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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Most of the time DI Jo Harper loved her job, adored it in fact, most of the time. But since she and her officers had started their surveillance of Vasey and his cronies she had become decidedly bored and irritated by it. Nothing of any significance was happening, there were general comings and goings of various staff but there was never anything untoward and even when they followed Matthews it seemed that even he was above redemption.

John quickly got back into the car passing Jo her ordered cappuccino, “anything going on, at all?”

Jo shook her head, “nothing. How can it be that these guys are such big players if no-one is going in or coming out of that place?”

“Perhaps it’s just a cover?”

“But if it was, John, surely there would be some movements. Even if the goods were somewhere else then wouldn’t they take us to them?”

“Unless they have others working for them at other places.”

“And the only way we’re going to find that out is by getting into there,” she pointed at the building in front of them. “I don’t know about you John, but I vote we tell the DCI we’ve got to go undercover. What do you think?”

“Beats sitting in a cold car whilst my arthritis is playing me up, I agree. Come on then lass, let’s get home shall we?”

“Ok, John. I’ll drop you off,” she switched on the car and drove off dropping John at his house before proceeding to her own home. She quickly showered, dried her hair, applied make up and dressed to impress – well as best as she could under the circumstances, although she had learned a thing or two from her friend, Marian. She looked at her reflection, mentally ticking all the imaginary boxes in her head. Satisfied, she got back in the car and drove back to the casino.

Within minutes she was within the club and found her way to the bar, asking for a sparkling mineral water and asking the barman’s opinion on which game she should try her hand at. She wound around the tables eyeing the players and more importantly their chips as she decided to try her luck at the roulette wheel. “Colour please.” She asked the croupier as she placed a £20 note on the table. Soon she had lilac chips in her hands and was placing them miserly onto the numbers, she wanted her stack to last a little while, at least until she had some information. She was lucky, a couple of turns of the wheel and her stack had doubled, she lent over the table, being a little more adventurous with her chips, watching other players and following their lead. A fellow player commented on her growing riches, she shrugged her shoulders uttering ‘beginner’s luck’ to those that would listen. Finally she plucked up her courage and sidled over close to the croupier. “Do you know if there are any jobs going?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know. Please, I’m not allowed to talk to the customers. And you shouldn’t talk to me either.” He stated his voice nervous.

“Why not?” She asked, keeping her attention on the placing of her chips.

“They may think that you and I are together.”

“They? Together?” She asked.

“Yes, we’re watched. That we might be working together … to defraud the casino.”

“Oh,” she stood up abruptly, looking around her to see if there were any camera’s close at hand. If there were she couldn’t spot them but she suddenly felt increasingly vulnerable. She picked up her chips as best she could, dropping a few as she made her way over to the cashier's desk. She let them tumble onto the counter and pushed them over toward the cashier. Slowly she bent down to retrieve a couple that had rolled onto the floor behind her, stopping as a hand reached down to hers and covered it.

“Are you here on your own?” A strong male voice whispered into her hair.

Jo brought her head up to take in the sight of a pair of sea blue eyes watching her intently. She pulled back from him in shock, “you!” She exclaimed.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling and the laughter lines endearingly crinkling at the side of his face. An eyebrow hooked up in wonder at her remark, “yes, me!”

.oOo.

Guy ushered Jo over to a nearby table, his left hand placed lightly at the small of her back as his right hand went up to signal for a waitress. He pulled out a chair for her, which she gladly took whilst attempting to put her winnings into her purse and failing miserably. He waited for her to become comfortable before taking a seat next to her. "So, that pub you were in the other night, do you go there often."

"Quite often, why?" She asked nervously.

"Because when I went back there last Saturday, they knew nothing about you, or they certainly didn't want to impart any information to me about you." Realising that a waitress was now awaiting an order he added, "would you like a drink?"

"Uhm, orange juice please."

"Orange juice? Not celebrating then? After your win?"

"I won a total of £16.50, hardly enough to celebrate on."

"A wins a win. Two vodkas and coke, Shelly, please."

"Thanks, but I'm driving."

"It's one drink." He exclaimed, sending Shelly back to the bar with his order.

"It's still drinking and driving." She countered. "Besides I have to be up early in the morning."

"What you doing here then? Now?" He asked, looking at his watch, his eyes twinkling along with his mockery of her. "After all, it's 2.35 in the morning, surely way past your normal bedtime."

"Well, I, er ..." Shelly arrived with their drinks and disappeared as quickly again. Jo picked up her glass and took a sip.

