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The Inscrutable Case of the Nobbled Nags Sometimes fate chances you with a job that allows you to combine business with pleasure. One such job came around for Angela one hot June afternoon whereby she was roasting in her latex appliance even with the fan in the office on full blast. She was wearing as little as she could get away with in the office given Theresa's dictat on appropriate clothing in the office, but even her cool cotton summer dress and wedges were too much for her in the heat. The agency was having a lean number of cases, possibly because of the approaching holidays and Angela was looking forward to going home early and taking herself off. Then the middle aged woman strolled into the office and demanded that Phillip, who was on reception, took her to speak with one of the detectives. When Phillip lead took her through to speak with Mark though, the woman shook her head. "No, no. I understood that you have a lady detective here. I want to speak with her," she had said. Phillip had therefore dutifully led her into Angela's office and she'd invited her to sit on the other side of the desk. "Hello, my name is Angela Clemence. What can Entwhistle Investigations do for you?" she said politely. "My husband is having an affair and I want cast iron proof so that I can divorce him." The woman didn't introduce herself, so Angela just nodded. It wasn't unusual for wives to suspect their husbands of cheating. "Alright, can I have some details then like your name and his name?" she asked simply. "Well I'm Majorie Barnes and my husband is Major Julian Barnes. He's retired from the military a couple of years now and I'm sure that's when it started. I spotted some lipstick on his collar a few weeks back and yesterday I found that he had two tickets to Ascot races in his pockets. I didn't want to confront him about it, so I told him that I was planning to go to a recital on that day and would he like to come too. He told me that he had another appointment that day with an old army friend." "We were happily married up until a year ago. I don't know what happened but he's started becoming secretive and evasive about things. I just know he's having an affair," Mrs Barnes told her. "So you think that he's going to be taking this other woman to Ascot then and you want us to follow him and get evidence for you? These are our rates plus legitimate expenses." Angela passed Mrs Barnes the sheet of card with their rates on. The woman didn't blink an eye at the numbers. "Fine, but I already have bought two tickets for you to go, so you'll not need to expense that." She fished into her designer handbag and handed over two tickets for the stands at Ascot races. Angela noted that they were for Ladies Day. "Do you have a photo of your husband Mrs Barnes? We'll need that to identify him," Angela asked. Once again Mrs Barnes fished into her designer handbag and this time she produced a colour photo of a man in military uniform. "This was taken shortly before his retirement. It's a couple of years old, but he hasn't changed much. He lost a little weight since but he's largely the same." "In which case we will be engaged to work on your behalf Mrs Barnes. We'll have any evidence we gather on the following day, so if you can call in then we will be able to either set your mind at rest or provide the detail that you need," Angela concluded. ******** "She did what?" Anwyn exclaimed. "She demanded to go as well. She said that she was as much a part of the firm as anyone else and that this assignment was to ladies day, therefore she and I were to go," Anthony replied miserably. "But Theresa has no skills or experience as a detective!" Anwyn said, shaking her head as she put down her knife and fork. "No but she has some skill in hob-nobbing with the snobs that are likely to be there I guess," Anthony said charitably. It wasn't the view he'd had earlier when they'd had a blazing row about it in the office. "You mean that she's a snob. You're not wrong there Anthony. She just wanted a free ticket to go to Ascot and show off. I bet she was a member of the Pony Club when she was young," Anwyn said to him. "I'm not one for that kind of thing, and I doubt that you will be either. There's bound to be a lot of bitchiness in those circles and bad as she is, Theresa will probably not come close to some of them on the bitchometer. Have you decided what Angela is going to wear?" "No, I just thought Angela would wear a nice summer dress," Anthony replied puzzled. "Ladies day is a big competition to see who can outdo each other in their outfits. You're going to need to wear something quite special and you're going to need a hat. All ladies wear hats to the event." "I don't suppose then I could get a new dress, heels, a hat and a handbag on expenses then?" Angela wondered aloud. "I doubt Theresa would let you do that, no. You might get away with a hat though," Anwyn considered. "Oh well, I guess that Angela will have to go shopping at the weekend for a new dress and a hat." "Sometimes I think you like the whole femme shopping experience far more than most women do Anthony." *********** They had staked out the road outside the Barnes family home early in the