I could have had gotten you canned at any moment. Had I done that you wouldn’t have even been able to get me sent to the block. Things WERE equal; I never once felt compromised and you have to get that whole idea out of your head.” “Oh my God, you’re right. It never occurred to me that you could have just decided to out my unprofessional behavior,” said Karen, as the realization dawned. “It never occurred to you because I would never have done that to you. The fact that you never thought of it should give you more faith in your instincts—because it NEVER would have happened—no matter what had transpired in that place. I would not have betrayed your trust. And now that we’re on the outside together, let me assure you that I never will.” “Christ Yvonne, you’re only out for a few hours and you’ve already blown my mind,” said Karen dazedly. “It just occurred to me that you’ll always have that information to use against me. Now you have the upper hand in our relationship.” Offended Yvonne’s eyes turned cold, and she turned to walk back out the door she had entered only moments ago. Karen hastily added: “Yvonne, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Before you walk out let me explain.” She pleaded, “Please?” The tone in Karen's voice caused former inmate to stop. She turned slowly back toward her friend, as Karen reached for hand and pulled her towards the couch. “Can we sit for a moment?” Yvonne nodded reluctantly, and Karen gently drew her to the couch where they could sit. “Yvonne, when I said you’ve blown my mind I wasn’t meaning that in a bad way. I meant I don’t think I’ve ever had a friend I trusted so much to protect me regardless of how compromising a situation I put myself in. My trust and belief in you and our friendship is so strong that my subconscious never even flagged that I had given you a weapon to use against me. I trust you that deeply. I’ve never had that with anyone before. It’s a gift.” Realizing she had misunderstood Karen, Yvonne responded sincerely, “I have the same with you. I thought I had it with Charlie but even after his betrayal I have no doubts about you. Why is that?” I don’t know, but the fact that it’s true, means more to me than you will ever know,” said Karen, relief evident on her face. “And now you can walk away from me anytime you want. As you just proved.” she smiled as she concluded her statement. “I’m sorry,” said Yvonne sincerely. “You know, we’re alike in a lot of ways, which is both good and dangerous.” “How so?” “Yvonne, both of us have hot tempers and we’ve both been hurt by people we loved and trusted. I think we should set a ground rule going forward.” “What would you suggest?” “That we both agree to discuss with the other what’s bothering us. No walking away or picking a fight on a different subject—just tell the truth about what’s bothering us. If or when I piss you off—which is inevitable—you tell me what I did. I know myself well enough to promise that my immediate response won’t always be appropriate, but I can’t fix things I don’t know about. If there’s something wrong between us I really do want to fix it.” “Same here. I think it’s a good rule.” “Good. On to more fun topics. Now that you can do ANYTHING you want, what would you like to do?” Karen asked her friend. Sheepishly Yvonne responded: “Take a shower. Nothing personal, but I really need to get as much of Larkhall off of me as possible.” Smiling Karen stood and took Yvonne’s hand. “Why don’t you take a look at what Lauren sent for you and I’ll run you a Jacuzzi.” “You have a Jacuzzi?” said Yvonne, clearly impressed. “That’s what sold me on this place. I’ve only lived here a short while.” “It would have sold me as well. Lead on my hostess.” Karen brought Yvonne to the guest room where the luggage awaited her and then showed her to the bath and the closet where the extra towels were stored. “Would you like red or white with your bath?” For a moment Yvonne was confused and then realized what Karen was asking. “A dry red if you have one?” “Done. Why don’t you gather your things from your luggage and I’ll run the tub and have the wine waiting for you in the bath.” “Sounds like heaven! Karen I can run my own bath. You don’t have to go to any trouble for me.” “I want to do this for you. While you are truly relaxing for the first time in Lord knows how long, I’ll prepare dinner. Now go and see what Lauren sent and I’ll get everything else together for your bath.” When Yvonne found her way back to the bathroom, she was stunned to see what her friend had done for her. Not only was there a large glass of red wine sitting on the side of the bubbling tub, a pile of white fluffy towels on the vanity and soft music playing in the background, the entire room was illuminated by vanilla-scented candles. It was at that moment, Yvonne realized Larkhall was truly behind her. She quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the tub to begin her life as a free woman. Perhaps free for the first time in