A Jewel Whodunnit...
BLAST FROM THE PAST
PART ONE: CURTAIN
Chapter Seven: Stefana's
"Wow, you came."
Stefana turned, meeting the gaze of the speaker with a slightly aloof smile.
He was young and of average build, with sandy hair and grey-blue eyes. She
could tell in an instant that he wasn't her usual type, but this was, she
reminded herself, more than a pleasure mission. This was her key to stabbing
Jewel in the back.
"I always keep my engagements." She said now, fixing him with a searching
look. "Jake, that's right, isn't it?"
"Yes. Jake Barren." Jake nodded his head. "Wow. I can't believe I'm really
standing this close to Stefana Ranieri..." He blushed. "I'm sorry. I guess
you don't need me acting like a crazed groupie, huh?"
Inwardly Stefana did not mind at all being worshipped and grovelled before,
but she shrugged, laughing.
"I was interested." She said slowly, as they made their way along the pavement
in the direction of the park. "How did you manage to get my address, anyway?
All my fanmail goes through Rory Llewelyn at Rebel Records."
"Oh, I...found a way." Jake said vaguely. "It's not so hard when you know,
well, the right people." He smiled. "I have a friend who, well, works in
the business, and he helped me. You...aren't mad, are you? I mean, I would
never stalk you, it's just that I wanted to make sure you got my letter."
"I'm not mad. Initiative is a good characteristic." Stefana smiled, adjusting
her soft muslin gloves absently as she did so. The gloves had been a present
from another adoring fan, but she had felt that, for the first time, they
would be put to better use than just looking pretty. After all, she did
not want her prints to be traced.
. "I must say, though, that you're the first fan who's gone to such lengths
just to meet little me. I feel quite special."
"Well, you are." Jake told her with a shrug.
"It's ironic that you work at Misfit Music."
"I know. I needed the money." Jake admitted. "I've only worked there a
month or two. Saw an advert in the local paper, you know the spiel. It's
menial work mostly. Cleaning, fixing, getting tea." He frowned. "Not much
to boast about but it pays the bills."
"Well, we all need something to do that." Stefana said, with some feeling.
"Even in my line of work I wouldn't call myself rich...it takes a long time
to work up the amount of money Rory Llewelyn or even Phyllis Gabor have
to play around with."
"Miss Gabor is a loud mouthed old crone." Jake said ruefully. "She's not
a businesswoman, she just has a lot of money. The whole place would fall
to pieces if it wasn't for Ms Pelligrini, but she's sharp tongued and sour
as they come...they're a horrible old pair of witches really."
Stefana hid a smile.
"I have a fairly amicable relationship with my employer." She said airily,
mindful of the fact that it was never good to air her private opinions of
Rory in public, and especially not to a fan. "So I suppose I'm lucky."
"Well, all I can say is that I wish it had been Rebel Records which had
had the job opening." Jake cast her a smile. "It would've been cool to work
in the same building as you guys. Diablo's music is so incredible, and you
play a mean guitar, you know. Jewel are just..." He made a dismissive gesture.
"I dunno what the world sees in them. It's girly rock, but it has no substance
or meaning. Not like the stuff you guys write."
"I'm flattered you think so." Stefana said smoothly. "But you know, there
really is very little animosity between Jewel and us, even though we're
on seperate labels. I think because we're so different, it's helped us to
accept each other. In fact," She continued, as splinters of an idea began
to form in her mind, "We've been discussing the idea of some kind of collaboration.
It's just settling the legal technicalities." She smiled. "Which reminds
me, I have some music I really need to drop off at Misfit Music. I don't
s'pose you have a car...?"
"For you, anything." Jake grinned at her. "It's this way."
"Great." Stefana bestowed him with a dazzling smile for his help. "You're
a star, you know that?"
"You know, you're so nice." Jake observed as he opened the passenger side
of the car for his companion, then slipped into the driver's seat, revving
the engine. "My friend said he thought you'd be all arrogance and ego, but
you're really not. I can see why they call you Diablo's little piece of
hell, though - you have this really dramatic look, it's not good girl at
"Who says I'm not a good girl?" Stefana purred, raising an eyebrow. Jake
"Well, what I mean is you're not one of those too good to be true angel
types." He amended. "I can't stick them. A girl's gotta have some substance."
"Why, thank you." Stefana winked. "I take it as a compliment, then."
"It was meant as one." Jake nodded.
For a moment or two they drove in silence, Stefana gazing out of the window
at the passing scenery as she formulated her plan. She had been inside Misfit
Music only a few times before, usually to find some excuse to talk to Aaron,
but she had remembered enough of the layout to be able to find the main
music studio, where all of Jewel's equipment was kept.
"I'm not alone, so I can't do much." She mused. "Flunkie boy here will
get suss if I take too long, and I can't exactly steal anything big. But
unless I miss my guess, that freak sister of Aaron's keeps her manuscript
books here...and I know that there's a dumpster below because of Phyllis
Gabor's frequent tantrums and fondness for tossing things out of the window
on a whim. If I can distract him for a moment or two with some business or
other, maybe I could get rid of a few choice articles that way, and come
back and remove them from the dumpster later, if I can be bothered. Yeah,
that's what I'll do. I want to make the least amount of mess, but cause the
most possible amount of chaos that I can, so that will work just fine."
