GH Tuesday: Day 03 Scene 14
After dropping Luke off at Cambridge courthouse, she battled her way to Kendall Square and into the office. She stopped at a set of traffic lights, on the corner of which was a Dunkin’ Donuts, a fire engine parked outside, empty except for a dalmation sitting in the driver’s seat. The light turned green and she drove on, the dog seeming to disappear as she passed it. Must be a ghost, she thought with a shiver. It wasn’t every day she saw one, bar those that the city approved.
Megan was wearing yet another sensible shift dress, grey with a black polo neck beneath for warmth, thick grey tights and flat brown knee boots. On Indigo it would have looked dowdy, but on petite Megan, it looked cute. She looked up as Indigo leaned over to place a fresh cup of coffee, milk added, onto her desk.
“Oh thank you,” she said, in the slightly over-emphatic tone of voice she sometimes used with Indigo. “You know you don’t have to keep bringing me coffee. I’m sure it’s my turn by now.”
“It’s all right,” Indigo shrugged, kicking off her snow boots and taking her orange nikes out of her drawer. “If I want coffee, I get it and I bring some for you and Robbie too. You don’t have to drink it, if you’re not thirsty.”
“Oh no, it’s not that. I just don’t want you thinking I’m not pulling my weight.”
Megan was a worrier, someone who could get herself in knots over the slightest of things. Indigo had learned to ignore it.
“It’s fine,” she gave Megan a smile and opened up her laptop. Her pleas on Facebook for people to contact her regarding Delgado’s disappearance had worked and she had a number of emails to go through. She spent her morning either emailing or phoning people back, when she wasn’t reviewing the previous day’s footage she’d acquired through her surveillance of Jackson.
The number of girlfriends to male friends was a ratio of about 12 to 2. At first she didn’t think he could have gone out with all of them, but it turned out he could. One hell of a ladies’ man. Most of the girls were upset to hear that he was missing, but claimed to know nothing about where he might be.
“I didn’t date him for that long,” one of them told her on the phone. “He was a bad boy, you know? Kind of attractive, especially to the college kids, but I’ve seen that sort of thing before. You think you’re going to be the one to tame them, that you’re Bella and he’s Edward, but he’s not interested in anything permanent. As soon as I realised that he was always going to be checking out the room, seeing whether there were any other girls there prettier than me, I bailed out on him.”
“Good riddance to him,” kitty789 had posted on Facebook. “Serve him right if something happened to him.”
Indigo had no way of contacting people privately, if they hadn’t emailed her, so she left a message on Kitty’s wall: everyone’s saying nice things about Delgado. Seems you can give me the bigger picture, can we talk?
In between phone calls, she wandered the office a little, stretching out the boredom of her day, chatting to any of her colleagues who were also in need of a break. She made more coffee, and this time Megan didn’t protest. Niall appeared at about eleven.
“Anything on the Jackson case?” he asked her.
She sighed. “Not so far. Just what my personal surveillance of him last week was showing - he goes from the office to the gym to his home. Why does his wife think he’s cheating on her?”
“Might be wishful thinking,” he shrugged. “I think she wants out of the marriage and the pre-nup is invalid if he cheats.”
“Then he’s going to be really careful not to get caught.”
“If we don’t get anything on him soon, I’m not sure she’s going to continue to use us.”
“I can’t manufacture something out of nothing.”
“Maybe you could go back to personal surveillance, maybe even make contact.”
“A honey trap?” She shrugged. “I’m not good at those, you know that.”
“Are you serious?” Indigo glanced over at Megan, who must have been listening in, because she clearly blushed. “Megan has no field experience.”
“She doesn’t need field experience.”
“I don’t mind,” Megan said, keeping her eyes glued to her computer screen. “I mean, I could just meet him in a bar, didn’t you say he goes somewhere on Friday nights?”
“According to his wife, and last Friday he did. But he was with his friends. He’s not going to pick up a girl in front of them, not if he wants to avoid invalidating that pre-nup.”
