Dangerous Woman

Chapter 1

Raymond rubbed his temples as Fletcher continued to ramble about his story.

All he wanted was to have a strong drink and then go to bed, but somehow Fletcher managed to weasel his way into his house.

"And then comes the beautiful Cami Pearson." Fletcher began making Ray's head snap up.

"What does she have to do with all of this?" Ray asked.

He never really knew Mickey's sister Camille. She was someone he kept very tight lipped about. The last time Ray could recall Mickey mentioning her name was when their mother had passed away two years prior.

"Oh, my love, she has everything to do with this story." Fletcher answered him with a flirtatious smile.

"I don't know her."

"Maybe not, but I do." Fletcher told him as he dropped a stack of pictures onto the table in front of him.

Slowly, Ray picked up the photos. There was Camille, walking around New York, greeting friends or eating lunch among other pictures.

"Oh, it's really starting to warm up now, isn't it?" Fletcher asked him excitedly, patting his legs.

"Didn't know your job brought you out of the country, Fletcher." Ray told him nonchalantly, dropping the photos back onto the table.

"Me? Oh no, darling. I wouldn't be caught dead outside of England. New York is a disgusting place." Fletcher informed him, shaking his body as if to get some type of chill out of his body.

"What does Mickey's sister have to do with this, Fletcher?" He asked, wanting to know if she was in danger.

"That's the thing, darling. I don't know. I can't make heads or tails of it, but I do know that she has been talking to a lot of important people who happen to be connected to Mickey. If word got out about that.. well our dear Cami could find herself in hot water." Fletcher answered, feigning sadness.

Ray's jaw ticked in anger. He didn't know Camille, but he knew how much she meant to his boss. He had to call him, but he didn't want to let Fletcher know that he was doing it. He would have to wait it out for a while until he moved onto a different topic which annoyed the shit out of Ray.

One painful hour later, Ray had finally managed to get Fletcher outside after ordering him to take his cigarette out in the back.

The two stood under a canopy beside Ray's bbq.

"So what is that, is that a bbq as well?" Fletcher asked, gesturing toward the fireplace that doubled as a bbq.

"Yes it is, Fletcher."

"I love a barbie." He continued, admiring it. "That is useful. So it heats up your knees and cooks at the same time? You gotta show me how to get one of them."

"Well, you can take it with you if you fuck off now." Ray told him.

"Ray... is there any chance of a steak?" Fletcher asked, not ready to leave quite yet.

Ray stared at him, debating on if he should shove his face against the glass above the fire before an idea came to his mind.

"Yeah, alright. I've got some wagyu in the freezer as it happens." He agreed begrudgingly.

"Oh, I've never had wagyu." Fletcher excitedly replied.

"Well it'll be wasted on you, but it's all I've got."

"I'll get it, mate." Fletcher offered.

"No, no. You're alright just stay right there." Ray declined.