It was late before the Jewel girls returned to the Starlight
Mansion. The weather had held and the party had, by all accounts been a
big success, though more than one of the guests had drunk rather more than
they should have, and it was a giggly, merry bunch of musicians who returned
home at three o'clock in the morning. Only Nancy, who never drank and Cynthia,
for whom alcohol meant little were entirely clear-headed, and they propelled
their companions inside with looks of amused resignation.
"They'll be fun in the morning." Nancy murmured, as they got each girl
to her room. "But I suppose it was a special night - can't begrudge it them."
"No, and it went well, I think." Cynthia agreed. "A good time was had
by all, in fact. Well done, Nancy. I think you and Rosita arranged things
very well indeed."
"I think we did." Despite herself, Nancy looked proud. "Who says I can't
organise a party, huh?"
"G'night, Cynthia. See you in the morning."
"Indeed, Nancy. Good night."
Once the youngest Jewel had retreated into her room, Cynthia headed
slowly down the stairs towards the basement. It had been a long night,
she mused, and after all, computer sensors needed to rest just as much
as human-driven ones.
By the time she rebooted her hologram the following morning, she was
aware of the smell of scrambled eggs coming from the kitchen and, curious,
she made her way up the cold basement steps, pushing open the door and stepping
into the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. Hollie sat in her little chair,
bib tucked into her clothes, whilst Cameron carefully fixed her breakfast.
He turned at the sound of the door opening, casting Cynthia a grin.
"Baby was 'ungry an' Rora's lost to the world." He explained, setting
the small red bowl down in front of his daughter and handing her the matching
plastic spoon. "Here you go, kid - grub's up. She was frettin' an' makin'
a fuss so I figured I'd bring 'er down an' let 'er Ma sleep. You were late
back last night."
"It was a busy party." Cynthia nodded. "And I think Topaz will sleep
for some time yet."
She crossed the kitchen floor, casting Hollie a grin.
"She seems happy enough in your care."
"Well, I want to prove to myself - an' to Rora - that I'm a responsible
father, even though I'm still learnin'." Cameron admitted.
"You had a good night last night, I trust? She was well behaved?"
"More or less." Cameron nodded. "She banged 'er knee on the edge of
that old coffee table, but we soon sorted that out." He looked rueful.
"First aid is somethin' I can
administer! Then she 'ad 'er milk an'
we watched cartoons on the Disney channel till she got sleepy."
He paused, then,
"I liked 'avin' 'er." he reflected. "It really sank in, last night,
exactly what Rora an' I achieved, an' what the consequences are. When I
come to San Diego, I'm gonna make sure I 'ave an apartment with a spare
room, so that 'Ollie can come sleep the night from time to time."
"You know, I hoped you and Topaz might reach an understanding if you
came here, but over the last few weeks I wondered if it would ever happen."
She admitted. "I'm glad to see that it has. Maybe my judgement was not so
very off after all. I think that Topaz is happier now that the secret does
not have to remain so."
"It's a lot to deal with, but I'm not really mad at 'er any more." Cameron
perched on one of the bar stools, watching his daughter as she ate. "I probably
should be, but I think 'Ollie put a stop to that. I was furious at first,
but the kid's too damn endearin'. She's 'er mother's daughter, an' that's
"We've noticed it too." Cynthia grinned. "She has your appearance, but
Topaz's friendly nature. I must confess we are all very fond of her. She
is the first very small baby I have had any real contact with - I have enjoyed
She paused, then,
"Do you think that it will ever be fixed, between you and Topaz?"
"You mean in a romantic sense?" Cameron looked surprised. Cynthia nodded.
"Forgive me if I am presumptuous, but it's become very apparent to me
that she's as much in love with you as ever." She said quietly. "I just
wondered if the feelings ran both ways."
"I still care about her." Cameron said quietly. "But what that means
right now, Cynthia, I don't know. More, I don't think I should discuss it
with anyone before I talk to Rora herself, if you don't mind. Part of me
would like there to be some kind of, well, resolution, but I ain't countin'
on it. Right now we're on speakin' terms an' everything's settled. I want
it to stay that way, at least until I get back from England an' me exams."
"I understand." Cynthia nodded gravely. "And I fear I must get ready
for work, since Jewel's vacation time does not include me. You mightn't
be here when I get back, so I shall see you whenever I see you. At the wedding,
if not before."
"Okay." Cameron agreed. "Bye, Cynthia. Drive safely."
"I always do." Cynthia smiled. "Goodbye, Cameron. Bye, Hollie."
Hollie gurgled an unintelligible response, but her attention was still
very much on her meal, and she made no attempt to properly acknowledge the
hologram's departure. Once they were alone, Cameron cast his daughter a
"Well, it's jus' you an' me again, squirt." he observed, as with a clatter
Hollie dropped her spoon onto the floor, announcing that she was finished.
With a wry smile he bent to retrieve it, dropping it in the washing up bowl,
and scooping up her disk. Carefully he removed her bib, wiping her mouth
"There, now you're clean." He told her. "'Ow about we take you in the
front room an' see what's there, huh?"
"Dada." Hollie put her arms trustingly around her father's neck as he
lifted her from the chair. Hearing the word, Cameron paused, glancing down
at her and meeting the big green eyes with his own.
"Did you jus' say what I think you did?" He asked. Hollie beamed at
"Dada." She repeated. Cameron hugged her.
