Stories tagged “Diamonds in the Night”

  • Diamonds in the Night: Living on the Edge

    A partial curse, quickly silenced, escaped into the night. Jacqueline tried not to think about the Senator’s daughter, but the image of her clad in a loose fitting cotton robe, hair hanging in newly-showered disarray, kept creeping into her mind ...

  • Diamonds in the Night: Work Now, Explain Later

    Ezra’s voice was a torrent of different concerns. “Damnit, J. What in the holy hell are you up to? Was that an explosion? You’re not cleared for explosives- you’re not even supposed to have them after what happened in Rio.”...

  • Diamonds in the Night: Hard to Handle

    “Barbara!” Jacqueline gasped. “What are you doing here?” “I’m doing what those stupid men upstairs were supposed to do- I’m killing you.” Before the words were out of her mouth, Barbara Keene was already ...

  • Diamonds in the Night: A Diplomatic Edge

    “Our men are everywhere. We own this building. It’s only a matter of time until you are caught.” Barbara flinched as Jacqueline adjusted her hold on the knife. “No wait- don’t!” “I don’t want to hurt you,...

  • Red Roses and Dry Gin: Waiting For a Sign

    Jacqueline slapped her arm, killing the mosquito that had mistaken her for easy prey. There were a lot of things that could be said about Mexico but so far she was unimpressed. Mostly it was hot and dirty. A young senorita swayed by in a long colourful...

  • Dry Gin and Red Roses: Courting Danger

    She tossed back the remnants of the gin and tonic and grimaced. Gin was just too damned dry. She preferred something a little more… fun. Pausing to fan herself, she gathered up the flowers and headed up to her room, leaving her shoulder wrap and ...

  • Red Roses and Dry Gin: Ready for War

    There wasn’t enough time for the shower to be anything but business. That didn’t make it short. If anything, the date lent the shower importance it didn’t usually carry. Her targets had far more to worry about than if she stunk or not...

  • Red Roses and Dry Gin: Power Plays

    The car was late. To pass the time, Jacqueline practiced throwing playing cards across the room. Cards moved so differently than knives. She had once known a girl who had earned the nickname ‘Gambit’ by consistantly hitting targets in the e...