She smiled, not noticing the glint in her companion's eye. He too appeared
deep in thought, but by the time they had arrived at Misfit Music the glint
was gone and he was all charm and friendliness once more, holding the car
door for her and leading the way inside.
"It's kinda late." He observed. "So most people aren't working. I think
the old crones have gone home, and it's just Nigel the guard and a few late
working execs." He flashed his security pass at the guard, who grunted without
looking up from his newspaper, and grinned. "You didn't want to give it to
someone specifically, did you?"
"No. I'll leave it on the table in the studio, if it's unlocked." Stefana
lied easily. "Or if not, in one of the offices. I just said I'd bring it
down today and I almost forgot about it." She laughed sheepishly. "Maybe
I was excited about meeting you and it slipped my mind."
Jake laughed too at this.
"You're too sweet to me." He observed. "You know where you're going, by
"Of course. I'm here all the time." Stefana nodded. "Arent...you coming
"I'll meet you up there." Jake told her. "I just remembered I left a storecupboard
on second unlocked and I'll get it in the neck from Miss Gabor tomorrow
if I don't go lock it. It has computer stuff in, I think she worries about
someone stealing it." He snorted. "Not like she couldn't buy more, but there
you go. Apparently having lots of money makes you mean."
"Not having a lot of money to spare, I wouldn't know." Stefana said wryly.
It was not far from the truth either, she acknowledged to herself ruefully,
for her drug debts ate away at her wages and sometimes she only just managed
to break even and keep away people's suspicions. Jake grinned at her.
"I love how you're so down to earth." He commented. Stefana shrugged.
"We worked damn hard to get this far, no other way we could be." She said
airily. "Okay, so I'll see you up there? I'm sorry to encroach on our, well,
date like this. It's just..."
"I understand. Work obligations are important." Jake nodded. "And yes,
I'll be right up as soon as I've locked up. Thanks for understanding."
"No problem." Stefana grinned. Then she was gone across the lobby to the
lift, leaving him to his own devices.
"It's not much time to work with." She mused. "But it'll do. I've enough."
She jabbed at the buttons, willing the lift to go faster. Finally it stopped
on the right floor and she got out, hurrying to the studio and checking
the door. Luckily for her it was open, and she slipped inside, turning on
the light and glancing around her.
A look of disdain crossed her face.
"It's ugly in here." She decided. "Fits the band that works here. Honestly,
someone needs to get some taste in decor!"
She hurried over to the filing cabinet, taking her nailfile from her purse
and deftly rendering the lock useless. Pulling the drawer open she rifled
through it, locating what she was looking for almost immediately.
"Nancy: Manuscripts." She read, pulling the folder out and glancing through
them briefly, then laughing. "Well, not any more."
Moving over to the window she flung it open, tossing the file out to the
skip below. "Ooh, that was fun! What else can I get rid of!" She glanced
around her for anything small enough to fit through the gap, spying some
electric cabling and a box of amp leads.
"They can go." She decided. "I feel like I'm spring cleaning! This is so-o-o
much better stress relief than Mari's hot bath and bed policy, I swear!
Ooh, and Nancy's guitar...well, I'm a guitarist, I know how to remove strings."
A sly smile crossed her face. "Not that I'm gonna bother being nice about
Reaching in her purse for more of her pocket sized arsenal, she located
her penknife, slitting the strings at the top and bottom and tossing the remains
out of the window. Then she shoved the precious gold guitar, which Nancy
had had almost since she had begun playing, back onto the shelf with little
or no care whatsoever, dusting her hands together to remove any tell tale
marks from her gloves.
"They need to dust that shelf." She muttered. "Damn stuff shows up on black
She put her hands on her hips, considering. Then, as she did so, the control
board through the studio window caught her eye, and a devilish thought planted
itself in her brain.
"What if they couldn't record." She murmured to herself. "Because the technology
Congratulating herself on such a brilliant mode of attack, she deftly slipped
into the control room, prising up a panel with her penknife and then deftly
slitting a handful of wires, pushing them down out of view so that they
wouldn't be obvious at first glance. Satisifed, she slid her penknife and
her nailfile back into her purse, leaving the control room with a nonchalant
whistle and heading out into the hall to wait for her companion.
He was not long in arriving, and he cast her a grin.
"Okay, I'm done. Did you get your music sorted?" He asked her. Stefana
"Oh yes. I dealt with the music all right." She agreed, offering him an
innocent smile. "Shall we go, then? There's a new restaurant in town and I
think it might be fun."
"I'm in." Jake agreed. "We're outta here!"
BLAST FROM THE PAST: PART ONE
DISCLAIMER: PLEASE NOTE
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Topaz, Aaron, Sophie, Justin, Elliot, Rosita, Luis and any other
characters in this fiction which do not appear in the animated Jem
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Chapter One: The "Anniversary"
Chapter Two: Jewel's Sound
Chapter Three: At Sirena's
Chapter Four: Jewel's Video
Chapter Five: Fanmail
Chapter Six: A Stranger
Chapter Seven: Stefana's
Chapter Eight: The Results
Chapter Nine: A Moment's
Chapter Ten: A Shock For
Chapter Eleven: A Surprise For Jetta
Chapter Twelve: Fire!