her adult life, she suddenly realized. She was still a teenager when she had met Charlie. She was momentarily dumfounded by her true state of liberation. ***** While Yvonne was enjoying her Jacuzzi, Karen was busy preparing their meal for the evening. Enjoying that she wasn’t just cooking for one for a change, she prepared a dinner that included warm rolls and butter, Caesar salad, chicken piccata and asparagus with a homemade honey-mustard sauce. For dessert she had picked up some chocolate covered strawberries at a nearby market on her way home. She wasn’t usually one for dessert, but since it was Yvonne’s first night out and she decided to splurge a bit on the celebration. While things were cooking, Karen took the opportunity to change out of her work clothes into jeans and a t-shirt, padding back into the kitchen in her bare feet to check on the meal. As Karen was making the salad Yvonne reclined a few rooms away luxuriating in deep bubble-filled tub, as the jets massaged her into a deep state of relaxation. She wondered if she had died and gone to Heaven. The past few days had been a whirlwind and this was the first moment she had to process everything properly. She was free and her children were safe. She could actually take a deep breath and for the first time let go of the subliminal fear she had known most of her life. After the life she had lived, Yvonne wondered how she had been so lucky. She may not have participated actively in Charlie’s activities, but certainly she hadn’t been ignorant of them, and she’d had no problem enjoying the spoils of those crimes. She hadn’t done a good job protecting her children from that, and the resulting environment, and that was her biggest regret. She just hoped she would be able to help them get to a place in their lives where they would be legitimately productive and recognize the difference between healthy and unhealthy relationships. She certainly had experience with the latter. From her marriage to her ‘friendships’ before her incarceration, she realized that before Larkhall the only moderately healthy and genuine relationships she had were with Lauren and Richie. The revelation that she had more genuine relationships with people on the inside than she had had on the outside troubled her. Karen, Nikki Wade and a few others had proven to be real friends when the chips were down. In retrospect, when someone was being a ‘friend’ it was because there was something in it for them. And if she were honest, she had been guilty of doing the same thing. Not always, but on enough occasions that there was no doubt she deserved what she got. Well, Yvonne Atkins may have made mistakes, but she wasn’t stupid. Now she had a chance for a fresh start and as she had told the detective earlier, she wasn’t going to squander that gift. ***** Karen had finished preparing dinner and was sitting on the couch with a magazine and a glass of wine when Yvonne emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel. When Karen looked up she was stunned. The vision in front of her took her breath away. She had no idea that Yvonne was so beautiful. Yvonne, noticed the strange look on her friend’s face. “Karen, is everything ok?” Not realizing she had just been sitting there staring, Karen said slowly: everything’s great. I was just startled. You look so,” she hesitated searching for the right words, “… more beautiful than I even realized and your expression is so unguarded.” Yvonne laughed: “Literally, for the first time in several years actually.” Karen recognized the irony and laughed as well. “We can eat whenever you’re ready. I just have everything warming so feel free to take your time getting dressed.” “No, that’s good. I’m starving. Let me just throw something on and I’ll be back out.” ***** The two friends enjoyed a relaxing meal, and for the first time since they met, unlimited together. “So did Lauren pack you everything you need or should we plan to put that disguise back on you tomorrow and do some Saturday shopping?” “I should probably check again. Lauren left a note assuring me that the things she packed are still in style which is great, and these jeans still fit fairly well so that’s good news. I’ve been inside long enough that I hadn’t given the fashionista in me any thought. I’m not even sure she’s going to come back.” “Well if there’s anything you need before we get to a store, let me know. You’ll find extra tooth brushes and things like that in the linen closet if you need them. Just help yourself. Anything else; just ask.” “Thanks. And thank you for the wonderful bath experience. That was the first time I’ve felt truly at peace in years. It was just what I needed to transition out of Larkhall into the new Yvonne.” “You’re welcome. And don’t transition too far with the ‘new’ Yvonne. I’m still rather fond of the old one,” said Karen winking. “She’ll just become the new and improved version to you. If there’s one thing in the last few years that’s been positive, other