Uniform Stealing Board

Magdalene Murdock’s harsh words and swift action provoked a myriad of reactions among the women who were now trapped in the building and accused of being a criminal, which ranged from outrage to fear and even an undisguised sense of amusement by the situation, which was the case of Helga Hoeness, the blonde curator.

Surprisingly, it was Brenda who took control of the situation. ‘Everyone remains calm. The police are here, no need to panic. Detective House will conduct a swift investigation which will clarify everything’, the blonde said, making a gesture to her friend and lover.

Brandy looked at Brenda, wearing the clothes she had borrowed from officers Segura and Svenson, with profound affection. She looked amazing wearing the light-blue shirt, black skirt, black tie, hat and badge which composed the police uniform, but she was also inhabiting the role, commanding authority, and the brunette detective was deeply moved and turned on by it. However, she maintained her composure and immediately sprang into action. ‘That is correct. We will sort this out very quickly. I want to interview all of you in turns while the rest waits here under the supervision of Mia McKenzie. The building will continue to remain in lockdown for the time being’, Brandy said looking at everyone, but especially at Mia, the head of security, and the Major to let them know that she was respecting their authority as well. The raven-haired guard stared at her with her pale, blue eyes and nodded, while Murdock’s eldest daughter seemed to be satisfied by the course of events.

Realising that, at least for now, she was in charge of the situation, Brandy asked Natalie Rimini and Autumn Andrews to have a private chat with her first and to please bring their luggage with them, so it was not on the way. The stewardess and the young cheerleader seemed taken aback, but they followed the detective and the blonde woman who they thought was a police officer with their suitcases without protesting.

Brandy whispered to Brenda: ‘You are doing great, but things might turn dangerous from now on, so every time that I use the word ‘concern’, take your gun out. One more thing: please, tell me that this little backpack of yours is full of ropes and gags, as usual, and that you did not use everything you had with Segura and Svenson at my apartment’. The blonde nodded, smiling, and winked an eye at Brandy, reassuring the brunette detective.

The four women arrived to a small storage room and, before Brandy could start questioning the suspects, Natalie shouted: ‘This is preposterous, detective. I did not do anything’.

Brandy calmly replied to the brunette stewardess: ‘Madam, I just want to ask you a few questions, you do not need to be concerned’. When the detective saw that Brenda had immediately followed her hint, sticking out her gun and pointing it at the suspect, she immediately changed her tune: ‘Ok, let’s cut to the chase. I know that you are not Murdock’s extramarital daughter because you do not like him at all, and I know that you are not a real stewardess because you would have not left the suitcases at the entrance, where anyone could trip on them, like Mia did before. You are the escaped convict from Pacific City. After you stole the marshal’s uniform you realised that you needed a new change of clothes, so you attacked Natalie Rimini, took her stewardess uniform and boarded the flight she was supposed to take. What you did not know is that you would be brought here, for the reading of the will of your second victim’s father, before you could escape’.

The brunette stared at Brandy with unmitigated hatred and refused to answer, but it was plain as day that the detective was absolutely right. Beaming with pride, Brandy said: ‘It is ok if you do not want to talk, but we are going to restrain you, so you do not escape before Pacific City police confirm what we all know. Also, you are wearing a stolen uniform, so take off her clothes. It is only fair that if the real Natalie Rimini is bound and gagged in her underwear in a bathroom’ stall, next to the equally bound, gagged and scantily clad marshal, you experience the same fate than your victims’.

The escaped criminal threw a killing look at Brandy, but the detective and Brenda’s attitude and, especially, the blonde’s gun made her realise that she had to comply. The brunette then pulled off her red blazer, throwing it to the floor angrily, and loosened her silk scarf. Then, she started to unbutton her white shirt, revealing her perky tits covered by a lacy aquamarine bra, and unzipped her red skirt and let it fell, showing her toned legs encased in black pantyhose and the lacy aquamarine panties that she was wearing underneath them.

Brenda lost no time and, after producing a roll of tape from her backpack, she circled the criminal’s hands behind her back and taped her ankles. The blonde also used tape to gag and blindfold the fake stewardess and, just to be sure that the imposter could no escape, she circled her thighs and chest with additional tape, leaving her completely trussed-up.

