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Tracy and Tricia: Some Detective Work of Their Own – Page 3

“Yes, or an alarm goes off,” the man replied.

“Could you alert me when the couples in rooms 335 and 336 come down?”  She said, writing something down on a sheet of paper.  “Could you give them this?”  She said, handing him the paper.  He nodded, she gave him her number at the other hotel, and they left.”

Once they had arrived and were getting ready to sleep, Tricia asked Tracy, “What did you put in that note?”

“I said that I was interested in the gem, and I told them to leave me an address or somewhere where I could get in touch with them.  That is what they’re here for, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but what if they ask you to show them the money?”

“I’ll ask them how crazy they think I am to carry large amounts of money on my person.”

“Oh yeah.  That’ll work.”  Tricia said, sarcastically.

“It’ll have to.  I want you to put some make up on me, and me you.  Just in case this falls through, I don’t want them to be able to recognize our real faces.

“Good idea.”  Tricia said.  The two girls went to sleep and were awakened by the telephone.  Tricia got out of her bed to answer it.  “Hello?”

“Hello, is a Miss Tracy Martin there?”

“Yes.  Just a moment, please.”  Tricia roused Tracy and handed her the phone.

“Hello?”

“Miss Martin, the couple you wanted to be notified about have arrived.”

“Thank you.  Did they get my message?”

“Yes, and they left one.  I’ll hold it until you come and get it.”

“Thanks.  Bye.”  She said, hanging up.  “I’ll run over to the hotel and get the message.”  Tracy got dressed and ran over to the hotel to get the message.  When she came back, Tricia was dressed, and getting out the make-up kits.

“What does it say?”  Tricia asked.

“It says that anyone interested in buying the gem should show up at 11:00 PM at the Blue Flamingo.”

“That gives us about two hours to get ready.”

“Good.  We’re going to have to pick out just what to wear.”  The girls got made-up and then picked out their clothes.  By the time they had completed getting ready, they had ten minutes to get to the Blue Flamingo.  Tracy was wearing a navy suit and was a brunette.  Tricia was in a brown suit and was a red head.  They looked nothing like themselves, needless to say. 

They drove up to the Blue Flamingo, and exited their car.  The valet took it away.  Walking in the door, they scanned the room for the meeting place.  It was an interesting night club, filled with interesting people.  A jazz band was playing on-stage while the lights were dimmed.  Tracy, followed by Tricia, walked over to the bar and asked the bartender where the meeting for the DG was to be held.  He pointed toward a room, and they went over to it.  “Tricia, you stay out here and keep an eye out, while I go inside.”

Knocking on the door, a sliding panel, about eye-level, opened.  “Who’s there?”  A voice came from a pair of eyeballs behind the door.

“I’m here about the DG.”  Tracy said.

“Do you have an invitation?”  The voice asked.

“Yes, here.”  Tracy handed the sheet of paper through the hole in the door.  The sliding panel closed, there was a click sound, and the door opened.  Walking inside, Tracy observed the room.  To the right and left were chairs.  The lights were dimmed, and there were four figures in the front of the room.  Other figures were seated in the chairs.  Tracy took a seat near the back.