Undercover 02


By Katzmarek





Part 2


Jess watched the settling sun drift slowly down towards the horizon. The sea breeze brushed her bare arm 
and raised Goosebumps, so she wound up the window.


Gray Treadwells house was situated just across the esplanade from the beach. Originally a 1930s 
beachfront villa, it had been extensively modernised and extended. The pavilion-style French windows 
opened wide onto a gabled balcony with uninterrupted views of the sea. Underneath, the concertina doors 
of the garage were open revealing the rear of Grays red Ferrari.


Behind her Jessica watched a large man wearing bright Bermuda shorts emerge from the steps leading 
down to the sand. He casually strolled up to the window of the car and bent down. Leaning on the sill of the 
drivers window he reached in with his hand. In his palm was a police ID.


Move over, he told, Jess firmly.


Jess shuffled over to the passenger seat and the Policeman got in. Smoothly he started the car and swung it 
into a U-turn.


Who are you? the man asked, roughly.


PC Dayshe, sir, Jess replied.


What are you doing here whats your call sign? he said picking up the microphone.


X22 um.


The man held up his hand as he opened the radio channel.


X22 control?


Control go ahead X22, the radio buzzed.


 DC Benson. Who authorised PC Dayshe to be at target C?


Hold please!


About a minute later the radio crackled again.


X22? Dayshe is not authorised to be there. Sperle wants her back here.


On my way, Benson replied and rang off.


Jess wanted to disappear. Sperle, Hastings and Harewood stood in a little semicircle around her like some 
sort of inquisition tribunal. Sperle berated her with barely concealed anger.


What the hell were you doing there? You have compromised the whole operation.


Jess tried to speak but nothing came out. She wished the floor would open up.


Benson said Treadwell was at the Rainbow the whole time, sir, Hastings spoke in her defense.


Thats not the point. There could have been an accomplice there would have seen the license number of 
the car


It was unmarked, sir Jess managed to say.


Dont be nave, Sperle spat.


You can get the license numbers of all our cars on the Internet practically before they come out of the 
factory, Hastings told her, softly.


Exactly! Sperle said


Cant you close down the websites? Dayshe asked, changing the subject.


Wish we could its not illegal to note down registration numbers of cars, even Police ones.


Oh, said Jess, disappointed.


But its against regulations to park yourself outside of a house under surveillance to use a police vehicle 
without authorisation


You told me to research my subject, Jess interrupted.


The other officers turned towards Sperle.


I didnt mean I meant for you to look through the files and


You didnt say I wanted to see for myself to see where he lived familiarise myself with the 
neighbourhood


Very thorough, Harewood spoke up, no harm done it seems, but you must report to your supervising 
officer before you conduct such research, Dayshe. You may go.


After shed gone Sperle spoke to his commanding officer,


Sir, I think youre being too soft on her.


And I think youre being too harsh, Sperle. Shes keen, thats all, and I think shes learnt a valuable 
lesson.


Yes sir.


Later, Jess was ensconced in the records room with a stack of files concerning both Jerry Hanlon and Gray 
Treadwell. Chris breezed in with another armload.


Theyve got you in Records? Jess asked her friend.


Yes, sweet number too. I guess some people are organisers and some are karate champions. 


Dumping the files on the desk, Chris made a mock karate chop with her hand.


EEEaaahhh.


I dont feel much of a champion, Jess told her, miserably.


Hey, cheer up. Sperles been too long in the force. He doesnt know how to be nice anymore.


Well hes right. I screwed up.


So does everybody Hey, do you know something about your boyfriend?


My what? demanded Jess.


Treadwell yeah all right, I was just joking replied Chris, silencing her friend.


What about him?


Do you know, they have all his bank statements cheques hes written out in the past year the bill of 
sale for his car and house, Chris leaned closer,  and theyve even got a statement from the car dealer. Can 
you believe that?


I know Ive seen


All that information on both of them and absolutely nothing about drugs. Dont you think thats 
strange?


The detectives must know what theyre doing, replied Jess.


Well theyre not saying anything to anyone. Do you know what I think?