than our friendship, it’s that my priorities and values have shifted.” “Having almost everything taken away from you tends to do that to a person,” said the Wing Governor drily. “And on that note, I don’t want to take away your privacy. Are you sure you’re comfortable sharing your space for an indefinite period of time? Your home is lovely and I don’t want you to feel your sanctuary has been invaded.” “Yvonne, I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you here. This place is relatively new for me. The old place had too many bad memories and I decided if I were going to move forward I needed a fresh start. I had been in my old place for 10 years, and having had two promotions during that time, I was surprised at what I was able to comfortably afford when I went looking for a new home. So this time I bought instead of renting.” “Well it’s lovely. You have great taste. And you are indeed the excellent cook you claimed to be. The meal was outstanding.” “Well when you’ve had nothing but prison food for years, anything with real poultry in it would be good.” Looking sheepish Yvonne confessed: “It hasn’t exactly been years.” “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” said Karen, rolling her eyes. Shaking her head she resigned herself to the reality of not always knowing what went on at Larkhall and changed the subject: “Yvonne would you like to have dessert on the couch? I picked up chocolate covered strawberries at a local market. We can either have more wine or after dinner drink or I could just make coffee or tea.” “Wine will be fine,” said Yvonne, standing and picking up their plates. “You go sit. I’ll clean up.” “Yvonne it’s your first night out. Let me,” protested Karen. “No. We agreed to share kitchen duties.” Realizing that Karen wouldn’t easily relent she responded, “OK. You wash and I’ll dry.” “I never could win with you could I?” said Karen smiling and conceding defeat. “Sure you could. I just never let you know Guv.” “Well I have an automatic dishwasher, so let’s just load it together.” ***** After cleaning up, Karen and Yvonne relaxed on the couch with their wine, their feet tucked under them as each curled up at opposite ends of the couch. Despite Karen initially saying at dinner that she didn’t want to know about Yvonne’s delectable meals inside the prison walls, they did end up laughing so hard there were tears running down their faces as Yvonne relayed Sylvia’s antics while attempting to find where the smell of gourmet food was coming from. Her efforts had the entire wing laughing at her and even the other guards made fun of her futile attempts to find the food that none of them could smell anyway! Sylvia’s nose became the butt of many a joke among both staff and inmates alike. Yvonne also mentioned that she had shared the meal with a fellow inmate. Karen had always been curious about the other inmate’s relationship with Yvonne, because it had seemed so out of character for her. “Ah, a romantic dinner with Vicky. So who wooed who in that relationship?” she teased. A shocked Yvonne stuttered: “You knew about that?” “Mm, I did notice that after she was transferred to the wing, you suddenly didn’t need any more legal assistance. Truly surprised now, Yvonne managed to get out: “You knew about that too? I guess I wasn’t as good as I thought I was.” Laughing Karen responded: “Of course I knew about that. When three different 25 year-old lawyers showed up in three weeks and each of their years of getting their solicitor’s license were registered as being in the1960s, it wasn’t too hard to figure out. Especially since the last one was wearing a stripper’s rip-away suit.” Yvonne looked mortified. “Gotcha on the suit!” Karen followed with a deep belly laugh at the look on Yvonne’s face. “No, you got me on all of it,” said Yvonne, dumbfounded that Karen had let her get away with all she had done, “Why didn’t you do something, or say something to stop it?” “What good would it have done?” “You could have stopped it.” “I could have. But seeing the way you were at that time—I didn’t have the heart. You needed something; we weren’t as close then as we are now. I knew what had happened with Charlie, but I didn’t know what I could do for you; I figured my turning a blind eye might let you figure out what you needed to on your own.” “Karen I’m sorry I abused your trust,” said Yvonne feelingly. “Yvonne, you were just doing what you had to. As I said we weren’t as close then, you didn’t abuse anything. After what Charlie did to you, I didn’t know whether you were looking for revenge or validation; but clearly after each visit it was obvious you were getting something you needed.” “You mean other than getting laid?” Karen smiled at her friend’s honesty, “Yes, in addition to getting laid. You gradually started getting some light back in your eyes. I didn’t care what it was from.” Surprised by how good Karen had been to her without her even being aware of it, she decided to open up more to her