morning of the races. It was just as well they had, since at six o'clock sharp, Major Julian Barnes left the house with a rucksack in hand. "Quick get his picture," Theresa hissed at her. This was the major downside of the whole day of having to have Mark's wife alongside her. Angela was just glad that the Major had decided to leave the house early and she hadn't had to sit around in the car for too long with Theresa. Their hats were on the back seat as wearing them would have attracted far too much attention. "Don't be silly Theresa. He's not done anything wrong. There's no point at the moment," Angela sighed. This was going to be a long day. Theresa was not a detective of any kind and she liked to think that she was in charge. "How dare you accuse me of being silly!" Theresa shrieked. Did she not understand the idea of laying low for surveillance? "Keep it down, you'll wake the whole neighbourhood! You don't know the first thing about the work that Mark and I do. When we're following someone we need to be discreet," Angela said to her, starting the engine to follow the Major's range rover at a suitable distance. "Well it's your job to teach me then isn't it?" Theresa turned it back onto her, making it all her fault. "Err no. Couldn't Mark do that? After all you spend most of your time together, he must have some time to train you as well," Angela countered. The Major didn't go far in his car, only having driven a short way in towards Swansea from their house in the sticks. He pulled up by a terrace house and headed inside with his holdall. "He's always really busy and I don't like to ask. I think we've found his flozzie's house. This should be an easy assignment. Get your camera out and take a picture." Angela complied sighing. It was going to be like this all day she decided with Theresa bossing her about and not really knowing what she was doing. What promised to be a lovely day out at the races all dressed up in her femme finery was going to be hell in high heels. "No point just yet, I'd expect they might be a while. They're pretty early to drive up to the races. I wouldn't expect any movement for a while. I wonder who exactly lives here. I'll text the address to Mark to look up in the office," she replied as they settled in for a longer stakeout. ********* They waited nearly an hour and a half for someone to come back out of the house and by that time Angela was on the brink of committing a murder. She'd have claimed justifiable homicide of course based on Theresa's charming personality, but in reality it was just a fantasy and not a reality. After all she'd saved Theresa's life in the past, but then again perhaps that was a mistake. The person who exited first was a largish woman, all dressed up to the nines is a beautiful flowery dress and a feathered hat. Angela was sure to take photos as she emerged, but what initially puzzled her was that the second person to emerge from the house was also a woman all dressed up for a day out. The first woman locked the door after them. Suddenly Angela twigged what was going on as she took more pictures of both women. "I think that I've discovered the Major's secret and it's not what his wife thinks," she said. "What do you mean? Where is he? Sneaking out the back whilst his two lovers are coming out the front!" Theresa said stridently. "No, Theresa. Look closely at the second woman. What do you see?" She asked. "Two gaudily dressed middle aged ladies pretending to have class going out for a day at the races," Theresa replied. "Which is precisely what they want you to see," Angela answered. "Angela, what rubbish are you coming out with now?" Theresa obviously thought that she'd lost the plot. "Look at their shoulders. A little too wide for most ladies don't you think? They have somewhat larger hands and are a little tall for women," Angela pressed. She noted light dawning finally on Theresa's face. "The Major is a pervert just like you are!" Theresa said triumphantly. It wasn't exactly how Angela would have described it, but the essence of what she'd said was correct. "He's a cross dresser Theresa and he's got a friend who has the same hobby. I suspect that the Major can't bring himself to tell his wife about his hobby." "No I don't suppose he can tell her that he's a pervert. I still don't know how Anwyn puts up with all your nonsense Angela," Theresa said to her. Angela had hoped that she'd lay all this to rest on their day out, but sadly this wasn't going to be the case. At least she'd called her Angela. "So that's the case all wrapped up then!" Angela said a touch disappointed. "Oh no! We're being paid to follow them to Ascot. I'm not going to have the firm not live up to its obligation!" Theresa told her. Angela immediately re-interpreted what she'd just said as 'I don't want to give up my free day out at the races.' In truth neither did Angela, but she was far too polite to suggest it. "I suppose so. Get ready for the drive. It's going to be three hours in the car," Angela agreed. Three hours of hell with Theresa. *********** They lost the other 'ladies' on the way which wasn't a big surprise and it took them a while to relocate their targets once they got to the racecourse in the Queen Anne enclosure. Angela had bought herself