"Good girl." He told her gently. "I'm glad you know who I am now - it's
goin' to make life a lot easier in the long run. I just 'ope that this
arrangement with your Ma isn't goin' to mean I 'ardly get to see you. I
'ave a feelin' that we might just make a pretty decent team, you an' I.
What do you think?"
Hollie just gurgled in some language of her own, and the medical student
carefully carried her into the lounge, setting her down on the big sofa
and reaching for her doll and her picture books.
"This should keep you occupied till Mummy wakes up." He told her. "Can
you show me the dog?"
* * *
* * * *
Well, so this was all very interesting.
Rory Llewelyn cast his visitor a thoughtful glance, taking in his gaunt
features and deep, uninterested blue eyes. It was almost beyond comprehension,
he marvelled, that such a ghost of a man could prove to have so many uses,
and could be master of so many secrets.
"You are sure this is all true?" he asked presently. The man inclined his
"As true as I stand here." He said, in flat, bland tones. "My sources are
good - they don't lie."
"What kind of sources?" Rory Llewelyn narrowed his eyes. "Listen to me,
Sullivan, you have to tread carefully. You've worked for me for a long time,
and I wouldn't like any noses put out of joint by your activities. After all,
this is a little closer to home than the usual forays into Misfit Music's
affairs. I want to be sure before I act on it."
"You can be sure that I am not mistaken." The man seemed unperturbed by
his employer's tone. Rory was a rich man, with power and connections enough
to make his errands worthwhile. He was not given to becoming emotionally involved
in the duties he was sanctioned to carry out, and therefore had been one
of Rory Llewelyn's most faithful spies since the opening of Rebel Records,
almost fifteen years earlier. It had been his job to rootle out the truth
behind Sirena's parentage some years before, and just as he had done then,
he had not hesitated in bringing his employer the information that he sought.
"My source is very close to the ground on this one." Sullivan continued,
in the same matter-of-fact tone. "I observed her after she left your office
the other morning, just as you asked me to. I saw where she went and asked
some discreet questions about who it was she spoke to. Money speaks, Mr
Llewelyn, especially with this kind of person. It was not hard to discover."
"And when I think of it, hardly surprising." Rory pursed his lips. "I presume
by "this kind of person" you are referring to her dealer?"
Sullivan inclined his head once more to indicate his boss was correct.
A smile touched Rory's lips.
"Then I believe we have her where we want her." He mused. "She and her
brother have caused me enough hassle over this last week, believing that
they can rule the company over my head, and discard any orders I give them.
Well, I think not. I will have Stefana come here and I will tell her what
I have discovered. I will threaten her with dismissal and have her beg for
her work and for my silence on this matter - her brother will do anything
for her, so I think you have solved my momentary problem with mutinous employees.
However much he hates me, he will not see his sister publically disgraced."
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"That is, if he even knows of it."
"Very well, Sullivan, you've done well, as usual." he observed. "Now I
must work out how best to use this valuable information."
"Should you wish me to maintain my observations of Miss Ranieri?"
"No, not for the time being." Rory shook his head. "I will have other plans
for you, and I believe Stefana will soon cease to be a thorn in my side.
You may go - I have much to think about."
Sullivan nodded, leaving the office as silently and unceremoniously as
he had come, and Rory leant back in his chair, considering everything he
"It should have occured to me before, with her desperation for cash and
her unstable temperament." He murmured. "I am amazed she has kept it quiet
so very long. But, now I must use it to my advantage. It is no business of
mine whether she wishes to use illegal stimulants or not, so long as noone
thinks the company is involved. What matters to me is keeping Diablo well
under my control, and this is just the way to do it!"
He reached for his phone receiver, dialling the Diablo estate, and waiting
impatiently for someone to pick up the phone. At length Madeleine answered,
and before long Stefana was on the other end of the line.
"What do you want, Rory?" She demanded. "I'm busy!"
"Well, that is no way to talk to your employer." Rory told her smoothly.
"I've told you before, I hate you." Stefana snapped. "And if you expect
me to talk nice to you, you can forget it. You don't own us, you know."
"No?" Rory tut-tutted. "Really, Stefana, I had hoped better of you."
"What do you want?"
"To see you, of course. In my office, as soon as possible." Rory flexed
his fingers. "I have a business proposition to discuss with you."
"Didn't Luca already settle you on that? I'm not gonna be your dogsbody
"We'll see, my dear." Rory said simply.
"Maybe I don't want to come."
"I think you'll regret it, if you don't."
There was something in his tone that alerted Stefana's suspicions, and
there was a pause, then,
"What is this about?"
"Come see me, and then you'll know."
Another pause, then,
"All right, already. But this had better be worth my time."
The phone went dead with a click, and slowly Rory replaced the receiver,
allowing himself a chuckle of victory.
"Worth your time?" He repeated. "Well, well. Believe me, my dear, it will
PART THREE: TILL DEATH US DO PART
Chapter One: A Father Should Be
Chapter Two: Stefana
Chapter Three: Sylva
Chapter Four: Stefana's
Chapter Five: Common
Chapter Six: A Special
Chapter Seven: La Familia
Chapter Eight: Hen Party
Chapter Nine: Rory's
Chapter Ten: Stefana's
Chapter Eleven: A Friend Indeed
Chapter Twelve: Sadie Gets Involved
Chapter Thirteen: The Night Before
Chapter Fourteen: Closure
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