Starring Cynthia Gomez as Leah McCann
AND
David Stone AS Adam Whittington
C0- Staring
Sean Douglas as Kent Johnson
Ken Spencer as Ben Du Pyle
Jessica Peterson as Alice Fremond
Synopsis: The young CNN reporter Adam Whittington is assigned to follow the Belgian burglaries story, a series of theft among the elite of Belgian society. Hot on the scent is private detective Leah McCann, fairly new to the business but highly recommended. Their daring adventure binds them together in various predicaments as they search for the truth.
Chapter One A New Case
Leah scratched her head in aggravation staring blankly at the case file on her desk. She tried to refocus but the legal jargon was making her head ache. She felt this case was hardly worth her time and to make matters worse it was going no where.
The phone rang twice before one of the secretaries picked up. She was sure it was her client calling to egg her on and dreaded the intercom which might bear this distressing news. She waited a few minutes pensively before shrugging her shoulders and getting back to work.
Some time later she heard a tap on her door and murmured, "Come in." "Leah, Leah, Leah," a man dressed in a dark grey suit said entering the room, "Still pouring over that same old thing. You never stop, do you? How would you like to take a little flight to Europe?" "Very funny, Kent. A new detective doesn't have the resources to afford to go abroad whenever she feels like it." Kent grinned and cocked an eyebrow at her then occupied himself by rearranging the daisies on her desk. "Alright Mr. Secretive, what are you holding back? What do you know?" "What I know and what you are about to find out," he corrected her putting the finishing touches on the daisies, "You know I think they could use some more water." "What am I about to find out then?" Leah persisted. "If I told you then you couldn't find out now could you, Miss McCann?" She gave him an innocuous shove toward the door. "It's not that I don't appreciate your botanical advice, Mr. Johnson, just not during work hours."
"Hold it!," he said before she shut the door in his face, "I came to tell you about your new investigation and case." "My new case?" Leah puzzled how Johnson would be able to tell her. Agency privacy was a keen factor in the working is even the employees. "But how?" "Or should I say our case?", Kent interrupted, "but I don't want to take you away from your important job, Miss McCann." He said this teasingly because of her big case which she had solved last spring resulting in much publicity. Kent had been in the business much longer and taken part in cracking a number of cases for the Agency. Still he had never landed in the spotlight as Leah had though still a novice.
"Kent, I..." "No need to explain Miss McCann I do understand. I will have to give you botanical advice after hours. When are you working to?" "6" "Then I'll take you to dinner, ok?" "Can you just tell me now?" "Sure, daisies are hardy.." "Kent!" This time she did shut the door in his face. It was impossible to get anything out of a private eye when they made up their mind to be secretive. She sighed wearily and trudged back to her paper work.
Leah McCann was a twenty-four year old just one year out of college. She had a double major in criminology and law. She was one of the leading detectives in the country but most of the time she felt like her job was that of a glorified secretary. Crime fascinated her. She had grown up on Nancy Drew moving on to Agatha Christie. Her favorite book was Crime and Punishment. She had a lean figure for her five ft seven inches and was rather attractive. She dressed conservatively but could even be thought beautiful when she smiled.
Than night in an Italian restaurant in upper Manhattan Leah dined opposite of Kent Johnson in a secluded corner. "This place is very nice, even romantic except for I'm here with you." Leah commented. "I can be romantic too, do you want me to prove it?" Kent teased. "No, you'll have plenty of time to make me sick of you while we're in Belgium, thank you and vise versa." He laughed,"I think you're right. At least I have the upper hand of having worked with a partner before. Do you speak French by the way?" "Non" Shouldn't be too much trouble to hire an interpreter when we get there should the need arise... So how do the facts strike you and where should we start?"
Leah twilled the spaghetti on her fork before replying in a professional tone, "This is hardly the place to discuss it and I think it's quite obvious that we begin in Belgium." "Oui, madame."
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"Oh, why don't you stop picturing yourself as the star of a melodrama and start living? Stop crying and go out and bring something to the world and in giving you will find happiness." Flustered beyond words she threw her hands up in disgust. "What do you know of life?
{Well, that's it for now. Tell me what you think and I'll be glad on any advice even if it happens to be "burn it" God bless!-JL}
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