a beautiful summary yellow low cut dress with a full skirt and a pattern of little strawberries dotted all over it and a red hat to match. The hat had a wide brim and what looked like a fruit bowl on the top. She had matched it with a red bag and red heels, which she'd changed into when they'd parked. All in all she thought that she really fit in with all the other extravagantly dressed ladies. Theresa was nicely dressed in a peach dress with a pillbox hat and peach shoes, but she could have been going to a wedding in the outfit she was wearing. "You know that you look a little fruity?" Theresa told her. Somehow Angela thought this was meant as a dig at her rather than a little joke. "I'm going for the Carmen Miranda School of styling," she replied. Their targets were heading to the bookies area, presumably to make a bet. They followed them, taking a couple of surreptitious photographs as they went. "I texted Mark the address that the Major went to and he's going to find out who lives there." "And here we have two adorable looking ladies." Suddenly they were confronted with a man with a microphone and a man with a channel 4 emblazoned camera. "Can I ask who you are and where you've come from today?" the TV man asked. "My name is Theresa Entwhistle and this is Miss Angela Clemence and we're from Swansea. We work for my husband's detective agency. That's Entwhistle Investigations and we're on a company day out." Theresa had obviously decided that this was the ideal opportunity to get in a bit of free TV advertising. To be honest it was probably the best idea that Theresa had had all day. "Well you two ladies certainly look wonderful. Miss Clemence I hope that you're having a fruitful time today." The TV man couldn't resist getting in on the fruit based jokes. Angela leaned forward to the camera, displaying her assets nicely and replied with a wink. "I brought some peaches as well." *********** The camera team soon moved on to talking to a number of other groups of young women so Angela and Theresa were able to follow their targets to the bookies who were all shouting odds at the top of their lungs. They decided to stand near to the bookie next to where the women were betting and try to listen in. "A fiver on Mr Dogsbody please," the Major said in his best fake femme voice. It wasn't very convincing Angela noted but the bookie didn't comment. He didn't seem to mind what his punters looked like as long as they gave him their money. "Oh he's 5-2 now. You could have gotten 10-1 on him this morning madam," the bookie told her. It would seem like there had been a considerable amount of money placed on the horse by the sound of it. "Oh, thank you my good man," the major replied, taking the betting slip with an exaggerated wink. At least whoever was with him had the good sense not to say too much. "He's not been doing this long by the looks of things," Angela whispered to Theresa. "An apprentice pervert then," Theresa said under her breath. "So who do you fancy in the race then?" Angela asked the Ice Queen next to her. "I like the sound of the name Butterfly Queen. She's 12-1, so I guess I might put a couple of pounds on it. We're on expenses after all," Theresa told her. Angela wasn't sure that betting was strictly an allowable expense, but then the company finances were all down to Theresa, so she didn't say anything. "My money's on Miscreant Lad," Angela replied with a wink. "He's the 50-1 outsider. You might as well be throwing your money away there." Angela shrugged. "It's my money I'm throwing away." They followed their targets through the bookmaker's area and Angela noted that one bookie had very differing odds. "They could have got 8-1 with Franklin's Bookies there on Mr Dogsbody if they'd have shopped around," she noted. "Mind you, you'd have only got 10-1 on Butterfly Queen." Theresa shrugged. "The bookies can charge what odds they want on the track. Back in the day they'd be sending runners to check the prices at the tote and their rivals. The runners would also have chits that recorded the bets on the ground up until the Second World War. Now it's all online so the bookie can see all the different rivals odds on a tablet linked to the internet." Angela was surprised at Theresa's knowledge of race courses and betting. Indeed this was perhaps one of the last things she expected the chief snob in Swansea to be an expert in. "You learned all this where?" she asked. "On the internet. I did my research before the assignment like a proper detective," Theresa said haughtily. "Our assignment is to follow the Major with his friend and photograph them, not get immersed in some deep betting syndicate," Angela told her. "It helps to be prepared, Angela. You never know what you're going to come up against. Who'd have thought that a Major would be accused of cheating at Who Wants to be a Millionaire? We have our own dodgy Major here and I just thought that we needed to be ready." "Ready for what Theresa? For a couple of cross dressers to beat the odds at one of the world's oldest racing meets?" "Well you must see it as suspicious Angela. A man suddenly starts practising dressing up as a woman to go to a race meeting and starts betting there with a partner in crime. Obviously they