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| Soap Sins Tuesday, May 15, 2012 CHAPTER 34 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! IN THE DARK! Previously on SOAP SINS Dakota's iphone beeped and she glanced down at the text message Nick had just sent. It was one word only. "HELP!" The story now continues ... - Brent the blonde surfer dude had seen the call for help and was ready for action. He asked her if she knew Nick's current location. She told him to wait, for he had just sent another text. - CANNOT DECIDE BETWEEN GUCCI AND DE LA RENTA SUNGLASSES! NEED HELP. SUGGESTIONS? - Dakota sighed and texted him back to get both and to please stop texting her with full caps. She then turned off the phone. - "Do surfers have afterparties for events like the Hollywood crowd?" - Brent nodded. "For sure. This competition does anyway cos there are quite a few celebs competing." - "Oh. I guess I can't recognize them from a distance." - "It's a pretty international crowd. You might not have heard of a lot of them. Do you want to be my date for the afterparty? It's going to be at a swanky place. Some businessman who likes to play surfer. His nickname is Tempest." - "Don't you mean Storm?" - "Oh yeah. Storm. Say, is he your suspected double agent?" When she didn't answer, he grinned. "Cool! I never even met the guy yet cos he was up first and then left the beach early." - Dakota stood up. "He's the spitting image of Chip the producer." - "No way! So what's the plan?" - Dakota said she wasn't sure. She just wanted to gain access to his home and see about getting some evidence. - A couple of hours later, they arrived at a pink and green lowrise condo. Brent flashed his ID from the event to the concierge, who directed them to the third floor party room. It was filled with paparazzi, trendy surfers and international celebrities she was not familiar with. A Brazilian model asked Brent to dance. Shallow that he was, he seemed to forget they were on a mission and headed for the dance floor. Dakota felt a hand on her elbow and turned around. It was Nick, wearing his new Gucci sunglasses. "About the phone ..." - Dakota laughed and pretended she had turned it off accidentally. - Nick shook his head. "That's not what I meant ..." - Before he could finish his sentence, a man who looked like Chip the producer entered the room, a trashy blonde on each arm. If he had been a head taller, they might have even thought they were looking at the real deal. A huge Samoan bodyguard was tailing him. Storm thanked everyone for coming, then headed for the bar with the blondes and the big Samoan. - Dakota lamented it was a shame they hadn't been able to get into his unit and search for evidence. - Nick explained it was all about the phone. If they got his personal iphone, that would tell the story of all the dirty dealings and would give their friends at Interpol something to work with. He paused to lift two glasses of Cristal champagne from a passing waitress' tray and handed her one. "Tough luck I don't know how to pick a pocket." - Dakota sipped her champagne and told him all was not lost. "You might not know how to pick a pocket, but I sure do." - "My angel is a trained thief. I love you more each day!" - "I am going to get you that iphone as soon as ..." - Just then the lights went out. When they came back on a few seconds later, the big Samoan was lying in a pool of blood, with Brent the blonde surfer dude standing next to him, a carving knife in hand. The Brazilian model screamed. Dakota dropped her glass, which shattered on the floor into tiny pieces. Did she really know Brent the blonde surfer dude as well as she thought she had ...? |
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