Youre not supposed to be reading the files, Chris.


I think, said Chris, ignoring Jess, that theyre being set up. Sperles so desperate for an arrest that hes 
trying to frame them.


Nonsense, Chris. They only do those things in the movies. Whatever they do they still have to go through 
the judicial process and if theyve been found to have planted evidence, theyll be kicked off the force.


Well see Chris said as she left.


Afterwards, Jess sat thinking. Chris did have a point, there WASNT any recent evidence of their 
involvement with drugs. Theyre bound to be recreational users of marijuana, sure, but little concrete proof 
that they were involved in anything, save purchasing the odd deal bag.


It seemed to her that the whole thing stemmed from Hanlons past convictions for manufacturing, 
trafficking and selling drugs and a bit of gossip from some gang associates. They all knew him, anyway 
from prison days. 


As for Treadwell, there was even less. He was an old friend of Hanlons and hed come into a large sum of 
money recently, nothing else. It seemed on the face of it, the detectives were putting two and two together 
and getting five.


Afterwards, she told Hastings of her feelings, although she said nothing about planting evidence.


Well, Yknow Sperles been a long time on the force. He believes in getting out there and snooping 
around rather than doing paperwork. A lot of what he hears never gets put in those reports. Real old school 
type. If hes said those two are up to no good, I wouldnt bet against him.




The next day Gray was alone in the caf so Hastings decided to begin the operation. They waited in the car 
across the street until the table next to Gray became vacant, then Jess entered.


Gray looked up as she sat down and took out her newspaper. Jess felt that her face was burning as she tried 
to concentrate on the puzzle.


Shed already selected a clue to ask him but she waited a while so as not to appear too obvious.


Another Latte bowl, thanks Lois.


His voice startled her. She hadnt expected him to be so well spoken.


Sure Gray, the waitress replied with an easy air of familiarity.


Jess suddenly felt out of place. This was Grays haunt and she was the intruder. She desperately wanted to 
get up and leave, to back out. She stayed because she didnt want to appear foolish to Hastings, Harewood 
and, above all, to Sperle.


With a sharp intake of breath to control her nerves she looked across to the next table and asked,


Excuse me. What have you got for 21 down?


She tried to smile but it appeared false.


Gray looked up in surprise. Jess was relieved that he seemed as flustered as she was.


21 down er lets see Ive got catalogue penciled in but that stuffs up 19 across.


Jess glanced up at him furtively but saw he had his head back down at the paper.


19 across have you got summer? Jess ventured.


Damn! Of course silly of me that would make 23 down Gray mumbled to himself.


Gray furiously scribbled in the clues. After a while he looked up, smiling.


Finished! he announced, triumphantly.


Can I borrow your paper? Jess asked, feeling bolder, Ive still got a bit to go.


Sure, Gray said, happily.


As Jess filled in the rest of her puzzle she felt Grays eyes on her.  Two puzzlers sharing a few clues, she 
told herself to calm her nervousness.


Gray, on the other hand, was trying to reconcile Jerry Hanlons conclusions about this woman. It intrigued 
him to think she might be a cop. 


What do you do for a living? he asked her.


Startled by the question, Jess had to think on her feet.


Im a Real Estate Agent, she replied, or training to be


Really? Gray replied, interested, Im thinking of investing in a bit of property myself. You wouldnt 
know of anything around, locally.


Ill have to check with the office can I get back to you? Jess hoped she sounded businesslike.


Tell you what, Gray pondered, How about you give me your mobile number and Ill give you a ring in a 
few days.


Jess thought briefly about the implications of this, but couldnt think of any perils.


Ok, she said, writing down her number on Grays paper.


Diane Sawyer, Gray read, like that American interviewer? 


Jess sucked in her breath, stupid, stupid, stupid, she said to herself. Of course, that must have been where 
I heard the name, on TV.


Jess thought she had plucked the name out of the air, but now she realised shed heard it before.


You must get that all the time, she heard Gray say.


Um yes, she smiled and got up to leave. Must be going work to do. 


Then she fled.