have been practising their disguises for some time so that they can fool the stewards at the course and make their heist without being identified." "Have you been reading too much Jeffrey Archer Theresa? Those two couldn't fool a blind man in the dark. I expect they'll get lynched if they try and go to the ladies. Besides, their five pound bet is going to hardly break the bookies," Angela shook her head and her lovely red hair went over her eyes such that she had to smooth it out the way. "Well, obviously their plan is far more cunning than you are Angela." "Yes, whatever. They're going to the stands to view the race by the looks of things." Angela nodded and followed their targets. ********** In the stands the ladies were at their complete bitchiness and snobbishness. Angela heard several snippy comments as they made their way up to the seats and most of them were directed at their marks. "Oh look, they've let in Danny la Rue. I thought he had died," was one of the more polite remarks that she heard from the assorted upper class bitches. "I say Theresa, do you think that the weather will be clement, or will the rain come down later," she said to Theresa. "What are you on Angela?" Theresa really wasn't getting into the spirit of this. "I have heard that the rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain," she continued, hoping that Theresa might see where she was going with this. "You've flipped," Theresa said to her. She obviously wasn't getting into the spirit of things and not for the first time today Angela wished that her husband was with her instead. "Oh look, she's brought her lunch with her. Mind you I'm not into those new all fruit only diets." Another barb was directed at Angela as they headed to take their seats. Angela turned and looked at the lady wearing the most outrageous feathered hat. "It's lucky I don't take diet tips from a wanna-be Ostrich really," she bit back. ******** "Who won?" she asked as the race finished. This far away from the action they couldn't tell one horse from the next. However that didn't seem to be the point of the whole Ladies Day thing. It seemed to be far more about fashion, gossip and who was with who according to what Angela had been hearing during the race. No one actually seemed to care about what happened with the horses. "Wait and listen," Theresa said as the gossiping social climbers started up their bitching in the background again. Theresa should have been right at home here. "First is Butterfly Queen. Second place was Ironside and third was Lost Loverboy," the announcer said over the tannoy. "I won!" Theresa exclaimed excitedly. "Let's go and collect my winnings!" "We have a job to do," Angela pointed out. The 'ladies' were heading off towards the toilet block. "You can follow them. I have money to collect," Theresa informed her. Many of the ladies around them were on their iphones already to look at the next race or check their winnings on the bookmaker's apps whilst drinking champagne. "You can collect it in a bit. No doubt they'll head back to the bookies in a bit for the next race." Theresa didn't look impressed, but followed alongside her as they made their way following their targets to the toilet block. Their marks quite sensibly decided to the disabled lavatories and Angela noted that they'd brought a Radar key with them to let themselves in to the disabled toilet. "That's an offence there for a start," Theresa protested. "Would you prefer that they went to the ladies?" Angela pointed out. "Speaking of which I need to go. Keep an eye on the targets whilst I'm gone." She didn't wait for Theresa to complain or comment and just headed to the ladies where she immediately found the queue. There was nothing else better to do than join the queue and wait in line. There was a considerable mix of people in the queue here. In addition to the upper class bitches from the stands there were trainers, owners and more common members of the general public who had been up by the rails on the run in. Angela heard accents from all over the country in the queue as she slowly moved up towards the entrance door to the loos. A young stable lass passed her as she entered into the main part of the facilities and stood in the final part of the queue. She had hoped that she'd be at the cubicles as she rounded the door, but it was another few minutes before she was able to get into a stall and do her business. As she was washing her hands, a lady from Liverpool looked over from the neighbouring basin and asked her. "So d'ya have any luck on the first race chuck?" Angela was getting used to talking in the ladies toilets with complete strangers by now, but even still the suddenness of the question startled her. "No, but my colleague won," she replied. Angela couldn't bring herself to say friend when it came to Theresa. "Bit of a shocker that one eh? Everyone I know was sure that Mr Dogsbody was going to win. He had such good form going into this and there was a whisper that the ground would favour him. We lost a ton betting on the stupid nag," she said conversationally. Angela had no idea about what any of the horses' form was, but she nodded. "Better luck next race eh?" she sympathized and headed out back to where Theresa was