Brandy then directed her attention to the cheerleader, who had witnessed everything with a mixture of awe and concern. Once again, the detective lost no time and went straight to the point: ‘I know that you are an imposter as well, because you do not look alike Mr Murdock either, and because I am sure that the real Autumn Andrews is bound and gagged inside that enormous suitcase. I also know that you did not try to steal the Blue Ruby, but what I ignore is who you are and what you are doing here’.

The blonde cheerleader’s face grew livid and she started to stutter, denying it, but Brandy would have none of it. ‘Let’s no waste my precious time. If you tell me everything you know, I promise that we will be lenient’, the detective said, while gesturing Brenda to open the gigantic suitcase.

Before the blonde cop could do it, the cheerleader confessed: ‘Alright. I am sorry: this was supposed to be a prank but it went a bit out of hand. My name is Faith McAllister and I go to the same college as Autumn. She is the leader of a rival sorority and last week she and her cunty friends spiked our drinks, so me and my friends woke up tied, gagged and naked in the middle of campus. We wanted revenge, so, when I found out that she was leaving town for a few days, I even got a plane ticket in the same flight as Autumn to follow her. I finally found my chance after we landed here, and when I realised that she was carrying such an enormous suitcase, I saw the opportunity to teach the bitch a real lesson instead of leaving her just tied and naked in an airport’s bathroom. I did not know that a car was waiting for her and that I would end up being dragged to this shit-show. I have not stolen anything, I swear’.

‘Alright. I believe you. Now you know what you have to do’, Brandy calmly responded. The blonde cheerleader immediately took off her white trainers and her purple and yellow skirt and shirt.

The detective and Brenda took a minute to have a good look at the attractive college student, who looked gorgeous wearing only white cheeky panties and a matching white bra with a cute pink ribbon, before the blonde dressed as a cop started to restrain her as well. This time, Brenda used rope to tie the blonde’s hands behind her back and her ankles. Then, she produced another coil of rope to place her in a hogtie. Finally, she silenced the college student, who had started to protest, unhappy to be in such a tight bondage, with a red ball-gag.

In the meantime, Brandy opened the enormous suitcase. As she expected, the real Autumn Andrews was inside it, completely naked. Murdock’s extramarital daughter had inherited the looks of her father, as her luscious, pixie-cut black hair showed. She probably had the same pale blue, almost grey eyes, but the young woman was blindfolded with tape. More tape had been used to gag her, to restrain her hands and elbows, and to circle her thighs and calves in a frog-tie. A vibrator was taped to her pussy.

Brandy noticed that, despite being severely bound and gagged, the real cheerleader moaned and squirmed with pleasure. The detective and then Brenda, once she had finished restraining the imposter, admired Autumn’s fit body, especially her pert tits, for a while. By that time, the college student realised that, whoever had found her, did not have the intention of freeing her immediately, so she started to furiously wriggle until the feeling of another wave of pleasure coming from the vibrator made her stop.

‘Freeing her now will complicate things a little bit. Besides, she is no saint either. After what she did to the college students of the other sorority, I think she can stay bound and gagged for a little longer’, Brandy whispered to Brenda as they left the storage room.
‘You do not need to convince me, honey’, the blonde cop answered, giving Brandy’s round ass an affectionate spank. ‘You were impressive. It is amazing how you figured out all of that’, Brenda continued, her eyes glowing.

Brandy did not have time to continue the conversation because they had already arrived to the museum’s main room, where seven women stared at them, surprised that only the detective and the policewoman came back. Brandy, however, quickly stopped any speculation: ‘I am afraid to inform you that neither Natalie Rimini or Autumn Andrews are the ones who tried to steal the Blue Ruby and we already knew that they were not here when the museum’s alarm went off earlier. Therefore, I need to continue my investigation’.

The detective checked her watch: It was 4.17 pm, so she still had almost an hour before informing her boss. Therefore, Brandy looked at Hope and Micaela, Murdock’s two granddaughters, and asked them to go for a chat. The blonde and the brunette brats wearing tennis outfits looked at the detective insolently but, after a few seconds, decided to comply, so the four women walked to a small office not very far from the museum’s main room.

Once they arrived there, Brandy told them: ‘I need your phones, please”.
Surprisingly, it was the youngest of the two, the curvy brunette, who took the lead and angrily answered: ‘No way, pig. You have no right to do that. We are not speaking without a lawyer being present’.