"Cheers," Guy offered.

"Mmm, yes, cheers. Thanks"

"My pleasure, now why exactly are you here again? Because I saw you talking to Neil on the CCTV and wondered what you were asking of him. He seemed quite agitated and then you decided to cash in your chips."

"He told me off for talking to him."

"About?"

"What is this, the Spanish Inquisition? Look, it's very kind of you to buy me another drink but that doesn't mean you have the right to keep asking me stupid questions. After all, I don't even know your name. If I have technically done something wrong, then slap me on the wrist and bar me, but don't continue to piss me off." Jo watched him physically back off, slumping his tall frame into the back of the chair he was occupying. "Sorry." She murmured.

"Don't be, I should be the one to apologise, treating you like an idiot and acting like a complete prat. I'm sure you had your reasons for asking him questions; you don't seem the type to have spent any amount of time in a casino before. Probably just asking him about the game."

"Yes, well ... honestly, no. I was actually enquiring about any jobs going."

He laughed as he shook his head, "well I never. Jobs? Really?"

"Yes? Why don't I look like I need one?"

"You didn't last weekend."

"No, I suppose I didn't. To be honest I'm a mature student feeling the pinch a little and I need something that I can fit in around college work. This seemed like a good idea."

"And here I was thinking that you'd come here looking for me." She smiled. "Look, Jo isn't it?" He watched her nod her head, "Jo, there aren't any croupiers jobs at the minute, or waiting staff. We don't need anyone on that level."

"Oh, right." She sounded disappointed.

"However, there may be an opportunity here. I'll have to speak to the boss about it but I think you could give our customers something that is severely lacking at the moment."

"What?" She asked apprehensively.

"Entertainment." He looked over to her; his teasing had evoked the right response. "I don't know what you think I mean but I was thinking about you singing here, on a Friday and Saturday night."

"Oh, but I don't sing professionally. I don't have a band or backing tracks. Nothing."

"We can sort all that out for you, no problem. What do you think?"

Jo was unsure, unsure of what to say, unsure of what John and Rob would say when she'd finally tell them that she had not only got into the casino in the first place but also managed to secure a job. A singing job, no less. But could she do it. "I don't know, I mean I don't know whether people would enjoy listening to me, I don't know whether I could entertain a crowd or not, even."

"Jo," he reached over for her hand, "you managed very well that night I saw you. You entertained plenty of people then."

"I was completely rat-arsed, if you remember?" Her sarcasm dripped from her sentence.

"Not likely to forget." He cooed. "But rat-arsed or not, you sang beautifully. And that's some achievement ... drunk or not."

"I don't know."

"Anyway, we can help you with that too if that's what's worrying you. Plenty of girls employed here that can give you a few pointers if you think you need them. Like I say, I'll have to ask the boss first but I think you'll do well, enjoy it too."

Jo mulled it over, where else was she ever going to get this kind of opportunity, not only to do something she which she enjoyed and never thought about getting paid for before and, at the same time, allow her to get close enough to the staff in order to find out the much needed information that she and her colleagues needed in order to bring this gang down.

"Jo?" She heard him ask, "Jo? Earth to Jo?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you back?"

"Yes?"

"Good. Have you decided?"

"Alright, providing your boss likes the idea then I'd love to do it, try it anyway."

"Great, well look here's my card," he handed her a crisp white business card, "ring me later on today, say after 2 pm? I'll let you know, one way or another."

"Ok, thanks. Look I'd better be off, got a lecture at 11.15 tomorrow so I need to get some beauty sleep."

Guy smiled, "you don't need so much of that as you think, you know."

"Sorry?" She asked.

"Beauty sleep, you don't need so much as you think." He reached out, wanting to touch, as he had imagined, the creamy silky skin of her cheek. He pulled his hand back as quick, not wishing to frighten her.

Her breathing had speeded up as she'd noticed his hand reach toward her again. Did this man actually mean what he said? Obviously not, she pondered, as soon as she saw the hand being retracted. She got up from her seat and he followed suit. They walked together in silence to the front door. He held out his hand to her and she gladly took it, shaking it profusely. "Thanks again, for the drink and everything."

"My pleasure, Jo." He watched her as she walked out into the quiet street and over to a beaten up old Ford Escort, continuing to watch and make sure she was ok, as she safely got into the car and moved off before he returned back inside the casino. He decided that the time was right to bite the bullet, to find Vasey and ask his boss about his idea for the entertainment spot, the sooner he could get Jo working in the casino the sooner he could fulfil his desires and get her where he wanted her.