waiting impatiently. ********** Angela's luck on the next race wasn't any better, though the horse that everyone was whispering about was also a no show in the places. Theresa might not have been any sort of detective but she sure seemed to be able to pick out random race horses by their name alone. If there was some conspiracy going on here, then it was Theresa colluding with fate itself to win. They were just following their target to the paddock when there was another announcement over the tannoy that shocked Angela. Can Angela Clemence and Theresa Entwhistle please come to the Stewards Room immediately please? Perhaps they'd cottoned on to Theresa's betting system, she thought wryly to herself as they headed to find the Stewards Room. They made themselves known to the man on the door and were led inside and up the stairs to a rather posh looking room with a long business table surrounded by plush seats. There were several television screens on the wall all silent showing various parts of the ground or one showing the coverage from the Channel 4 racing team. There were two older men in the room wearing smart trousers and matching jackets with a Royal Ascot insignia stitched on the lapel and looking quite concerned. "I'm the Chief Steward at the event and I appreciate you ladies for coming here so quickly. We appreciate that you may well be on a personal day out, but we would like to engage your agency in a bit of discreet investigation," The one with the moustache told them. Angela looked at Theresa who it seemed had pound signs in her eyes. "How did you know we were here?" Angela wondered aloud. "We saw you on the coverage. It seemed fortuitous to us that you were here," the man replied. Perhaps Theresa's little ad she'd done had done them some good. "I see. Well what can Entwhistle Investigations do for you fine Gentlemen?" she replied, taking charge. "We have reason to believe that someone is influencing the results of the races here today," The balding man told them. "You mean someone is doping the horses?" Angela asked. "We do not like to prejudge any investigation my dear," the moustached one told them. "However we have noted both irregularities in the betting and the performance of certain runners in the races. We are the premier race organiser in the country and we have tight security at all times. The horses are all given a medical examination by our own vets when they arrive, the stables have tight security to prevent anyone else interfering with the horses from the time they arrive until the time they race." "Yet somehow, someone is getting to some of the horses," Angela finished for him. "Yes, exactly." "Why are you in need of our services and not engaging the police?" Angela asked pointedly. "We are as you understand it the premier horse racing event in the country. It would not look good if it were to become widely known that we allowed anyone to interfere with the results of the races, so we are looking for discretion in the investigation. After all we have Royal attendance today and we wouldn't want a scandal to break whilst they were here," the moustache man told them. "Well our rates ...." Angela began. Theresa finished her sentence by giving a figure that was triple their normal hourly rates. "Of course. You'll get double those rates if you successfully find the culprit," the other man offered. "We'll need to be able to go anywhere and question anyone on the race course. Is that acceptable?" Angela told them old men who nodded. "Head downstairs and Claude will get your passes upgraded. He'll be accompanying you ladies on your investigation." ********* Their fresh new passes around their necks, Angela and Theresa headed to the stable area accompanied by Claude, who was a middle aged man smartly dressed in a Royal Ascot uniform. "What about the other assignment?" Angela whispered. "We're pretty well done there anyway. How many more photos of the perverts do we really need to prove it to Mrs Barnes?" Theresa hissed back. "This is a real job." The stable block was heavily guarded by several security men wearing body armour and multiple guns at their sides. Angela and Theresa were searched as they passed through wit Claude into the large grassy enclosure that was at the centre of the stable block. "Pewweee. What and ungodly smell!" Theresa exclaimed holding her nose and trying to tip-toe across the stable block in her heels. "That would be horses. They have a tendency to go where they feel like," Angela commented. It was obvious that if Theresa was a member of the Pony Club when she was young, she never did any of the mucking out. "The stables are segmented off such that each trainer has their own facilities. They have their own checks at the entrances to their own stable facilities such that only their own people have access to the horses before the race and after the weigh in. We maintain the highest level of security here. These are state of the art facilities that no horse could want for any more" Claude told them proudly. Angela's view was that they obviously didn't, since someone had got in and was nobbling the horses. "So could someone fire a dart at the horses with the drug as they were going out to the race course?" Theresa asked. Surprisingly it