The detective sighed and said: ‘Ok, I do not have much time to lose, so hear me out. You are the two environmental activists who showed their tits in the museum a couple of months ago to protest against climate change, global warning or whatever you accused Murdock and his oil company of doing. You wanted to attract attention to your cause again, so you thought that it would be a good idea to humiliate Hope and Micaela Murdock because they are famous influencers and they work for their grandfather’s company. You attacked them earlier this morning and then tried to escape disguised as them, but you were unlucky: the museum’s alarm went off, you ran into the security guards and then you got stuck here, pretending to be those privileged brats in their tennis outfits. You have been trying to upload to your social media the pictures and videos you took of them, but what you did not know is that the property is full of frequency inhibitors which block cell phones’ signals. Also, no one wears lacy panties to go play tennis. Not that it matters, because you are terrible at it and it was obvious from the security footage that you were imposters’.

The blonde and the brunette looked at each other, unable to answer. They were particularly dumbfounded by the detective’s comment about their lingerie, so Brandy resumed talking: ‘As I said, I am in a bit of a hurry. Give me your phones and tell me everything you know and I will find a way of helping you. To be honest, I sympathize with your cause too’. This time, the blonde activist handed her phone immediately after unlocking it and, after a few seconds of hesitation and only after she was sure that her reluctance was well-known, the curvy brunette did the same.

Brandy and Brenda examined the most recent content of the two activists’ phones with attention, to be sure that they did not miss anything important. The real Hope, a slim, attractive blonde with pale blue eyes, and Micaela, a curvy brunette, but not as voluptuous as the young woman who had stolen her clothes, with pale blue eyes too, were bound and gagged in their underwear. While Hope had opted for Calvin Klein black bikini panties and a grey sport bra, Micaela was wearing white tanga panties and matching t-shirt bra. The two activists had been reckless enough (or fool enough) to appear in some pictures, taking selfies of them wearing the stolen tennis outfits next to their victims and political signs which read ‘Oil kills’, ‘Your privilege (private jets), our problem (climate change)’ and things like that. The situation escalated at some point: the two activists started to fondle the two brats, and they even took their breasts out of their sports bra. The movement of Micaela’s huge melons when she wriggled, trying to fence her attackers’ groping, was mesmerizing. In the end, the two activists blindfolded the two young women and gave a short speech, explaining their cause, while they taunted the collaborators who had received their just punishment for killing the planet, ready to upload it to Tik Tok when they got signal. Brandy and Brenda exchanged a quick look, unable to hide how much the predicament of the Hope and Micaela turned them on. The detective could not conceal a smile when her blonde friend told her that she was going to send all those pictures and videos to her phone to keep them as ‘evidence’.

The detective, now looking serious, ordered the two activists to take off their stolen clothes. The blonde and the curvy brunette started to protest, especially the latter, saying that they had not tried to steal the Blue Ruby, but when they realised that Brandy and the woman who they thought was a police officer remained adamant in their demand, they yielded. The detective saw with approval that they were wearing lacy white and black bras, respectively, which matched the lacy white and black panties she and Brenda had had a chance to get a glimpse before and now they could examine in earnest. Brandy was tempted to make the two activists to spin, to explore their bodies in detail, but she knew that it would look very unprofessional, even for the standards of a situation like this one.

Consequently, the detective ordered the two young women to sit on the floor, back to back, and asked Brenda to use ‘medium difficulty’ knots. The blonde tied the activists’ hands behind their backs, resting on each other’s laps and circled her ankles with rope. The activists resumed their protests, thinking that the police had lied to them, so Brenda produced two ball-gags from the never-ending trove that was her backpack to silence them.

‘We are going to continue our investigation, so let’s see if you know how to untie knots as well as you know how to tie them. If you are, you might have time to get the hell out of here before I can call for back-up and the place is swamped with police officers’, Brandy told to the two activists, who started to frantically squirm. The detective and Brenda looked at the two young women sensuous wriggling for a few seconds and then left the office, closing the door.