Its ok, ok, Hastings was saying in the car afterwards,  I heard everything, you did brilliantly.


No I didnt Diane Sawyer? Im such a fool and what do I know about real estate? Hell be ringing me 
in a few days and expect to be shown around some properties


Simmer down, we can fix that up. An ex-cop has a realty business over in Wentworth. Ill have a chat with 
her, ask her if she needs an assistant. She can show you the ropes too.


I was terrified my nerves


Just stick to your story, youll be ok. Go home and get some rest. Ill organise your cover story good 
thinking on your feet. I didnt expect him to snap so quickly. I think he likes you can you handle that?


Now THAT I can handle, replied Jess, Ive fended off more guys than


I bet you have, the detective said.


At the debriefing afterwards, Jess was told that she would have to move house. Her present apartment was 
widely known among the criminal fraternity as a police flat. Sperle had organised a central city apartment 
for a few weeks and wanted her to move right away.


Leave everything behind with your address on it, he told her, no redirection order for your mail, well re 
post everything to you. Nothing must connect you to the police, understand?


Jess nodded, she was exhausted.


Everythings furnished, just take your clothes and a few personal things. Your father was a cop, no?


Jess nodded, again.


No photos of the family then. We have a few you can spread around to make it more convincing some 
old family photos. Say theyre of old Uncle Harry or something. All your plates and cutlery, etceteras have 
been used nothing brand new-looking the boys have done a good job.


Jesss head swam with all the information. She went home straight to bed to spend a last night in her old 
flat.


She dreamed she was a twelve again. Fleeting images of dolls, little brothers and pretty dresses her mother 
used to make her wear.


She was drinking a glass of cola but it tasted strange then she was dancing she felt wonderful light-
headed. 


A man sat on a chair, watching her. She wanted to please him and make him happy. Little Jessica was 
putting on lipstick, she knew it was forbidden and she felt so naughty. She pouted and made faces at the 
man sexy faces she was licking a lollipop pushing it in and out of her mouth like she was sucking a 
penis.


But Jess didnt suck mens cocks. She didnt like the taste and she thought it was demeaning. Little Jessica 
couldnt help herself someone had put something in her cola and it made her do things she didnt want to 
do.


Now she was pulling up her dress for the man. He was saying, higher and higher, and she was doing what 
he said. Jessica was showing the stranger her little panties with the cartoon of Minnie Mouse on them.


Give me the panties, the stranger said.


She knew that voice, it was Grays. His face resolved itself in her dream and he was sitting there with a 
smirk on his face.


Give me the panties, he repeated,  and you can have your treat.


Both little Jessica and Jess knew what that treat was. It tented his expensive jeans, threatening to burst 
through the zipper.


Jessica was exposed to his slobbering gaze. Gray was telling her to put lipstick on her pussy. It was hairless 
and she was making it bright red. Bright red nether lips to match her face.


Come sit on my lap he was saying.


She was suddenly afraid. His cock was now in his hand and he was rubbing it up and down, masturbating 
himself.


Jessica was frightened but also excited and gooey stuff was seeping out of her cunt. It was all red and 
throbbed with arousal.


She was sitting on his lap, now, with her back to him so that his cock sprang up between her legs. His hand 
was still rubbing himself but she wanted to touch it too. As she did so it grew and grew until it nearly 
reached her chest.


Clear liquid was oozing out of the head and she wanted to lick it off. When she touched it with her tongue it 
tasted bitter and she wanted to be sick. Gray was forcing her head lower and lower but she wanted to get 
off his lap.


Suddenly she was lying on the rug by the fire and Gray was trying to force his enormous cock into her little 
entrance. It didnt fit but he was pushing anyway. She thought it was going to tear her.


Jess woke in a cold sweat to see Chris, once again standing over her.


Sorry she said, only I thought you were having another bad dream.


Jess shook herself fully awake and replied,


I was at least I think I was it was weird.


Ill say! Chris laughed, you sure need a boyfriend.


Huh, why?


Well um because when I came in you were I guess How should I put this? You were giving 
yourself a good time, Chris said, giggling.


