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A Spot of Tea Extended Story

   Conrad Michaels had grown weary of the spotlight. Since solving the case that made him a household name he had the media constantly hounding him as well as every two bit criminal with delusions of grandeur calling him out. A few gave Michaels a bit of a challenge he'll admit but he'd be lying if he said that any of the cases he had cleared in the last 8 months were noteworthy. His peers weren't helping matters either, not that he blamed them. While many deserved to wallow in his shadow after writing him off before when he made detective; there were those he considered friends that had even grown resentful. It was time for a break.

 

Portlaoise Prison (Portlaoise, Ireland)

Pushing around the small ball of cheese she had formed on her plate, Iris couldn't help but think of her tiny companion Mr. Jingles. She had been watching The Green Mile while planning a heist when her map of the building she was marking started to move. Seated diagonal to her on the far end of the floor was this rodent nibbling away at the corner. Now most people would have been startled or even caused a scene but Iris always had an affinity for these creatures. One of her earliest memories is of a stuffed mouse her parents bought her for her birthday. The only item she had growing up to remember them by after a fire claimed their lives and left her orphaned.

  Grabbing a piece of bread, Iris lured her new friend towards her. At the same time on the tv screen, another mouse was making his presence known. Iris had an idea. Slowly, she got up and when she returned she placed a small wooden spool in front of the mouse. To her amazement, the little guy began rolling the spool towards her just like the one on the film. "I think we found a name for you, Mr. Jingles" as she scooped him up and place him on her shoulder.

The two had been inseparable ever since. Until now that is as a guard jolted Iris out of one of her fondest memories.

                  "Hey Trenton! Your boyfriend's on." The guard laughed and other inmates began to laugh. On a small screen in the corner what appeared to be a press conference was being held. She couldn't hear what was being said but the banner across the bottom was clear "Famous NY Detective taking sabbatical".

"Hmmm....a vacation does sound nice" as Iris plopped the ball of cheese into her mouth.

2 months later

Michaels had been traveling around the globe, experiencing several cultures, when he decided to settle in London. He had always wanted to visit England and seeing as he had nowhere to be he opted to rent a small flat on a monthly basis until he was ready to go back home. It had only been a couple weeks into his stay when a telephone call interrupted his afternoon brunch.

"Detective Michaels, this is Inspector Ragland of Scotland Yard. I'm sorry to wake you as I know it's quite late in the states...."

"Inspector, I'm guessing no one told you I'm on holiday......in London actually."

"This can't be a coincidence then."

"I'm not quite sure what you mean, Inspector."

"A crime has been committed at the The Dickens Museum".

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Our investigators didn't notice it at first until a curator told us it was not part of the exhibit."

"Something was left for you at the scene? If you're saying what I think you're saying, it can't be her. She is in prison."

"That's what we thought as well until they checked her cell.....a decoy has been pretending to be her for the last 3 days if accounts are correct"

"Why didn't the French authorities and Portlaoise inform me or even my superiors?"

"Quite honestly I think they were embarrassed as even the French were uninformed...but Detective she's not done."

"She never is.....has anyone figured out what she's after next?"

"We have but we don't think it's right...I mean it's a joke among thieves and law enforcement."

"Let me guess...the crown jewels?"

"Yes Detective, she can't be serious though. She has to be toying with us."

"With Iris anything is possible. Thank You for the call Inspector, I'll be in touch."

---"Really Iris, the crown jewels? Do you expect the Queen to just hand them over to you at Buckingham Palace?"

Detective Michaels turns his head towards the young woman who surprised him this morning when he thought he was going into a little hole in the wall breakfast cafe.

"Oh Detective, you know the crown jewels are in The Tower of London but well acted on your part by not giving me up to Inspector Ragland."

"You didn't give me much choice" as he nods towards the gun in Ms Trenton's hand.

"Yes, I do despise these wretched things but I needed your attention. Anyways, enjoy your tea and crumpets, HAHA......

I have a date with the Queen.

Can you best Iris Trenton again and stop her from stealing the crown jewels?