wasn't the stupidest question that she could have asked. "Anyone seen firing a weapon would be spotted by security. Then of course a dart being fired at a distance stands a chance of missing, not sticking in the horse's flesh or even sticking in too much, meaning that we'd see it in the parade ring," Claude replied. He was right, it was risky but it was certainly possible. "Can I double check the names of the horses who have been interfered with so far?" Angela asked. "Oh, yes of course. The first one was Mr Dogsbody and then Uptown Girl in the second race," Claude told them. "A gelding and a mare. They'll be very different weights then," Angela said perceptively. "Can we talk to the vet who examined them after the race please?" "Of course," Claude led them across to a separate block in the stable area which had a walk through area for horses. There were several labs attached to the walk through area and Claude went into one of those. A lady of Chinese extraction in her thirties wearing a lab coat looked up as they entered. "This is Dr Liu. Doctor, these are investigators Mrs Entwhistle and Ms Clemence who will be assisting us with our enquiries." "Hello Dr Liu," Angela began, "can you tell me what was used to affect the race for the two horses in question please?" "Of course. Normally we test for anabolic steroids, painkillers and hormones to stop trainers from cheating by giving their horse's performance enhancing drugs, but in this case the horses were given a sedative which has the opposite effect." Angela considered the answer before asking. "So you wouldn't normally test for them then?" "Not normally no, but in the case of these two horses, their performance was worse than expected," Dr Liu replied. "So they could just give them a sedative and bang they lose the race," Theresa interjected. "No, no. It's not that simple. If they are given too much then it would show in their behaviour before they raced. Too little and it wouldn't matter. The dose given would need to vary on the horse's sex, condition and weight." "So whoever gave them this would need to know quite a bit about chemistry or horses or perhaps both?" Angela asked. "Like you?" "I hope that you are not insinuating anything Ms Clemence!" Dr Liu said somewhat indignantly. "I value my job and would do nothing to endanger the horses, but yes they would need to have a certain knowledge. We test the horses when they arrive and we have a complete understanding of their physiology on the start of the day of the race. If anything was done to the horses, then it would have been done after we did our testing." "No I wasn't accusing you Dr Liu. I just wanted to establish the type of person we are looking for," Angela replied quickly. "Thank you for your time, you've been very helpful." They headed out, Angela deep in thought. ********** The next race was in another twenty minutes and the stable block was in full swing getting the horses ready for the race. The stable hands were brushing the horses inside their compounds and making them look their absolute best as the jockeys were weighing in at the scales. "So are there any links between the horse in the first race and the one in the second race?" Theresa asked. "Like do they have the same jockey or are they from the same trainer?" "They had the same jockey, but they were from different stables," Claude replied. "The jockey is called Norman Jennings, but he swears he had nothing to do with it." "Well, I guess we have our number one suspect then," Theresa said triumphantly. Angela was not so sure. "You go and interview the jockey then Theresa. I'm going to just look around the facilities here." Theresa headed off with Claude and Angela was glad to finally be rid of her, at least for a little while. She started looking around and the medical facilities were indeed as Claude had advertised them. However she soon found that without Claude with her that the individual trainers' stables would not let her into their individual stable blocks. The level of security varied from stable to stable, but at all of them she was turned away. Theresa came back in a grump. It was clear that her interrogation hadn't gone well but there was no way Angela suspected that she was going to admit it. "He's obviously guilty but he denied all the allegations," she said aloud. "In fact he was quite rude." "Can you get me a list of all the people allowed into the individual trainers' facilities?" Angela asked Claude. "Yes, I can get a printout. In general it's only the owners, trainers, jockeys and the stable hands that are allowed in. Occasionally they'll ask if we can get friends of the owners a special look around," Claude replied. "Thanks, I'd appreciate that. Do you have the name by role?" she asked and Claude nodded. A stable lass headed out past them at a run towards the security and out into the main stands. They headed back to the Stewards block where Claude got on the computer in the downstairs office and printed out the list for Angela. She studied it intently looking for the Pattern. Once she found it she nodded. An idea was beginning to form in her mind when the bell rang in the parade ring. The horses were being called up for final inspection before the race it seemed. *********** "I