Steele and Steele Again
Date: Wednesday, November 1, 2000
Suejue <hantaks@mtco.com>
This story was inspired by the
title submitted by "Nancy2"
Steele and Steele
Again
by Suejue
(permission to archive)
"I didn't say no, I said I'd consider it." Laura shook
her coat off and placed it on the hook in her office. She was
also trying to shake off the persistence of her partner.
"Laura, the clock is ticking," Remington reminded her.
"Can we just get some work done, please?" She placed
her hands on his shoulders, rotated his body 180 degrees to steer
him into his office. With a shove, she pushed him out of her office
and turned her attention to the work on her desk. Not a moment
later her phone buzzed an interoffice call. Betrayed by the light
of his extension, she picked up the receiver, "What is it
now?"
"Just tell me you'll go see it this afternoon, and it's the
last time I'll bring it up."
"If you don't let me get some work done, we'll never be able
to afford your new toy."
"Okay, okay....but did I forget to mention how wonderful
you looked this morning?"
"Flattery will not get you closer to the marina, Mr. Steele."
She hung up the phone, shaking her head amused by the shameless
behavior of Mr. Steele. Since they returned from Iowa, Remington
pursued the idea of buying a sailboat relentlessly. He saw it
as the answer to all of life's
injustices. It would afford him a certain place in life, something
of his own, not to mention the romantic implications. He could
be guaranteed a fair amount of uninterrupted moments with Laura,
sailing off for days at a
time without phones, Mildred, clients, cases, and all the usual
mayhem that sabotaged their relationship.
Once Laura hung up on him, he pressed 9 for an outside line followed
by a number he had memorized. "Ah, Steele here, yes.....yes...I
think we can make it this afternoon. Will you have it done by
then? Very good, my man, see you then."
He hung up the phone with a certain satisfied flair. Even though
he had been completely above board with Laura so far about his
desire to buy the boat, he did ask the broker to make one slight
change that would hopefully seal the deal with Laura.
At ten, a short man with a slight build pushed through the agency
door without an appointment. Mildred announced "Mr. Edwards"
then showed him into Mr. Steele's office.
Remington got up from his chair, buttoned his suit coat to greet
him. Laura entered from her door. He motioned for Mr. Edwards
to take a seat in the chair. "How can we help you, Mr. Edwards?"
"I'd like to show you something." He set his briefcase
on the desk, fumbled with the combination then opened it and spun
to show a near empty case to Laura and Remington. In the briefcase
was a small, clear plastic protective sheet containing a stamp.
"May I?" Remington asked reaching into the briefcase
to take a closer look.
Remington held it up to the light in the space between he and
Laura. Mr. Edwards explained, "It's rare." He looked
around, checking the room then whispered, "Very rare. It's
valued somewhere between four and five million
dollars."
"I would certainly say that is rare, indeed." Remington
agreed, gingerly placing the stamp back in the case.
"What is it that you would like us to do, Mr. Edwards?"
Laura asked.
"I want you to steal it for me."
Remington and Laura looked at each other then at Mr. Edwards with
the same confused look. The client went on to explain, "Are
you familiar with the expression, 'rob Peter to pay Paul?'"
Laura and Remington nodded. "I deal in high end coins, stamps
and other collectibles. It is a very quick paced and risky enterprise.
You don't last long in this business sitting on your hands. You
have to go after what you want. Do you know, Mr. Steele, what
it is like to find that one-of-a-kind item that makes your pulse
race? That
sometimes you just have to jump at the opportunity when you have
the chance?"
Remington glanced at Laura, "Yes, I believe I do, Mr. Edwards."
Laura was a bit unnerved by the entendre in Remington's voice,
"What does that have to do with this stamp?"
"Well, Mr. Steele, Miss Holt.....I jumped....twice in fact."
"Care to explain that?"
"I came across a set of Roman coins that I've been after
for quite some time. I knew of several buyers who would fall over
themselves to have them. Instead of just brokering the deal to
one buyer, like I usually do, I thought I'd buy them myself and
make a tidy profit by playing the collectors off each other. So
I used the stamp as collateral for a loan.