‘That was impressive again and a lot of fun. I am amazed of how much you could figure out by watching the security feed and talking to the suspects. What is our next move?’, Brenda said, looking lovingly at Brandy.
‘This was the easy part, listening to the tales of those that I had already figured out had nothing to do with this mystery, but there is one missing piece in the puzzle. I need factual evidence in order to prove my theory. Also, there might be new unforeseen twists, like the appearance of the missing maid a few minutes ago’, explained Brandy.
‘Do you think she had anything to do with this?’, said Brenda, with renewed excitement.
‘No, but she ran into the criminal, that is why we found her bound and gagged in her underwear and, more importantly, unconscious, so she cannot tell us what she saw’, Brandy said. ‘Anyway, I think our conversation with these women might have rattled the criminal. I would not be surprised if she makes another move soon’, the brunette detective concluded.

The situation was clearly deteriorating in the museum’ main room when Brandy and Brenda came back. Elizabeth Huckney and Major Magdalene Murdock argued with vehemence. The late millionaire’s lawyer demanded to her client’s daughter to let them leave immediately, arguing that it was not possible to continue with the will’s reading in these conditions. The military woman replied that she refused to use the remote to open the museum’s security gates until the detective found out who had tried to steal the Blue Ruby. Mia Mackenzie, the pretty raven-haired head of security, was trying to mediate with not much success while Felicia, the blonde paralegal, sat coyly, watching her bosses’ increasingly getting angrier. By contrast, Helga Hoeness seemed to be utterly enjoying the situation. She had even managed to procure herself a drink.

When the blonde curator saw that Brandy and Brenda had returned, she pointed to a tray full of glasses of water and after a few seconds she said: ‘Mia brought this in case people were thirsty, but everyone is busy, fighting each other. I can get you something fancier, if you want’. The brunette detective immediately stopped drinking and replied: ‘Thanks, but we are working. In fact, I need to resume my interviews’.

That is when the lights went off for a third time.

Once again, Brandy tried to heighten her senses in the midst of the ensuing pandemonium. Despite the shouting, the brunette detective could hear some footsteps, so she carefully walked towards the Blue Ruby. She was only a mere few feet away from the jewel, but it is hard to walk with confidence when it is pitched black. Realising that she might be running out of time, Brandy gave a couple of strides, until she clashed with someone. Then, the detective heard the unmistakable noise of breaking glass. Ten seconds later, the light came back.

The Blue Ruby had smashed into pieces after falling to the floor. Also, Major Magdalene Murdock had vanished into thin air. The rest of the women looked at each other, dumbfounded, and then, they stared at Brandy, waiting for the detective to make sense of what had just happened.

Brandy hesitated for a few seconds because her gifted brain needed a little extra time than usual to process what she had just seen or, better said, heard, and to integrate it in her theory. After a dramatic stop, Brandy said with confidence: ‘The Blue Ruby was fake and the criminal did not know it. By contrast, Miss Huckney did, because it was not included in the inventory that she had ordered Felicia Ferrel to make before the reading of the will. I saw it when we visited her room to question her’. The detective also had a vivid memory of the blonde paralegal’s round ass on display, only covered by black cheeky panties, when she was kneeling on the floor, trying to collect the papers scattered by the wind.

Felicia Ferrel blushed but Elizabeth Huckney looked at Brandy defiantly. Then, the attractive lawyer replied with confidence: ‘I cannot discuss my client’s business until we read his will. There are also more urging matters now, such as finding the criminal who tried to stole the jewel and the Major, unless they are both the same person’.

It was Mia McKenzie who took the initiative this time. ‘The house is full of secret passages but every exit should be closed with a gate. When we hear that the criminal has pressed the remote, we will be able to leave the museum as well and chase her’.

Brandy House paid no heed to the head of security’s comment. The brunette detective felt that she could no concentrate properly and she started to doubt herself, her insecurity after her last case’s debacle creeping in. However, she continued to scrutinize the room, looking for the entrance to secret passage that the criminal had obviously used.

Suddenly, everyone heard the noise that indicated that the museum’s gates were open. Mia McKenzie rushed to the front door, but Brandy continued to explore the room. After a few seconds, her face brightened. ‘Please, everyone else remain here while Brenda and I… I mean, officer Watkinson and I pursue the criminal’, the detective said. Then, the brunette detective pulled a fake candle which hung on a wall, opening a secret door.