need to go and look at the bookies ring," Angela announced. "This is no time to start betting Angela. The crime is being committed in the stables," Theresa hissed. "I have a feeling that everything here is connected. I just need a bit more information and then I think I might have the answers that our clients here are looking for," Angela told her. They headed back to the bookies ring. By now Angela's heels were starting to kill her feet. In the office she could often sit down and kick them off for a while under the desk. Even though she'd been wearing them for some time now, long periods of standing in them really hurt her feet. "Theresa can you find out which horse is getting all the buzz?" "Buzz. Angela sometimes you make no sense at all!" Theresa replied shirtily. "Which horse has had its odds rapidly go down during the past hour or so? In racing I believe there are whispers about horses that get passed around and the buzz generates a flurry of betting on that animal." "I'll ask around," Theresa said. Angela was relieved at that. The snobbish bitches were Theresa's kind of people and she really didn't want to have to deal with them if she could help it. On reflection Angela decided, the hat with the fruit on it might have been an error on her behalf. Eventually Theresa came back. "Well I was getting a few different answers, but the one that I heard the most about in the next race was a horse by the name of Frogbox Fantasia," Theresa told her. "Then Claude, this is my prediction. That is the horse that is going to perform particularly badly in the next race," Angela said. She moved along the various bookies checking them all out as they all headed back towards the rails for a better view of the race itself. Behind the bookies were their little trailers that they used for their rest and recuperation, each clearly advertising the name of the bookmaker in question on it, so it was easy to see who was who in the crowded betting ring. By now the horses were all under starter's orders and about to set off. They got a better view of the horses at the start from here and Angela could see almost immediately that Frogbox Fantasia was sluggish to get off the starting line. Alas from their vantage point the horses were all too soon out of sight down the starting straight. "We'll get a better view of the race from the Steward's room," Claude told them. Angela nodded. "I'll catch you both up. I need to call Mark, there's a bit of legwork that I need him and Phillip to do back in the office. Hopefully we'll know who the culprit of all this is soon," she announced. ************ Angela got back to the Stewards Room just as the race was finishing, a puzzled expression on her face. A horse by the name of Nearly Teatime won the race at 12-1. Frogbox Fantasia was second last. "I'd have Frogbox Fantasia tested if I were you," Angela commented. "Who was the jockey on that horse?" Theresa persisted. "A promising lady jockey by the name of Alice Munro." "Not Norman then?" Theresa sounded disappointed. "Maybe it's a conspiracy between the jockeys." "No, and that's the third different stable to win today. Whoever is doing this is able to get at any horse they want. This is all very troubling and the senior Stewards are really looking for results here Mrs Entwhistle, not wild theories." "Oh I have every faith that my husband will have put my colleague straight and on the right lines. That is obviously why she was calling my husband. As the senior investigator in the firm he will know just what to do," Theresa gave Angela a glare. Angela's phone pinged as an email came in. She fished her phone out of her handbag and had a look at the message. The email from Mark had a set of plans on it in a PDF document and so she opened that up. She had to scan the document carefully by moving it a bit at a time as the screen space on her phone was quite small, but eventually her examination of the plans told her exactly what she needed to know. Theresa, looking over her shoulder immediately got the wrong idea. "Oh now I see how Mark was helping you. He sent you the plans of the stable block so that you could see where the secret tunnel was that the perpetrator was using to get in and dope the horses," she said triumphantly. However that was not it at all. The plans were far more telling of something far more important and why anyone would want to build secret tunnels in a brand new state of the art facility Angela had no idea. "Tunnels? I've never heard of anything like it in my life," Claude announced. "It's alright Claude. There are no tunnels. You can rest easy there," Angela confirmed. Theresa looked at her with daggers in her eyes. "There's just one more piece of information I need from Mark and then I think that we can clear this whole thing up," Angela declared. ********** It took a bit longer than Angela wanted for Mark to come through with the information that she needed but it finally put the last piece of the jigsaw in place. Unfortunately it had been far too late in the day to catch the perpetrator on the following race, so it was now down to the last race of the day as their only chance to catch the perpetrator at it. "I need to look at the feed for the security checkpoint from the stables. Once I