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  They are watching the main building. Waiting for Raju Patel and the man from Brinkman Cars to arrive; if they are having a meeting tonight as they suspect; the night before the case. They waited until ten-thirty the day before and saw nothing. Today, surely, it is more likely someone will be coming here tonight?

  Lisa and Sue wait. Lisa catches Sue's glance, and they both smile. Both of them are involved in this; excited and a little apprehensive; but looking forward to springing into action at any moment.

  In the trunk of the car and on the back seats is a strange array of things; some Sue had at home in the garage, and some they fetched after work from Lisa's friend across town.

  Now, they sit and watch the building opposite. They have been there since around eight-thirty.

  Sue's hand is on Lisa's knee. Lisa leans towards Sue; her head resting against hers. Their fingers curl together. They wait, in easy peacefulness; still charged and ready just below the surface of their pleasant calm.

  Half an hour later, almost at ten o' clock.

  “There?” Lisa points, asking a question.

  “There.” Sue confirms. “I can see it too.”

  Headlights. Coming slowly over the ridge along the higher road, towards the disused building.

  They are tense, coiled inside with the need for action. Palms slick with excitement and nerves.

  They wait. The car stops. In the distance, they hear the dull thud of a door closed.

  They wait longer.

  About fifteen minutes later, another car draws up; headlights wavering as it negotiates the rocky road across the ridge.

  Lisa and Sue watch as it stops. Hear the slam of a door. Silence. In the almost-complete dark, they can just about make out a figure crossing the darker shade of the grass and entering the building. Light flows out in a brief pool on the grass, then the door closes. Silence.

  Lisa and Sue wait ten minutes.

  “Now?” Lisa asks it; a breath in the blanketing darkness.

  “Now.” Sue agrees.

  They open the doors; slide out. Shut them as silently as they can. Wait for the count of ten before they open the back door and the trunk; take out what they need. Close the doors again. Wait.

  Ten seconds later, and they can move again. Slowly, so as not to stand out in the dark stillness of the unoccupied land, they walk up the hill behind the building.

  Ten minutes later, and they are on the hilltop, behind the building. They wait; grin at each other, a brief flash of bright, white teeth. Then they are still. Lisa signals to Sue to go round the front of the building. Sue nods.

  Together, carrying the equipment that they have, Sue and Lisa move round to the front of the building; keeping to the shadows. The windows are large, and there is a light inside; a powerful torch of some sort. They would be silhouetted against the light if they moved in front of any of the windows. They keep to the shadow and try to bend down to pass the lower level of the wall without window.

  Lisa tilts her head to the door. Sue nods. As yet, they have seen no guards posted anywhere. They can't risk someone seeing them and raising the alarm. They have to be quick.

  Lisa slips around to the other side of the door, which is closed against letting the light show too much. Sue steps forward, so that she is on the other side of the door. They wait. Look at each other. Draw a breath. Looking into each other's eyes, and smiling, breathlessly, they count to three. Then, “Now!”

  Lisa and Sue kick at the door; ready to pound it with the heavy objects they are carrying if they need to. Fortunately, it is not locked, and swings open easily.

  Inside, two men spring to their feet. One is Raju Patel; the other an older, paler man they do not recognize. Raju Patel's hand goes to his hip pocket. This is what Lisa and Sue did not know; whether or not either man would be armed. Fortunately, they planned for that,

  “Now!” The word comes from both of them, torn raggedly from their throats together,

  Lisa lifts the cannister she carries; takes the pin out. Inside the room, the men cry out. Lift their hands to cover their eyes; cough and choke and sneeze and sniff and stumble. Tear gas.

  Sue lifts the taller bundle she carries; holds it high; flicks a switch. Bright, clear florescent light floods the scene. An outdoor light for parties, held somewhere in the further reaches of Sue's garden, or the park; out of the range of lights.

  The men are stumbling, choking, gasping. The light shows them clearly; the gas barely obscuring the two struggling forms.

  Lisa lifts her camera as Sue angles the light. Takes clear pictures of the two of them together. Ones where you can see them clearly in the empty building; ones where you can clearly see each face.

  “Got them?” Sue.

  “Got them.” Lisa nods. “Right.”

  “Right.”

  Then, just as the men inside the building start to straighten up, recovering, they run.

