Chanel looked down and saw her dress had ridden up when she ran. She grinned back at the blonde. “I wasn’t going to tell you as I was admiring the view but so is yours.” They both pulled their dresses back down to cover themselves and grinned at each other. As Catherine headed back she pulled the dress up to show her ass and smiled cheekily over her shoulder. Chanel just shook her head.
Catherine went back to the group as quickly as she could, keeping her dress from rising as it did before. She lost her smile when she saw Ben sitting on the ground. Gabrie was kneeling beside him holding the pocket square from Daniel’s jacket pocket against Ben’s right side. He was wincing in pain.
“What happened?” Catherine barked.
“Chanel’s aim around Ben wasn’t so good. It hit him too!” Gabrie growled. shing lights approached.
“It’s… just a flesh… wound,” the man hissed. Daniel giggled then looked immediately sorry but Ben gave him a big smile and mouthed ‘Thank you’ to him. Daniel smiled nervously back.
“Remember everyone, Chanel did all the shooting!” Catherine said looking into their eyes and received nods. Daniel looked troubled.
“What’s wrong?” Cat asked him.
“Should I delete the movie I shot?” he asked.
“You caught that on video?” she gaped. He nodded.
“Hell no! I want to show that to my father! He’ll be so proud,” she grinned. “But give the memory stick to your sister in case the police want to see your camera.” He smiled and moved to Miriam.
“Is Shakir dead?” Ben asked.
“Very,” Cat responded.Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
“Good.”
The police arrived and soon ambnces were brought in. The paramedics looked after Ben and he’d just been grazed on his right side half way down his torso. Stung like a bitch and it would scar but definitely not life threatening. They treated the wound and put a proper bandage on it. The paramedic peeled back the bandage on his left side and looked at Ben in surprise. Then he saw the multitude of scars including the three old bullet scars.
“Are you a soldier?” the man asked as he put a new bandage on Ben’s left side.
“No, just unlucky. But Ipensate by being lucky in love.” He tilted his head towards the open doors of the ambnce. Standing outside were seven worried looking people all staring in at Ben. The man smiled.
“May I go?” Ben asked. The paramedic nodded and had him sign the release form. Ben climbed gingerly out of the ambnce and was gathered into the embrace of his family.
“Not the result I was hoping for but it will have to do,” came a voice behind them. Chief Inspector Favreau was standing next to the ambnce with Chanel who was looking rxed. She smiled at Catherine who smiled back.
“What were you hoping to get? A confession?” Ben growled. The pain was making him a little testy.
The Chief Inspector frowned. “No, but a list of his clients would have been helpful.”
Catherine suddenly remembered she was holding the cell phone. “Maybe it’s on his phone,” she said as she moved forward to hand it to the man.
“This is Rachid Shakir’s phone? How did you get it?” the man asked.
“Catherine ran over after the shooting to see if I got him. She must have picked it up then,” Chanel said.
Cat nodded with wide eyes. “He was dead. It was horrible!”
“Yes, sorry you had to see that,” Favreau said, missing the byy between the two women.
“I have to get this back to the techs. Thank you! I hope your vacation goes a little more smoothly from this point on,” the Chief Inspector said as he prepared to leave.
“Does this mean Karen and Penny are no longer needed as witnesses?” Ben asked.
Favreau paused. “I still have some questions for them. They may have witnessed Shakir performing transactions with customers. They may be able to identify them. With Shakir’s death they no longer require police protection but I will need to speak with them.” He hustled away.
Catherine handed the ck heels to Chanel who sighed looking at them then slipped them back on. Then she took her purse back. “I have to go to the station and fill out some reports. Firing my weapon within city limits. Killing two suspects. Paperwork! Bah.” She smiled at Catherine. “I still have to get this dress back to you. Can I see you tomorrow?”
“You’d better!” Catherine growled yfully.
Chanel quickly nced around but saw they were being ignored. She stepped forward and nted a sensual kiss right on the blonde’s lips drawing a moan from her. She pulled back and smiled at the dazed and dreamy look on Cat’s face. “Until tomorrow.” She strode away in the annoying shoes but she was walking on clouds.
Ben and Gabrie walked up behind Catherine. “Hey, get a room,” Gabrie teased.
Cat squeaked as she became aware of her surroundings once more. She blushed at her friends and they gathered her between them and the group made their way back to the hotel. They’d had quite enough excitement for the night.
It was decided at breakfast the next morning that this day would make up for the missed shopping trip to Nice. The women in his party plus Chanel would leave shortly after breakfast. The new members of their party, Karen and Penny, had to stick around Cannes as they might be called upon by the police to identify Shakir’s customers though both imed he locked them in their room when he did his business dealings. As they heard Ben was going to rx up on the rooftop pool deck they were delighted to join him. Daniel also wanted to y in the pool so he was staying behind as well.
As she wasn’t in her room when he called Ben left an invitation with the front desk for Margaux to join him. He booked a cabana next to the pool and two extra lounge chairs so thedies could get some sun.
He saw the group off on their shopping extravaganza from the lobby and Chanel formally apologized for the injury she’d caused him the previous night. He assured her he wasn’t upset and wished them all luck. He grinned seeing the excitement on Catherine’s face. She rushed back and gave him another kiss before she skipped after her group. He and Daniel headed for the roof.
Ben settled himself on therge queen sized lounge bed in the cabana but left his shirt on to avoid the stares his scars drew. Daniel made straight for the pool. He had the young man in his line of sight and there was a lifeguard on duty so he feltfortable resting his eyes asionally. It was during one of these restful moments when he heard a lull in the normal background conversation level from the other guests. Curious, he opened his eyes and saw Karen and Penny walking towards the cabana in their new swimsuits. They had their new ‘Hollywood’ shades on and their bikinis were straining to contain their ample breasts. Each had a colorful and sheer wrap over their bikini bottoms and he saw their shoes had heels that were still a little higher than might be practical for beachwear. From their smiles he could tell that they were both happy so he just smiled back at them.
“Are these for us?” Karen asked, pointing to the two lounge chairs before the cabana. Ben nodded and they set their stuff down between the chairs. Ben wondered where they’d got the beach bag but knew the resourcefulness of thedies he was traveling with had likely taken care of it.
Ben rxed once more and let the soothing sounds of the pool area take his tensions away. Thest major worry he’d had was getting identification for both Karen and Penny. He’d contacted hiswyer back in the states and left him a long detailed message on beginning an identity search, discretely, and to get started on establishing some identification for both. He authorized the man to bring in any resources he deemed required. That taken care of he hoped he could just enjoy the rest of his vacation.
A waiter came by and Ben ordered some pineapple juice. The waiter spent far more time with the twodies and he finally left with their orders.
Ben was beginning to nod off when he heard a noise.
“Bennnnnnnnnnnnn,” said two voices, almost in harmony. It was the almost part that was jarring. He opened his eyes and looked at Karen and Penny who were both smiling at him.
“Yes?”
“Could you put sun tan lotion on us?” Karen asked while Penny had a coy smile.
“No.”
Bothdies froze in surprise. That wasn’t the answer they were expecting.
“No? Why not?” Karen asked with a pout.