Brandy and Brenda used their otherwise useless phones as torches to light their way through a dark and narrow corridor. Only a mere few feet away, Major Magdalene Murdock laid on the floor, unconscious and scantily clad.

Whoever had attacked the Major, dragging her to the secret passage, had also stolen her uniform, consisting of dark green skirt and blazer, light-green shirt and black tie, and her shoes, so the short and attractive military woman was only wearing white cheeky panties and a matching bra. The criminal was obviously in a hurry, so she had only time to tie Magdalene’s hands behind her back with the raven-hair’s own brown pantyhose.

In fact, the criminal was close by because both Brandy and Brenda heard some steps. The blonde cop started to run and the brunette detective followed her despite being pitched dark. The runaway took a corner and, only a few seconds later, the chaser clashed against someone who was running in the opposite direction. Brenda rushed to take the phone out of her pocket and pointed the light towards the woman she just had ran into. The blonde was completely perplexed when she saw Mia McKenzie sitting on the floor, completely dumbfounded as well.

Brandy arrived five seconds later and was similarly surprised to see Mia McKenzie sitting on the floor. Despite the tension and confusion, the detective did not fail to notice that the raven-haired guard’s skirt had hiked up her legs, so she got a glimpse of her green lacy panties underneath black pantyhose.

With a light blush, the head of security stood up and said: ‘Come on, she cannot be far from here. I came here through a secret door outside the museum that I know of. There are more, but we do not even know how many, so the criminal might need some time to find any of them’. Without waiting for an answer, she started to ran and Brenda followed her.

Brandy felt a bit lightheaded and doubted what to do. Things were precipitating and she needed to slow down. She needed time to think and to dispel the intruding thoughts originated from her past blunder that made her doubt herself. No matter how outlandish it might look, once you rule out other alternative possibilities, the one remaining must be the truth. And there was evidence of it now. She had seen it. She was going to solve the case this time.

Brenda and Mia soon arrived to a dead-end, so the brunette detective caught up with them in a matter of minutes. Brandy felt that she was not as sharp as usual, but that did not prevent her from finding a hidden button in the wall. After she pressed it, a secret door opened, allowing the three women to leave the museum.

Brandy, Brenda and Mia walked towards the mansion’s entrance and they immediately noticed that the military vehicle which had brought Magdalene Murdock was missing. The Major’s driver, a pretty brunette in her mid-twenties who wore her hair in a bun, laid on the floor unconscious, wearing only pink panties and a matching t-shirt bra. Once again, the criminal was in a hurry, so she had used the military woman’s own brown pantyhose to tie her hands behind her back, but then she had left with the soldier’s clothes without having time to restrain her legs of gag her, hoping that she would not wake up from her induced slumber any time soon.

The three women rushed towards the main entrance without giving the bound and scantily clad military woman a second thought, although both Brandy and Brenda hoped that they would have more time to give her a second hard look later. The mansion’s main gate was open and the security guards’ office eerily quiet, which did not bode well for the pursuers’ hopes.

Consequently, when they accessed the guards’ office, Brandy was not surprised in the slightest to find the three security guards who worked with Mia McKenzie at the mansion bound, gagged, blindfolded and in a state of undress. The three of them had their hands and ankles ziptied while stripes of tape covered their mouths and eyes. Two of them, a slim blonde with wavy hair and a petite brunette, were wearing Intimissimi’s white bikini panties underneath brown pantyhose and matching bras while the third one, a curvy Latina with curly black hair, had opted for a red thong underneath black pantyhose and matching lacy bra.

‘We were just trailing that bitch. How did she have time to restrain and undress the three guards that easily and so fast? Also, not that I do mind, but why did she take their uniforms? Does she work with someone else?’ Brenda asked, trying to catch her breath, but giving an intense scan at the three hot guards, who looked delicious bound, gagged and blindfolded in their underwear.

“The three guards’ bondage started a while ago. The criminal took care of them before accessing the mansion through one of the secret doors. As for the stolen clothes, the criminal does not want us to know whether she is using a military uniform or a security guard’s for her escape’, Brandy explained while keeping her eyes fixed on the security guards, who squirmed to no avail.

‘We will need pliers to cut my colleagues’ zip-ties. There must be a pair in the storage or somewhere. More pressingly, there is a landline phone which still works in the museum’s office. You can use it to report about the escaped criminal’, Mia McKenzie said, looking at Brandy.