Oh you mean oh god! Jess replied, covering her face.


Must have been a good dream. Who was the lucky guy, if you dont mind me being nosy?


I cant Im too embarrassed


Someone I know? A cop? Hastings? I think hes got his eye on you.


Jess shook her head.


I cant say


Gray Treadwell? Chris shrieked with laughter, youve got the hots for Gray Treadwell?


No! Jess protested.


Yes you have, look at your face, youre scarlet.


Jess threw a pillow at her friend as she bounced out of the room.


She was glad to be getting out of the flat for a while and living by herself. Chris was beginning to get on 
her nerves. Jess wished shed stop that silly dumb-blond, girls school act she puts on. Chris had a habit of 
treating everything as if it was a big game.


Her new home was pretty nice and in a good location. Sperle told her that she was to be the daughter of real 
estate agents whod done pretty well for themselves and they werent going to stand having their daughter 
living in a slum. Sperle told her that Realty tended to run in families, like Policemen.


Gray rang her on the third day. She was now working for Sampsons Real Estate as a trainee and had 
spent the last couple of days learning all about property, especially the jargon.


Dianne? Gray said, Gray Treadwell, we met in the Rainbow Caf and


Oh yes, replied Jess, youre looking for investment properties.


Thats right.


Have you a price range location in mind? Jess had been coached about this conversation.


Maybe near the University around the $100,000, $150,000 mark. Nothing too flashy but not a slum 
either.


Sure, sure. I think we have got a few places that might interest you property is moving pretty fast at the 
moment, especially that area. Are you free this afternoon?


Sure, after lunch?


Lets see, I have a 1 oclock, how about 2?


Ok, 2 then. 


Jess gave him the address of Sampsons then rang off.


Hold the file in your hand, Hastings was telling her, gives your hands something to do. Hold it to your 
chest, sort of like a psychological shield.


Jess thought the mention of her chest made Hastings blush. Shed been listening to Chris too much.


Youll be on your own but dont worry. Keep your cellphone handy and program 1 in. If you get into 
trouble, push send and well be there in minutes, ok?


Got it!


Dont be too clever with these people, Jess. Criminals like Treadwell are quick on the uptake. Just play the 
Real Estate act as we rehearsed and let it play out.


Jess thought he was more nervous then she was. Perhaps Chris was right and he had a thing for her.


Dont worry, Ill be ok, Jess re-assured the Detective.


Gray was prompt. He shook her hand briefly and she escorted him to the company car.


The first ones over by the hills, nice outlook but a bit more than what you wanted to pay.


Jess had learned the old trick of showing the expensive properties first. Testing to see how high he would 
be willing to go.


As they drove to the properties Gray talked amiably. Curiously he seem to dodge questions about himself 
but instead asked about her.


Jess told him the cover story.


My parents were in realty and its all Ive wanted to do.


Jess had substituted realty for Police otherwise it wasnt far from the truth.  Keep your stories simple, 
Hastings had told her.


So what about yourself? Jess asked him, what do you do?


Retired, Gray said,  dont need to work anymore, so I dont.


So, what, you keep investments? 


Jess was pushing him and she knew it.


Stock market, you mean? Might as well bet on the horses I keep my money tight Gray replied, 
vaguely.


So, are you married? Jess said, changing the subject.


Why? You looking for a job? he said, smiling.


Jess flushed bright red. She wished she didnt do that when she felt embarrassed.


No way Im single and loving it, Jess told him with more fervour than she intended.


Sorry, just kidding, Gray told her, abashed.


No, its alright just a bit of stuff came up lately um the next place is up this hill to the right.


Sounds like youve got a story or two to tell, the man said,  come for a drink afterwards and we can 
discuss it.


Um cant Im sorry got other clients, Jess told him, a little flustered.


No worries, Gray said,  perhaps another time?


Sure, Jess found herself saying, now this was built in the fifties


Jess had got through the first meeting and had set up the next. Things were going along just fine.


This is too easy, she thought to herself, whos playing who?


Part three follows.


Katzmarek 

































