“Face like a welder's bench, sir. Here's the other one ... oo! Hey not bad for a toerag.” Bowles cast his opinion. “That's a vehicle thief?” Darius was surprised again. Alexandria Rayne was predictably grubby faced and feral-looking but she only looked about twelve! “Recheck the age please, Sergeant. It's very important. I can't afford to make the mistake of using a minor for a scientific project.” Bowles nodded and ran a recheck. “Nineteen, sir. Adult enough. Parents unknown, no fixed abode. There again, that applies to just about everybody down there. First arrest for pickpocketing, aged eight then breaking and entering when she was ten. She has a host of charges here for petty theft and fighting, but no serious convictions. That's more or less what you were looking for, isn't it?” “That's exactly what I was looking for.” Darius beamed at the green-eyed petty thief on the screen with her mass of red ringlets bouncing out in all directions. “Have the law enforcers deliver her to you, Sergeant, then I can talk job terms with her.” “Job?” Bowles blinked at Darius a few times. “You're giving her a job? But why?” “Because no one else will.” Darius shrugged. “Yes and probably for a good reason, Master Hawk. She's a petty thief!” “You have my word that if she gives me even a hint of trouble, you can come round in person and remove her from the Major Sector.” Darius nodded. “And don't think I won't.” Bowles said firmly. “OK I'll get the wheels in motion. It's your funeral.” Book Index       Doorways       Previous      Next ©Jack Frost & The Hooded Crow ©wyrdjax