The brunette detective felt very tired. After a few seconds, she sighed and said: ‘You are right. Although the criminal failed to steal anything, we need to alert that she is on the loose, wearing a military or security guard uniform before she attacks another woman to get a change of clothes’.

Once they realised that they were not going to be freed immediately, the three security guards started to wriggle furiously. Their faces turned red from screaming, but the tape that covered their mouths muffled their protests. ‘We will be back soon, I promise’, Brandy said before giving the hot guards a last look for now.

Brandy, Brenda and Mia walked quickly towards the museum. The brunette detective made a passing-by comment, indicating that they should call their boss Cpt London first, in order to assuage his ‘concerns’, and her face beamed with joy when she realised that Brenda had gotten the secret hint again. The blonde quietly drew her gun, ready to intervene. Mia opened the museum’s main door and Brandy knew that it was her chance. The brunette detective pushed the head of security, who fell to the floor, and drew her gun as well.

Brenda could not believe what her eyes were seeing. Helga Hoeness, Elizabeth Huckney and Felicia Ferrel could not do it either, up to the point that the three women forgot about their predicament for a second. The museum’s curator, the lawyer and the paralegal were sitting on chairs, with their hands ziptied behind their back, their ankles taped to the chair’s legs, their mouths silenced with ball-gags and in varying stages of undress.

Helga’s fancy and provocative dress had been completely cut, so the blonde curator was only wearing black stockings, yellow lacy panties and a matching lacy bra which has been lowered, leaving her enormous breasts fully on display. Next to her, Elizabeth Huckney’s clothes were still present, but they did not cover much of their owner’s enticing body. The mature and attractive lawyer’s white shirt had been ripped, so her golden necklace with a blue jewel could be seen resting on the redhead’s generous breasts, only partially covered by a light-purple bra. Her black trousers had been pulled down, revealing her round thighs, and light-purple hipster panties with a cute dark-purple ribbon. Finally, Felicia’s clothes were dishevelled. The blonde paralegal’s skirt had hiked up her legs, so now her light-brown stockings and lacy white panties could be seen without effort. Her white shirt was partially unbuttoned and one of her perky tits had escaped from the cup of her lacy white bra. Felicia’s ball-gag was lowered because it was her time of being interrogated. That is why there was also a vibrator placed on the blonde paralegal’s crotch.

Shocking and alluring as this image was. What Brenda’s brain could not fully process was the fact that it was Mia McKenzie the one who was standing next to the three women, pinching Felicia’s perky tit with one hand and holding the vibrator which stimulated the blonde paralegal’s pussy with the other.

The blonde disguised as a cop stared at the woman who laid on the floor, after being pushed by Brandy, and the one standing in front of them and they were both identical. ‘Holy shit, the head of security has a fucking twin! How did you figure it out?’, the blonde dressed as a cop yelled with enthusiasm despite her evident tiredness.

Brandy’s eyes fell heavy too, she could not even examine the three bound, gagged and scantily clad women’s alluring bodies as much as she would like. Also, she needed to remain vigilant for Mia and her sister, because she knew they were very dangerous. The situation was tense, because the detective was not sure that the two criminals would comply with any orders they gave them despite having guns pointed at them, so she checked her watch with the corner of her eye and, when she saw that it was 4.47, she realised that it was the perfect time to explain what has happened to Brenda and the captive women.

‘Elementary, my dear officer Watkinson. When you examine all the events, the only rational explanation is that there were two criminals working together. They thought that Mia’s sister, let’s call her Tia for the time being, could easily steal the Blue Ruby because she was wearing a uniform like her sister’s and there were no security cameras outside or inside the museum. Also, Mia had an alibi because she was in Helga’s room at the time. First problem: the maid ran into Tia shortly after she had been talking to Mia in a different part of the mansion, so the intruder had to take care her. She knocked her out and hid it somewhere. Second problem: contrary to common belief, identical twin’s fingerprints are not the same, so when Tia tried to open the museum’s door, she triggered the alarm. She climbed the wall and hid in Felicia’s bedroom, which was empty because the paralegal was having breakfast in the kitchen. She left the window opened. That is why Felicia’s papers ended up scattered around the room’, Brandy detailed with gusto, happy to show off how smart she was.