But, you don't just walk into a bank for this kind of loan. A
very special <banker> by the name of Talbot financed the
purchase. To make a long story short, the collector who lost the
bidding war on the coins decided to go after a 17th Century aristocrat's
jewelry collection. I didn't want to
alienate the other buyer , so I told him I could get that for
him too. I used the stamp as collateral again for a second loan
from another <lender>by the name of Salmon. I was ready
to square things with Talbot and Salmon when a honey of a deal
dropped in my lap. I used the proceeds of
both deals to buy some Galileo's documents that are utterly priceless.
However, they are hung up in the authentication process. I don't
know what possessed met to do this, I could lose everything. "
"Why don't you just sell the stamp and pay off part of both
debts in installments until the Galileo authentication comes through?"
Remington suggested.
"The stamp isn't mine. I was the designated broker for the
Kingsley estate. It's going to auction at the end of the month.
I want to turn the stamp over to Talbot, have you steal it back
so I can give it to Salmon, then steal it from him so I can turn
it over to the auction house and keep my
reputation in tact. They can't report the theft to the authorities
and they won't suspect that I stole it. When it is auctioned,
I received a 1 percent commission from the sale of the stamp.
I am willing to give you my fee if
you can get me out of this mess. Then no more wheeling and dealing
for me, I promise. The guilt is killing me, I'm going to give
any profits from the Galileo sale to charity when this is over."
"Even though Talbot and Salmon may have criminal lending
practices, we still can't justify stealing from them." Laura
rationalized. "Besides, what makes you think the Remington
Steele agency provides this sort of service?"
"Talbot is the center of a Justice Department investigation.
It's only a matter of time before they sweep in and close down
his operation. The stamp, along with all his assets will be seized.
Salmon, as you may know, is behind many criminal activities including
murder, I wouldn't lose any
sleep over stealing anything from him. I've made some inquiries
and I understand that your agency sort of specializes in these
kind of problems-"
"If you'll allow us a moment to confer...." Remington
opened the door to Laura's office.
Once the door was shut, Laura started, "I don't like the
idea of hiring us to commit grand larceny....TWICE in fact. And
exactly when did my agency become specialized in this field?"
"Laura, he really is in a bind and he can't exactly go to
anyone else."
"Are you sure you're not just thinking of that 1% commission?"
"One of us has to think of the agency's bottom line, Miss
Holt."
Laura rolled her eyes at the absurd notion that he was actually
concerned about the agency's financial health. "Not to mention
a 40 to $50,000 downpayment on your sailboat."
"Laura, I'm wounded," he tried to sound offended. "You
really think I have such a one-track mind, that I spend every
waking hour obsessing over a boat?"
Laura gave him another 'oh pulllease' look.
He smiled when he realized she was right and admitted, "There
is so many other things to consider, the marina slip lease, insurance,
nautical wardrobe," then he looked intently at Laura adding,
"selecting and training a first mate."
Laura softened to the idea, "Well let's see what we can find
out about Talbot and Salmon first, or our only experience at sea
may be a burial."
"Ahoy Remington!" Spencer Tinkerton called from the
deck of the boat. "Come aboard, matey." Remington removed
his suit coat and tossed it across the seat of the Auburn as Laura
walked ahead. Spencer unlatched the gate on the rail and extended
his hand to Laura. Once she was on board, he lifted her hand to
his lips, "This must be Laura. I now see why Remington wants
to sail off into the sunset with you." Spencer certainly
was a smooth talker, which was a necessary attribute in a yacht
broker. . Spencer bent Laura's
arm into his and started the grand tour. Once they arrived at
the bow, he invited the two of them to lean over and check out
the name, "Mr. Steele when I saw the name of this beauty,
I took it as a sign that this is the boat for you." As Laura
leaned over, the two men shared a conspiratorial
wink.
"The Magnifying Glass," Laura read aloud.
"Rather fitting for a private detective, wouldn't you say,
Steele?" Spencer asked knowing full well that Remington arranged
to have the name painted on earlier.
"Couldn't have thought of a better name myself, Spencer."
Remington responded.
Spencer continued the tour of the boat ending in the intimate
surroundings of the stateroom, "I'll leave you two to talk
it over, I'll be in my car making a few calls."
Laura looked around but in a rather detached manner. Remington
was trying to gauge her reaction. When she showed no overt signs
of approval or disapproval, he finally asked, "Well... what
do you think?"