.oOo.

Jo sat within the confines of her DCI's office, reiterating what had happened the night before after she had decided to return to the casino. Neither Hood nor Little were very impressed with her antics and it showed. "So what you're essentially telling me, DI Harper, is that after you dropped DS Little off at his home last night, you decided to go back to the casino to see if you could get yourself into the place and try to get a job there, off your own back?" Jo merely nodded, as DCI Hood continued to bestow his anger upon her.

"Why? Why go back?" John asked his face full of alarm.

"Because I felt that the sooner I got in there, the sooner we'd be able to get the information we need to close them down."

"We should have done it together," John pleaded.

"You should've both waited until you'd spoken to me. Or does being DCI count for nothing around here anymore."

"Sorry, guv." Jo said, meekly.

"Pardon, DI Harper?" Hood asked.

"I'm sorry, alright. I shouldn't have been so bloody stupid as to go in there alone. I should've had back up."

"Yes you should. Who did you speak to?" Hood asked.

"Matthews."

"Oh, this just gets better and better. What did he offer you waitress, cigarette girl, erotic dancer or hooker?"

"He was a complete gentleman," Jo insisted, "he bought me another drink and was very encouraging, actually. He even made sure that I got to my car safely."

"Such a gentleman. He's a drug dealing, gun smuggling, sex selling, womanizing scumbag, Harper."

"I know, guv. But he was also very charming."

"I'm sure he was." Hood calmed slightly. "Any jobs going then?"

"Singer."

"Singer?" Hood shouted, startling a young PC as she strolled past the open office door.

"Singer, yes, he offered me a job as a singer entertaining the customers in the casino restaurant."

"She's very good, guv." John tried to help.

"So I've heard from her friend Marion. And do you think he wants anything more?"

"From me?"

"Yes, from you. After all he did kiss you on your birthday."

"What? No, guv. Why would he? I'm not exactly pin up material, am I?"

"There seem to be a few in here that liked what they saw last weekend."

"Guv, they were drunk and it was my birthday. I was kissed by a lot of men that night. Why would it be different for him?"

"Because it was different for you, Jo." He pointed at her. "You'd have been fawning over him for weeks had you found out the right information about him when you asked in the pub. Probably use the system to find his address had he turned out favourably in your eyes."

"I can't deny that he's not an attractive man, but that's as far as it goes, guv. I am not interested in striking up a relationship with a known criminal."

"Make sure it stays that way."

"Yes, guv."

"Ok, go for it."

"Guv?"

"Ring him and tell him that you accept the singing job, and should you get a new career from this Harper, I want some of your royalties."

.oOo.

Jo plucked the business card from her purse and turned it over in her hands, she felt so nervous it was untrue but she knew even that his velvety tones had the ability to turn her insides to mush she must keep her head and seal the deal. She took her mobile from out of her handbag and dialled the number.

"Hello," his silky voice made goose pimples appear all over her body.

"Mr Matthews?"

"Yes?"

"It's Jo, Jo Harper."

"Jo Harper?" He teased.

"Yes, from this morning. About the singing job? Did you have chance to speak to Mr Vasey?"

"Oh, yes, Jo. Hi. I have spoken to him and he thinks it's a wonderful idea. When would you like to come in to start going over the songs with the band?"

"Band?"

"I did say that a band wouldn't be a problem, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. But I didn't think you'd get it sorted out so quickly."

"No time like the present, eh?"

"I suppose not. How about at 4? Is that ok?"

"Fine. I'll see you then."

"Yes, see you then. Bye."

"Bye, Jo."

Switching off her phone she looked over to her partner, who was sat on the bench next to her. "Well I'm in, John. At 4 this afternoon. Rehearsing with the band he's managed to sort out."

"You ok?" John asked.

"I'm fine. Just a little apprehensive, but I'm sure I'll be ok when I get in there."

"And what about when you see him again?"

"Who?" She asked her mind and stomach doing somersaults at the merest mention of Guy Matthews.

"You know who, Jo."

"If I'm honest, I don't know. There's something about him, John. I just can't explain it but I know one thing's for certain, I have to try and keep away from him." She smiled at John before getting up from the bench. "Best get off; need to get myself looking like I've just got there from college, not that that should be too difficult.

John shook his head as he watched her go to her car, or rather the car that the police had let her borrow to use undercover. "Be careful, Jo."
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