The brunette detective exchanged a quick look with Brenda and then fixed her eyes on the twin sisters. From their attitude it was evident that they were not going to surrender that easily. Brandy was brave, but she was not the best with a gun. Similarly, her blonde friend and lover had a lot of heart, but, in the end, she was a paramedic, not real police, so the detective doubted what to do. Once again, she got a glimpse of her watch, and when she saw that it was 4.52, she thought she could continue explaining the case to her captive (also in a literal sense) audience.

‘Ok, I think we have time, so I can explain how the two sisters adapted their plan after the initial setback. Later, when Helga opened the museum for the will’s reading, Tia entered the museum and went to the upper floor, where she tampered with the fuse box. In the meantime, Mia took care of her fellow security guards and of Major Magdalene’s driver, to help her sister’s future escape, that is why she arrived late to the will’s reading, tripping with Autumn’s suitcase when she entered the museum. When her sister arrived, Tia hid, and when the lights went off, she opened the wardrobe’s door, revealing the bound and gagged maid, which she had moved there before. This was a distraction, so, when the lights went off again, everyone would scream, silencing the noise created by the opening of the secret door. Third problem: Major Magdalene is a feisty woman, so when she felt a presence near the Blue Ruby, she jumped the intruder. Mia walked there, to help her sister escape through the secret door, but they could not take the jewel with them. That is why the third time that the lights went off, they worked in tandem. Tia attacked the military woman with chloroform, dragging her to the secret passage, while Mia stole the Blue Ruby. Fourth problem: Mia ran into me and the fake jewel fell, breaking into pieces. There was also a fifth problem: I knew that there must be a secret passage, so when Tia saw me inspecting the wall, she used the remote to open the museum’s gate, hoping that I would use the front gate to leave the building, instead of continue searching for the secret door. When she saw what I was doing, she quickly started to undress Major Magdalene Murdock, in order to make me believe that the intruder was going to use her military uniform to escape. I found the way of opening the secret door quite quickly, that is why she did not even have time to properly restrain or gag the military woman. Brenda and I chased her and, when she realised that we were getting closer, she decided to do something bold: she ran back and clash with us. She pretended to be her sister, who had accessed the secret passage from another door to chase the criminal, but by then, I had the piece of factual information that proved that my theory, no matter how outlandish it looked like, was the truth. Brenda had told me that she got a glimpse of Mia’s sexy lingerie when she fell to the floor after tripping with the suitcase: The head of security was wearing purple lacy panties underneath black pantyhose. The woman we ran into in the secret passage looked exactly like Mia and she was wearing sexy lingerie as well, but her lacy panties were green, not purple. She was a different person’, Brandy explained with a ragged breath after having to talk that much.

Everyone was impressed by Brandy’s explanation, even the two criminals, but the brunette detective knew that the game was not over yet. ‘The rest of the story is obvious. Brenda and I followed Tia, who tried to feed us a story of a runaway criminal, while Mia started to interrogate Helga, Elizabeth and Felicia, thinking that the curator, the lawyer or the paralegal knew where the real Blue Ruby was. I can tell you that: Melchior Murdock sold it, except for the small piece that we can see in Elizabeth’s necklace. Besides her lawyer, she probably was her lover at some point too’, Brandy concluded, making everyone raise their eyebrows with surprise, except the attractive lawyer, who blushed so much that her cheeks looked as red as her luscious, curly hair.

Brandy then stared at Mia. ‘I knew that you were Murdock’s extramarital daughter from the beginning. You and your sister have the same luscious black hair and blue, pale eyes. I understand how hurtful must have been to realise that your own father did not know you, but it is game over now. Put your hands on your head and walk towards that wall, slowly’, the brunette detective told to Mia and her twin sister.

Mia and her sister complied, but they were deliberately slow. The head of security gave Brandy a wolfish smile and said: ‘I am impressed beyond words, detective. It is amazing how you figured out everything. Well, not everything. You forgot a small detail’.

Brandy then heard a thump, and saw that Brenda laid on the floor, unconscious. The brunette detective’s vision started to blur and her legs felt incredibly weak. ‘The glasses of waters. You spiked them with a narcotic’, Brandy said in a thin voice before falling to the floor, unconscious.

‘Elementary, my dear detective’, Mia replied with a grin.