friend. “You know when I think about it now; I realize it began as revenge when I started my little legal advice scheme. I just figured what was good for the goose…” Karen regarded her sympathetically, “and…” “And I found out the hard way it was more than that.” “How so,” inquired her friend. “The ‘realization’ was so embarrassing.” Karen immediately rescinded her question and gently said: “’Vonne, you don’t have to tell me.” “No. I want to,” she said firmly, looking Karen in the eye. Nodding, Karen encouraged the former inmate to go on. “I broke down crying on one of them.” Karen took her hand, “Oh ‘Vonne.” “The last guy refused the tip I offered him,” she said, tears pricking her eyes as she remembered the exchange. “He said I was too much fun to have to pay extra. I just started to cry.” Laughter finally released the tears and as they rolled down her cheeks, she continued, “needless to say, he had no idea what he had done wrong and then he was afraid that there was going to be some kind of scene that would put HIM in a cell.” Karen laughed: “The poor kid; all he did was say what you needed to hear without even knowing it.” “I know. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even though I was sobbing I did finally pull it together enough to assure him that he had been wonderful and refusing my tip had really touched me. I insisted he take it.” Laughing she continued, “and at that point, he would have done anything I said to get out of there.” “It’s funny though, it took me several days to realize why I had responded the way I had. Your guess of validation was spot on. I was such a dolt; I didn’t even realize what I was doing. I think I was too proud to admit even to myself that’s what I needed.” Venturing further Karen asked: “And Vicky?” “Karen, you’re even more on the ball than I gave you credit for--and I gave you a LOT of credit.” “Yvonne, it is my prison wing. I only let everyone know what I wanted them to think I know.” “You think,” Yvonne responded with a smirk. “Ok, given your culinary exploits, that point I will have to concede somewhat.” Karen smiled back. Yvonne grinned and after a pause, continued, “Vicky. She was a surprise.” “How so?” “I married Charlie when I was just a kid. Being with a woman had never crossed my mind. I mean it’s not that I didn’t know women who were lesbians or bi, I just never gave it any thought regarding myself. I made vows and I kept them. I just didn’t know they would turn out to be one-sided.” “It happens.” said Karen’s resignedly. “I know; but not to me. I’m smart; at least I thought I was. Stupidly I believed my Charlie was different from all of the others he hung with. In retrospect; I guess I just wanted to think he was different.” “Or needed to,” said Karen firmly. “Yvonne, you had to believe he was different in order to survive. You yourself have acknowledged you never would have gotten out of that marriage alive. You were being smart and protecting yourself and your children.” “I never looked at it that way.” “Well maybe you should,” said Karen sympathetically. “You can’t beat yourself up forever for something you had no control over.” “You keep saying that.” Pondering a moment before returning to the subject at hand, Yvonne continued, “Vicky just… I don’t know… she just happened. She was hot.” “That’s for sure.” “You should have seen how she made Fenner drool.” “I saw it,” said Karen a little bitterly. Remembering Karen and Fenner had been together at that time Yvonne suddenly realized how badly she had stuck her foot in it. She leaned forward and grabbed her friend’s hand: “Karen, I’m so sorry. That was thoughtless of me.” “It’s ok. I saw it, it was obvious. I should have dumped the bastard then. You’re not the only one here who desperately saw things the way they wanted them to be as opposed to how they really were.” Yvonne shifted on the couch so she could look Karen in the eyes. “Hey, I’m also not the only one here who’s hard on herself. Fenner was a mistake and he’s in the past. I’m just sorry my big gob brought that pain back for you. Please know I would never do or say anything to intentionally hurt you.” Karen was touched by Yvonne’s sincerity. “I know that Yvonne. The same goes here. You’re very special to me you know.” “And you to me.” Lightening the mood a bit Karen added: “We’re so much alike, it’s really weird that we met from the opposite side of bars.” “And I wasn’t pouring you a drink at the time,” quipped Yvonne.” “No, but I think I’ll have more wine if you’re offering to get up and grab us another bottle.” Yvonne laughed: “Where’s it at then.” “In the rack next to the fridge, if you’re really fetching.” Playfully Yvonne sauntered to the kitchen: “Darling I’m nothing if not fetching.” Yvonne returned a few minutes later with the newly-opened bottle and poured fresh glasses for each of them. “So, where were we before that bastard Fenner rudely interrupted?” said Karen, stretching comfortably on the couch. “I think we were discussing the