The Hunt Never Stops

The auction house itself is easy enough to find. Its been a fixture for almost as long as the city has been here. The secretary is sitting behind a stack of priceless first editions. She's clearly intelligent but when you're a big name company you get to hire for brains and looks. I hand her the info on what I'm looking for. She says she can't give me the information on who purchased the sword but if I'm interested in contacting him about purchasing it she can pass word along. That's not exactly what I have in mind but one step at a time, right?

I swear they do this deliberately! First the librarian now this one. I'm not sure if the records she needs are really on the bottom shelf or if she's trying to get my attention. Either way, she has it.

She spends some time going through records of prior auction. I'd be happy to help but they're confidential and she won't let me peek. Instead I help out by watching the auction house's assets. . .or at least hers. Anything to lend a hand like the helpful Devil Girl I am.

She finally finds the record she needs and I slip over to get a peek. . .at the records. At this range I can smell her with my tongue, not aroused but definitely curious.

It takes a few minutes of discussion to determine what its going to take for me to get a peek at those listings. I can't tell anyone where I got the information, of course. I agree and she sneaks out of my arms to lock the door to the records room. No point in taking a chance at interruption while we're negotiating.

Can't say I mind the price either. 

Busy Week

There probably won't be a new strip this week. Detective Reynolds is on vacation. Devil Girl is working on shoots for the Devil Girl motorcycle (available soon) and helping the great people at Le Velour Rouge get their gorgeous burlesque hall open.

Upcoming Events:
Devil Girl or her alter ego Magdalena Outlander will be performing at Vagabonds this Friday June 10th for their Steampunk themed event. Stop by to see the lovely DitaV, the charming Denny Kozlov and others offering their unique take on a Victorian Age that never was. Show starts at 9:30.

Magdalena Outlander will be hosting the Lady Godiva Parade to benefit Relay For Life on Saturday June 18 in Caledon Cape Wrath. We still have room for more riders and plenty of good viewing spots for spectators. Parade starts at 3 PM so riders should show up no later than 3:30.

Detective Reynolds will be hosting a benefit concert on June 18th. A special edition of the Devil Girl motorcycle will be either raffled or auctioned off at this event. Its a one of a kind bike and even DG herself won't have this particular one.

Devil Girl will be performing a duet with the remarkable Ophelia Trey at Le Velour Rouge on June 25th. More information on this one as it comes in but its guaranteed to be a stunner.

Watch the group updates for specifics and landmarks.

Detective Does The Diner

Sometimes I hate being a cop. The guy lawyered up. Chief let her go saying it was his word against hers. "Did you see the way she was dressed, she was looking for it," the guy said when we brought him in. I half wish I had shot him myself. One thing about his story didn't match up with hers, though. He says about half a dozen guys ganged up on him. She saw one woman: snake skin jacket, big red boots, black gloves. Its nothing I can follow up on officially but there's nothing in the regs that says we can't have lunch on my day off.

The carhop took off early so it looks like we're eating inside. Not that eating on a bike would be any fun anyway. She is pretty cute and when she wraps her arms around my waist and presses close I can't help but think  it'd be nice to have her on the back of the bike holding me tight.

Meanwhile

Her heart's racing. Her hug is strong but her lips are soft. Sure its not the Ritz but we've got all damn day and that's good enough for me.

We grab a bite and I do my best not to stare too obviously. She's got to know what effect that dress has on people. That's not to say any of this is her fault just that she could talk her way out of me writing her a ticket any day.

We talk for a bit. She's got the same description as before. Some girl nearly ran her car down the alley, jumped out and smashed the guy with some sort of flying chop sockey kick. I'd think she was crazy myself if her description didn't match the one from before, right down to her not thinking it weird that the clothes are the only thing she can remember. Did this karate woman have blonde hair or black? Was she wearing pants or a skirt? Linda here doesn't know and it doesn't even strike her as odd.

Then again neither does having another woman staring at her cute little. . .pendant. I'm getting distracted again when she mentions the car. That she does remember in detail: big roaring engine that sticks out the front of the hood, bright glossy red and only one back wheel. . .not like a flat tire but designed to just have one down the center. There's some crazy cars in this town but that one shouldn't be too hard to spot.

Meanwhile

I toss my jacket on the floor. That cute little uniform won't be far behind. Its enough to blow my camouflage but when she sees the tongue she shivers in anticipation, not fear.

Its only after I've gotten all my notes on her mystery savior that I notice I'm not the only one sneaking a glance here and there. Granted, I expect it from the guy at the counter but from a pretty blonde its a rare and happy surprise.

Now if only we could find somewhere a little more private to continue our talk, somewhere they won't ask uncomfortable questions.

Meanwhile

Now this is a proper lunch. Talk about service with a smile. With a friendly staff like this I might have to eat here more often.