Uptown detectives: Star Struck

Chapter 4 - Mother, a murder and a missing person

I slammed my front door shut and hooked my Jet black designer coat on the coat rack. I walked as if I had rocks in my heels through my houses neutral, minimalistic corridors until I reached my lavish looking kitchen. Throwing myself back I screamed.

"Mother!" My mother sat gracefully on my kitchen island's stool. She held a half empty wine glass in one hand and an envelope in the other.

"Clementine." She answered, seemingly unruffled by my shrieks of surprise.

"Sorry." I straightened myself out and walked over to my wine rack. "More wine? Mother." She nodded and I brought the bottle to her, poured her a glass and put the wine away.

"Sit" mother commanded before she took a sip of her wine. I sat. "I've asked Mr Boatsy for all your cases to be mailed to me as soon as you have received them." I nodded obediently. There is not much point in arguing with the widowed Amalie Yamaski. She is a woman, boss, mother and was a wife in control.

10 years ago my father, Yaeto Yamaski, was gunned down in a race to catch the now caught murderer of 4 year old girl who's life ended at the Hamley's toy shop. My mother has been the same the same ever since, from what I've seen at least. As far as I knew she was a happy woman until my uncle -her brother- died a year or so before I was born. From then on she has been 'silent, strict and statue like' joked my late father. Despite his words I knew he loved her very much, my mother (I hope) loved him too. Dear mother had trained me since I could talk how to be polite, proper and successful. Like her in her fashion business and in the career that she chose for me, which was the same as my father's.

"Good to see you have your contact lens in." Mother spied at my dark brown eyes.

"Perfectly pretty." We synchronised as mother taught me to. Mother nodded in approval.

"So, a missing pop star?" Mother spoke raising an eyebrow.

"Yes mother. Jack-Jack, his stage name, or Jack Johnson, birth name, went missing during a Friday night concert. Details have been filled in by Sylvia Smith a Jack-Jack and fan who was sitting in the V.I.P area at the time the pop star went missing. I had read and memorised the case as soon the file was handed to me and my assistant."

"Ah, I trust your assistant is obedient?" Mother questioned. I huffed and puffed and rolled my eyes but straightened up when I saw my mothers glaring eyes.

"Montgomery Avent or Monty" - I mocked- "is rude and crude. He ignored my handshake!" My mother raised a dismissive hand.

"Avent you say? No matter if had done such a thing. If I have gotten the right boy, he comes from a family richer, more famous and more respected then us." (And we were very well off)

"I could te-" I tried to start whining again but was stopped by my mother as she carried on with her information about the Avent family.

"Their youngest child is most likely far much smarter then you. Treat your assistant with respect but make sure he treats the same as you don't want to be demeaned." My mother took a sip of her wine. "As I would expect you to anyway."

My phone buzzed. I swift fully plucked it out of my jean pocket, gave the caller ID a quick glance and answered. "Mr Boatsy, hello. Really?" I gave my mother a sickened look. "Yes I can get down there tomorrow morning. Ok, have a nice evening Mr Boatsy." I gave my mother another look as I placed my phone down.

"Well?" Mother raised her voice very slightly taking another sip over wine.

"Sylvia Smith, the mad fan I talked about earlier, has been murdered."

"How? When? By who?" Mother pushed questions into my mind.

"The body was just found near a block of flats." I tried to answer as quickly as possible as not to annoy mother.

"Keep on your toes!" You should've asked Mr Boatsy everything over the phone when he told you!" She finished her glass of wine with an annoyed expression on her face. "Another." Mother slid the wine marked glass over to me.