chicken crossing the road.” “Ah yes, hot Vicky.” Karen remembered. “Very hot Vicky, actually. “She had a body to die for,” responded Yvonne wistfully. “When she first came on to the wing we were wary of one another.” Karen nodded knowingly, “Ah yes, prison’s infamous pecking order.” “Hey Gov show us some respect. We’re professionals.” “And gang moll trumps bank robber.” “Mm, except my status as you and I both know, is a tad fictional since it was really my husband’s business, but needless to say I didn’t quibble since it was to my advantage.” “I always knew you were smart.” “Vicky had big-time contacts of her own on the outside though – the ranking could have become problematic.” “So, you two circled one another for about two weeks before determining that neither cared enough about the situation inside the prison to be a threat to the other?” An astonished Yvonne said: “Fuck Karen, how do you know this stuff?” “Yvonne, you were the big fish in my pond. I paid attention.” “I’ll say!” Sheepishly Karen confessed: “I also have to admit that you’ve always fascinated me.” “Really, how?” said Yvonne, once more surprised by Karen’s revelations. Quietly Karen answered, “Really. Initially, I think it was due to the fact that you were capable of loving someone so deeply that you were willing to do hard time for them when you were innocent. That level of devotion really impressed me. But then, as I watched you make your way in that environment, your smarts and integrity enthralled me. Despite covering Charlie’s ass, you really did know the difference between right and wrong and were willing to put yourself on the line to make sure right prevailed in an environment where it very often didn’t even matter. You and Nikki Wade were real anomalies at Larkhall. Personally, I think you are remarkable.” Stunned speechless by Karen’s words, Yvonne couldn’t respond. In her entire life no one had ever paid her such a tribute. She was embarrassed to admit how much her friend’s words touched her. Finally, breaking the silence she returned to the original topic of conversation. “Vicky was remarkable.” After witnessing the myriad of emotions passing through her friend’s eyes, Karen allowed the change of topic. Playing along she wiggled her eyebrows: “Do tell.” “My head had never gone there for myself before her. I had never been attracted to another woman, not that I was consciously aware of anyway. But I do have to say those few weeks were a wonderful experience. It was so different than being with a man. Even though it was just a fling, it still felt more intimate somehow. I had no idea how enjoyable it could be to give someone else pleasure.” “I’m glad for you. You needed something at that point.” “Yeah. Realizing I was doing hard time for a man who had used me, and made a fool out of me, really knocked the wind out of my sails.” “Well, now you can put all of that in the past.” Karen lifted her glass and gestured for Yvonne to do the same, “To being a free woman. Congratulations.” They clinked glasses and Karen asked: “So what’s your plan from here? Have you decided how you’re going to work your piece of the investigation?” Yvonne swallowed the sip of wine she had taken after the toast and replied: I have a general idea of how I’m going to start and if that’s successful I’ll just follow where the pieces and people lead me.” “Will you need help from me?” “Off the bat I don’t think so, but depending where things lead I might. I don’t want to bring anyone in on this who already doesn’t know I’m out and I’m a little wary of being seen with the cops even if I’m wearing a disguise. I could possibly explain away the disguise as having escaped from prison, but explaining a copper, not so easy.” “Good point. Well as I told you earlier in the week, my schedule will be flexible for the foreseeable future due to the ‘task force’ I am on.” “That’s good to know. You should also use the opportunity to take some unofficial time off. You’ve been under a lot of stress lately,” said Yvonne firmly. “I have, but I also need to make sure that things at Larkhall stay under control until we find the drug source.” “Karen, an extra hour or two a day a few times a week shouldn’t compromise that. Be good to yourself for a change.” “Ok, I’ll think about it.” ****** TBC |
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| Carissa | Jul 29 2012, 07:44 PM Post #26 |
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When I cut and pasted I missed the paragraph where I thanked my wonderful Beta Julie. She has improved my writing as a whole and her corrections have made this story so much more readable. |
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| getter | Jul 30 2012, 11:46 AM Post #27 |
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| Carissa | Aug 8 2012, 03:02 PM Post #28 |