  A shot rings out behind them as they sprint down the hill, breathless. Lisa slips the camera into her pocket. Sue pulls out the car-keys, unlocks the doors.

  They slide into the seats, start the engine. Then they are away; and just in time. Behind them, they can hear shots being fired; see the brief flare of them on the hilltop, as the men rush out and down the hill.

  Lisa and Sue turn to each other, breathless. They smile; the warmth tangible between them; the elation brightening the air between them.

  Chapter 11

  Outside the window of Sue's house, the sun is setting. The sky is oranges and yellows and white and pale, pale mauve.

  Lisa and Sue are sitting in the warm, brightly lit kitchen, bowls of Thai noodles and fish steaming on the main table, scenting the air with ginger, coconut and spice.

  The scent of ginger winds through the air, mingling with the fresh evening breeze and the sound of voices; warm and bright in the warmly-scented air.

  “...And he was horrified. Their lawyer, I mean...” Lisa's voice, animated.

  “...well; there's nothing he could do about that, is there?” Sue's voice. Warm and lively.

  “No! No, there isn't.” Lisa smiles. “Cheers?”

  “Cheers.”

  They clink glasses. They are celebrating the court case of Patel and Brinkman; which has ended with a rather spectacular and unexpected turn of both involved parties being prosecuted for their involvement in the murder of Mrs. Patel. The rest of the courtroom was speechless. They were all surprised.

  Lisa and Sue, of course, were unsurprised. They are both relieved to know the men will likely get a lengthy sentence – Raju Patel, that is, and Ron Langdon – the senior board member of Brinkman Cars directly implicated in the case.

  Lisa and Sue smile at each other; drink champagne. The pale liquid glows against the background of the sunlit air; adding to the warmth of the room.

  “So, Ms Montmorency?” Lisa smiles, eyebrows raised.

  “So, Ms Marsden.” Sue grins, her voice warm; rolling with mischief, humor and excitement.

  “Mmm.” Lisa smiles at her. They kiss.

  Lisa's arms are around Sue's shoulders. Sue's arms wrap around Lisa's chest.

  After a long while, they lean back out of the embrace; stand and go upstairs.

  The room is a tapestry of orange, cream and pools of shadow as the light changes outside and Sue and Lisa undress. Their bodies slide over each other on the bed; Lisa over Sue, limbs wrapped round each other as they writhe together in a sheer ecstasy of closeness. They are blind to everything but the softness of skin in the dusk light; the gentle curve of a hip or shoulder; the warmth in each other's eyes.

  Their hands caress each other; gently and then with more direction. Their lips find each other, and cling and part and pause and meet again. Lisa slides her fingers slowly between Sue's thighs, and they move together, lost in the aching, sweet rhythm of unbounded joy and love.

  Hours later, when they are lying in each other's arms; Lisa's hand on Sue's stomach; Sue's resting on her hip and the fingers of the other hand wound in her hair;
they talk, drowsily.

  “Ms Montmorency?”

  “Yes?” Sue's voice is warm; glowing.

  “Ms Montmorency; would you consider changing to Ms Montmorency-Marsden?”

  “What?” Sue's voice rises an octave; joy and surprise mixed. “Lisa?”

  “Well?” Lisa's voice is warm; teasing. “I am a lawyer, you know, Ms Montmorency.” She adds. “I need things to be legal.”

  They laugh. They embrace. When they roll away, both of their cheeks are traced with tears, wet; slivered tracks that shine. They are both laughing.

  “Besides,” Lisa is continuing. “I rather think I love you.”

  “Oh, Lisa!” Sue's voice cracks. She half sits; looks into Lisa's eyes. “I love you.”

  Outside, the day cools to evening and the night falls, softly. The land settles to sleep and the stars rise; their slow setting marking hours unremarked-on by the lovers down below, lost in each other's gaze.

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  Sylvie Nathan was born in Toronto, Canada. Sylvie lives in Seaforth, Ontario with her wife, their child and two cats (George and Darya). Sylvie is an author of lesbian romance and Thrillers. In her free time, she likes to meditate, read, draw and go on jeep trips with her family.

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  Disguise by Will

  Chained Soul (Book 1)

  Windows To The Soul (Chained Soul Book 2)

  Awakening of The Soul (Chained Soul Book 3)

  Grow a Pair of Wings

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