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The Devil's Dessert

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Valerie Rikkers does her job as a freelance private investigator well so it's only fitting that she's recruited by an anonymous non-governmental organisation to bring down one of the biggest drug lords the country's ever seen, Caspian le Roux, otherwise known as The French Devil.

It seems easy at first until Valerie discovers a whole new world that she didn't know existed. The man she's undercover spying on has more to hide than she thought he ever would.

Things get complicated when she starts seeing the man being the mask.

Valerie finds herself falling for the man she's supposed to put behind bars...

When you're fighting on opposing sides, you should not get into one bed.

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1. 48 Hours
I smirked, clearly this man was taken aback by my revelation but honestly, I wasn’t the bad guy here. "Look, Mr Fitzgerald, I didn’t create these problems for you, you did that all on your own. The only thing I’m here to do is make sure that you don’t get to cover your problems in an effort to cheat your wife out of her divorce settlement." I explained. He glared at me from behind his mahogany desk, slightly shining from side to side in his leather chair. "What do you want?" He growled.  I stood up from the chair I was seated in. My hand reached into my purse, pulling out a black pen. After sauntering over to his desk I put the pen on the table, leaning in so that he could hear me speak softly. "Sign the offer she agreed on or she’ll push up the price or worse, she’ll have fun deciding which of your dirty laundry she’d like to air first." I explained, a smirk resting on my face.  "You b***h. You’ll pay for this." He rose to his feet, looking like he was ready to attack me or something. "Ah, ah, ah; I wouldn’t do that if I was you. You never know who might be watching." I tilted my head in the direction of an owl clock that hung on his wall. A clock that I had planted a camera in weeks ago. He fell back into his seat, defeated.  "You’ve 3 hours, Fitzgerald. If you don’t want to see me again I suggest that you sign those papers and get your pretty little PA to have those sitting on your lawyer’s desk before I get bored and come looking for more dirty laundry to share with your wife." "You won’t get anything." He sneered. I smiled. "You’re right, I won’t. I already got everything." I chuckled.  I spun on my heel, leaving his office. As I left I slammed his door shut, causing everyone in close proximity to his office to turn and look at me.  I took that opportunity to pull own my skirt, adjust my bra and wipe the corners of my mouth to fix my lipstick. I knew exactly what it looked like to onlookers. It looked like I was leaving Adam Fitzgerald’s office after having s*x with him in there and that’s exactly what I needed it to look like.  . . . . By the time I got back to the apartment, Dianna had already been home for a while because the smell of freshly cooked food wafted into my nose when I walked in. "Dianna?" I called out.  "In the kitchen!" She yelled back. I went into the kitchen after closing locking the door. As I made the turn into the kitchen I saw her standing by the stove in a comfy t-shirt, wine glass in hand. Her dark hair was put up into a bun and her face free of any make-up.  "What ya cooking?" I asked as I put my handbag and car keys on the counter.  "Stir fry." She replied brightly.  "Yum." I said under my breath. "How was your day?" I asked. Dianna Colbyn was my best friend, we’ve been best friends since senior year of high school and now here we were nine years later, still the best of friends. "Ugh, don’t even get me started." She motioned for me to bring her plates and I did. She started dishing up for us while I got myself a glass of wine and filled hers up again.  We went to our little dining room table, plates and glasses in hand. I sat on one side of the table while Dianna sat on the other. She took a sip of her wine before she started eating. I took a bite of the chicken stir fry and took the time to savour my bites. "Work was a mess." She started. "So you know Caspian Le Roux?"  "The drug dude you won’t stop complaining about?" I chuckled. "Yes, him. Today we had a CI that was supposed to meet up with us to give us valuable information on Le Roux but instead we found this CI lying behind a dumpster with his tongue cut out."  I grimaced at the image but Dianna kept talking, not phased by what she just told me. I guess when you work as a cop, sometimes you see so much nasty stuff that you become desensitised.  "We all know Le Roux had something to do with it, we just don’t have evidence… he’s walking around causing havoc, selling drugs, killing people and he just gets away with it because we can’t find solid evidence to bring him down with and everyone that could testify is too scared to testify. The man is basically a plague on this city everyone is too scared to take him down." "Well not everyone." I offered her a smile as an attempt to encourage her. She’d been complaining about Caspian Le Roux for over 19 months and I could tell she was tired. "Not everyone." She smiled. "Some are just brave enough to go against the devil incarnate…" "You’re brave enough." I added. Dianna smiled. "So are you." She countered. "Yes, but I’m not a cop going after The French Devil, I’m just me, going after sleazy people and corrupt players."  "Oh yeah, tell me about the case you were on today. That Fitzgerald dude that was cheating on his wife with his secretary, right?"  "Oh yeah!" Dianna and I sat there at the table, eating, chatting and drinking wine for about an hour. After that I cleaned the dishes while Dianna showered. We both went to bed around the same time. My peaceful sleep was interrupted by my cellphone ringing from my bedside table. I reach for it in the dark and answer without looking at the caller ID.  "Hello?" I grumble, still groggy. "Valerie Rikkers, you have 48 hours to decide. You won’t regret it." An unknown female voice spoke. I sat up in my bed, confused.  "Who is this?" I asked.  The line went dead and I sat in bed, wondering who I just spoke to. I put my lamp on and right next to where my cellphone was on the stand is a paper. I took it and opened it.  17 July 23:00  Jameson Street Come alone I wasn’t impressed with the note and I wasn’t going to go until I realised that someone must have been in my bedroom while I was asleep because the paper was never on my nightstand before I’d gone to bed. I got out of bed, checking if my windows were closed.  They were, except for one, the window that was the furthest from my bed was open just a little. Someone had carved 48 hours into my wooden frames.  Someone had been in my bedroom and I wasn’t happy with that. I’d meet them in 48 hours to see what moron decided to make an enemy out of me.

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