“So arrange something more private, perhaps at the gym?” Niall suggested.
Indigo looked Megan over thoughtfully. She was pretty enough, very petite. Not anyone’s idea of a femme fatale.
“You don’t think I’m sexy enough,” Megan challenged her.
“I don’t know if you’re his type,” Indigo corrected her. “I don’t know what his type is. And I don’t want to tip his hand.”
“You need to make something happen,” Niall said. “Or we’re going to lose the client.”
“I’ll talk to Warren, run it past him.”
“You know I’m Warren’s boss, don’t you?” Niall seemed amused. His tie today was silver-grey, his shirt a pale blue.
“Yes, I also know he’s the ex-cop and you’re the hacker,” Indigo answered bluntly. “I’m going to run this past him.”
“All right, but don’t lose that business,” Niall walked away.
“I can’t believe you talk to him like that,” Megan said once he was out of earshot.
“Why not?” Indigo was closing down her laptop. “He’s sharp on the business front, I’ll give him that, but Warren’s the real expert about this shit. And my actual, immediate boss.”
“Besides, he won’t fire you,” said Ben, one of the field investigators at an adjacent desk. “You’re his favorite.”
Indigo ignored the sting in his tone of voice. She knew there were those who thought she was only here because she was the one and only field investigator who could convincingly pass as ‘street’ or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. Others figured she was sleeping with Niall, the way she sassed him. But hell, the reason why she’d nearly been killed on her very first job for the guy had been his over-confidence. He’d hired Warren shortly after, realizing his limitations.
She got up and wandered over to Warren’s office. He was on the phone and she sat awhile, waiting for him to finish. He had no window, but one wall was glass, letting her look back out at the open plan area and the tall windows beyond. From Niall’s office, you got a glimpse of the river, but here all she could see were the tall office blocks across the road.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Niall wants me to set up a honey trap for Jackson. Wants me to use Megan.”
“Megan?” Warren looked out from his office to the open plan area. “He know something I don’t?”
“I think he’s just worried we’re going to lose Mrs Jackson’s business. Wants this wrapped up quickly.”
“The surveillance is picking up nothing, huh?”
“He’s clean, far as I can tell.”
“How’s it going with Delgado?”
“I’ve spent about the morning on it. So far, everyone I’ve spoken to doesn’t know anything. I’m thinking of heading out to the Blue Room, speaking to his colleagues.”
“That’s a good idea. What’s your timesheet say, how much have you spent on it so far?”
“With yesterday’s work? About eight hours.”
“So you’ve only another eight.”
“Okay, but use them wisely. Toomey’ll use us again if we can get results.”
“You sound like Niall,” Megan got to her feet. “I can’t provide results out of my ass, you know?”
“What do you want me to do about Niall’s suggestion regarding Megan?”
“What do you think of it?”
“I think it’s a crap idea. I mean, sure, use a honey trap, but someone with an ounce of sex appeal, for fuck’s sake. Megan looks like Zooey bloody Deschanel. Only more uptight. Anyway, she has no field experience and she hasn’t the temperament. She’d blow it.”
“I’m inclined to agree with you. Got anyone in mind?”
“For the honey trap?” Indigo thought briefly of Kate who, though as short as Megan, was sexy as hell. But she was a school teacher, just as ill-suited, in her own way. “Nope.”
“I take it you don’t want to do it?”
“He might twig, remember me from when I was posing as the office temp.”
“That how you got the cameras in there?”
“Yup. Besides, I’m shit at flirting when I’m not actually attracted to someone.”
“I have a few contacts. I’ll make a few calls,” Warren said.
“Thanks.” Indigo left, making a note to herself to start accumulating the kind of contacts that she could call in a situation like this. But there was no way she was going to start volunteering for the work itself. It was hard enough to be taken seriously, without acting the part of the femme fatale and having all the boys looking at her tits instead of her eyes.
© Essie Gilbey, 2014