Nolan Affair
1995
She had to be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Detective Cameron Lorant walked among the cloth covered tables at the Rosewood Center where a special dinner was being held for Dictator Juan Glastro. Not very many people liked him, but he was a necessary stepping stone in the political grand scheme of things. Damn, he lost sight of her.
“Rosewood Five?”
“Rosewood Five, all clear. Hey, someone tell me why we’re baby-sitting this ah, dictator?”
“Enough Rodney. It’s our job. Rosewood Six?”
There she was. He watched her make her way around the room. She wore some white full-length dress that was tight in all the right places.
“Rosewood Six, respond.”
“Sorry, all clear.” He dang near ran into somebody’s wife.
“Everything all right?” Came through his ear piece.
“Yes. Something caught my eye, but it was nothing.” He watched her weave in and around the tables.
“Probably a woman.” One of the F.B.I. guys cut in. Getting in on the conversation.
“No probably about it.”
“Keep this channel clear. And yeah, it’s the woman in the white number. You should have seen him drooling.”
“I was not drooling. I don’t drool.” Cam found a good vantage point to keep an eye on his section, by a potted plant.
A whistle came over the ear piece.
The chief smiled. “Okay, okay. Enough chatter now.”
1995
She had to be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Detective Cameron Lorant walked among the cloth covered tables at the Rosewood Center where a special dinner was being held for Dictator Juan Glastro. Not very many people liked him, but he was a necessary stepping stone in the political grand scheme of things. Damn, he lost sight of her.
“Rosewood Five?”
“Rosewood Five, all clear. Hey, someone tell me why we’re baby-sitting this ah, dictator?”
“Enough Rodney. It’s our job. Rosewood Six?”
There she was. He watched her make her way around the room. She wore some white full-length dress that was tight in all the right places.
“Rosewood Six, respond.”
“Sorry, all clear.” He dang near ran into somebody’s wife.
“Everything all right?” Came through his ear piece.
“Yes. Something caught my eye, but it was nothing.” He watched her weave in and around the tables.
“Probably a woman.” One of the F.B.I. guys cut in. Getting in on the conversation.
“No probably about it.”
“Keep this channel clear. And yeah, it’s the woman in the white number. You should have seen him drooling.”
“I was not drooling. I don’t drool.” Cam found a good vantage point to keep an eye on his section, by a potted plant.
A whistle came over the ear piece.
The chief smiled. “Okay, okay. Enough chatter now.”