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Thanks for the feedback everyone. The comments are really appreciated. I want to once again thank my great beta Julie. She is a gifted editor. And I want to place a reminder that I do not own the majority of these characters; I just let them out to play every now and then. CHAPTER 16 Yvonne’s first week outside the walls of Larkhall was uneventful. She and Karen had fallen into a routine around the house that was comfortable for them both and Yvonne had spent most of the week scoping out the areas she thought would be the most productive generating information for the investigation. Some of the neighborhoods where Charlie’s group had been most active had undergone a significant transformation, and she doubted those areas would yield many leads now. Instinct told her that activity had just relocated and not evaporated, so she and Karen found themselves meeting with Detective Plackett over coffee at Karen’s on Saturday to literally map out the following week’s plan. With two copies of a tourist map of the city that Yvonne had picked up in her travels, the three of them discussed the areas Yvonne had covered during the week and what her impressions of each were. She had circled areas she had investigated and put X marks through the ones she felt had little potential to provide her information. On the second map she circled only the areas she felt did have potential and planned to use that document as she moved forward. “Zandra, things have changed since I was banged up. I was involved long enough to know that the activity doesn’t disappear when a neighborhood changes—it usually relocates.” Gesturing to the papers Yvonne continued, “Given that you didn’t warn me of any current turf wars out there, my guess is that there are not enough circles on this second map.” Zandra was surprised at the accuracy of Yvonne’s assessment of the city in just one week. “Wow Yvonne you’re really good. I wasn’t even aware of the Mayberry neighborhood being an issue.” Yvonne smiled and replied cockily: “I’m sure my bank account would be much smaller if you were.” Karen rolled her eyes: “I love a person who takes pride in their work.” “Karen, if you’re going to do something, you should do it right,” replied Yvonne with a wink. “Even it was wrong?” “Well there was that detail,” conceded Yvonne, smiling. “But now I’ve found God.” Karen burst out laughing. “Ok Crystal.” Both women laughed as the detective watched, realizing she’d missed an inside joke. ***** The women spent the next hour going over the maps and the current attributes of each of the neighborhoods Yvonne had circled, as well as a few new ones that the detective had circled. As Zandra made her last additional circle on the map she detailed the characteristics of the final neighborhood. “This area hasn’t been a high crime area for years. Its transformation has resulted in higher end residents and some nice restaurants and nightclubs. Unfortunately, it’s also an area where we are recently finding a lot of drug activity.” “So we know where some of the problem folks have moved to—or there’s a whole new player in town filling in some of the vacuum left by Charlie’s crew breaking up,” Yvonne observed. “That’s what we think, but we haven’t even been able to determine which it is. What we do know is that the heroin found in syringes in this area match the strain found at Larkhall,” replied the detective. “I think I should spend some time in that neighborhood this week then. I’m sure the generous expense account you are going to provide me will allow me to sample some of those nice dining and entertainment establishments,” said Yvonne, cheekily. Laughing Zandra replied: “Yes, I’ll get you the cash you need.” “I may need enough for two if we are able to find Ms Betts a disguise. She does enjoy a good meal and might recognize someone from the prison side of things that could give us the link and the break that we are looking for.” “Yvonne that’s actually a great idea,” said Karen. “I didn’t think of using a disguise. That is the ONLY way we could be seen together in public—even with you in disguise it wouldn’t be safe enough. But if both of us had good undercover identities it would allow us to double our effort.” Zandra nodded as she absorbed the point. I like the concept, let me just run it by Pete and if he approves, we will need someone from Scotland Yard to work with Karen on a disguise. I have been working with them for backup on this case because we don’t know if there are any local police involved. Internally, this is a quiet investigation where only Pete and I are in on the details.” “Don’t you have any informants on the street helping you?” the former inmate queried. Answering the pertinent question, the detective continued, “At the beginning of the investigation I worked all my usual sources and nothing came up. I left each of them with the promise that I would be willing to pay £200 pounds for good information. I haven’t heard from any of them. I also spoke with the business owners in that particular area and most of them didn’t want to get involved—despite what could happen to the neighborhood and their enterprises if the problem grows. Out of 32 business owners approached, only one has agreed to help us.” “I’ll bet it ain’t Nikki Wade,” was Yvonne’s sarcastic reply. The detective’s face suddenly turned ashen, and both Karen and Yvonne spotted the tell immediately. Yvonne was the first to react. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding! Nikki Wade, who did hard time because one of YOUR people tried to rape her girlfriend, is working with you? What the hell has happened to Nikki since she got out?” Rubbing her eyes the detective regained some of her composure. She paused before she spoke, “This cannot leave this room. Do you both understand the danger this could put Nikki and her partner in?” “I’d never do anything to hurt Nik. But I don’t understand how she ended up involved with this. I thought she had more sense.” Defending her informant, “She does have a great deal of sense, and she and Trisha entered into our arrangement very prudently. Or at least they thought they did until the trusted the wrong police detective.” Karen interrupted, “Zandra, they’re fine. It won’t leave this room I personally promise, and you just heard Yvonne. She and Nikki were friends, Yvonne protects her friends. I’ve seen her in action. There’s no problem here.” “Thank you both, I was just so taken aback by Yvonne’s remark.” Explained Zandra. Smiling Yvonne tried to ease the detective’s discomfort: “Caught flat footed were you?” The all laughed and Karen continued, “Zandra, you also need to get more sleep. It seems like every time I see you the exhaustion in your expression is worse. You know in your line of work, like mine, that could get you seriously hurt or killed.” Zandra nodded somberly: “Advice taken. I’ve planned to take tomorrow off to sleep.” "Good," Karen responded with relief in her voice. “So how did you manage to enlist my cop-hating friend into civic duty?” asked the ex-con. “Well, I wouldn’t say that she hates ALL cops. There’s actually one she’s rather fond of. We used this woman to approach her and Ms Harris about assisting us. It seems they’ve noticed an upswing in drug use at their club and are very concerned about it. I think what Ms Wade witnessed at Larkhall really hardened her views on the matter.” “So Nikki’s got herself a bird. Good for her. She deserves to be happy. But a cop?” “Yea, it is a strange turn of events given her history. But my understanding is that they knew each other before Helen joined Scotland Yard.” For the second time in minutes, Yvonne was astounded. “Nikki and Helen Stewart finally hooked up? When Nikki left Larkhall they weren’t even on speaking terms. I guess that speech on the courthouse steps didn’t fall on deaf ears. Good for them.” It was Karen’s turn to be astounded. “You knew about Nikki and Helen?” “Wait a minute Betts, you don’t sound surprised either.” “I’m not. I bumped into the two of them in a coffee shop a while back. I swear they both shit a brick when they realized I’d seen them.” “Why didn’t you say something to me? You knew Nik and I were mates.” “Yvonne I’m sorry. I thought about telling you, but I figured it was their business and that if Nikki wanted you to know, she would have already told you. If she hadn’t, I didn’t feel it was my place. They also begged me to keep it quiet.” Yvonne nodded, understanding: “I get it. You were just trying to protect them.” “Something like that,” responded the Wing Governor. “Well I think that we should use some of Detective Plackett’s money to hit up Chix once you get a disguise,” commented Yvonne. If you are both going to make contact with Nikki Wade I would suggest you initially do it during non-business hours so that a public reunion doesn’t draw unwanted attention.” “Good point.” Turning to her friend, “Karen, I know I’m asking a lot, but would it be ok if I invited Nikki over here for a visit?” “That would be fine. In fact why don’t you ask her to bring Helen? Since Nikki's a club owner she’s probably working tonight. Why don’t you invite them for a late brunch tomorrow?” “Detective could you give me her home number? I think it would be best to reach her that way.” asked Yvonne. “How about I call her myself, explain the situation, and ask her to give you a call here at Karen’s? I owe her an apology for blowing her cover. Would that work for you both?” Karen and Yvonne nodded in agreement. TBC ***** |
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| nzbubbly | Aug 24 2012, 03:33 AM Post #29 |
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Great story so far, hope to see an update soon
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| Carissa | Sep 2 2012, 12:10 AM Post #30 |
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NZ, there's an update on the way. Thanks for the note ![]() |
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I'd love to see more!

I am totally addicted to it.
for the next installment, then.

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