see the person I need, you need to instruct the security to arrest them, do you understand that Claude? We're only going to get one shot at this and we need to act quickly." So they watched the feed for what seemed like ages. Watching as the various people went in and out of the facility. Each being checked by the security guards to a greater or lesser degree. A stable lass headed out of the compound and then shortly after she returned. "Stop her going back in. That's the one you want?" she said suddenly. "Are you sure? Tallulah wasn't a part of any of the other stables that have had their horses nobbled!" Claude replied. "Doesn't matter. Stop her quickly!" Angela said excitedly. Claude ordered the guards to stop the stable girl, and to their credit they reacted quickly to the order. The girl looked panicked and tried to run, but the guards were on her too quickly and as they rugby tackled her down, a horse brush flew from her hand. "Come on. Get them to bring that brush as well," Angela declared triumphantly. "I don't understand," Claude said, shaking his head. "I always thought Tallulah was a good girl. She's from very good breeding you know." He made it sound like she was a race horse not someone's daughter. "Let's get down there quickly. I want you to see all this first hand and I suspect that we only have a short while." ********* They headed back down to the stable block where the security detail were holding Tallulah who was protesting her innocence to anyone who would listen. "You left the stables and came back very quickly Tallulah," Angela told the stable girl. "So? There's no crime against that. I forgot something, that's all," she told them. Angela was impressed with her voice and mannerisms, though she would like to have the real Tallulah there to compare. "I think if you check that horse brush, you'll find that there is a needle hidden amongst the bristles and a syringe plunger built into the handle. You see the bristles and brush perfectly hide the syringe and no one will ever even see the crime being done." "I've done nothing wrong!" she protested. The security guards carefully checked the brush and confirmed that Angela was indeed right. "Tallulah, how could you do such a thing?" Claude was shocked. "I'm sorry Miss Clemence, whilst I see how it was administered, I don't understand how it was done. Tallulah didn't have access to the other stable's horses. She wouldn't have been permitted to brush any of the other horses." "No, you are quite correct there and there is a quite simple explanation for that. Are there she is!" Angela announced and pointed at the stable girl approaching the security checkpoint. As she got closer, the others realised exactly what was wrong. The girl approaching the stables was Tallulah. "She's got a twin?" Theresa exclaimed. "Not in the way you mean Theresa, no," Angela replied. Tallulah looked shocked at seeing herself in the hands of the security men. "What's going on?" she asked. The voice wasn't quite the same, her mannerisms were a little different but the imposter had done a reasonable job Angela decided. "We have someone here suspected of interfering with the horses," Claude told her and then asked Angela, "Do we need her for questioning as well?" Angela shook her head. "No, none of this is to do with Tallulah. She can go about her job getting ready for the next race. You might want to think about going and having a word with a certain bookie though by the name of Steven Franklin." "I would ask why, but I'm sure that you're going to tell me. You seem to know exactly what's going on here, whereas I must confess to being somewhat baffled," Claude replied. "Let's go back to the Stewards room with our friend Tallulah here and we can go through this whole affair." ************* They found Steven Franklin in the Stewards Room loudly protesting that he had done nothing wrong and that he was losing money every minute that he was being held here. As they entered with Tallulah though Mr Franklin clammed right up. "Can you please explain what that has got to do with Steven Franklin and Tallulah please Miss Clemence?" "This is all about toilets. Well okay, I admit that it's not just about toilets, but they play a very large role in the whole business. You see when I went to the ladies room in the stands I happened to notice one of the stable girls coming out. Nothing unusual there. We all need to go to the lavatory to do our business, however as usual us ladies have to queue and the whole business takes some time." "I'm sorry, I don't see what this has got to do with doping horses?" Claude was confused. By the looks on her face so too was Theresa. "There are no toilets in the stable block; I checked the plans. So the stable hands have to go in and out of the stable block pretty frequently to do their business. So frequently in fact that the security guards do little more than check their passes and let them through if they even do that. The stable hands are all so familiar to them that they often don't even do that at times. Now I suspect that our friend here has arranged for a supply of coffee or tea to be provided to the stable hands as a gesture of good will to ensure that stable hands all go nice and regularly." "Okay, so our bookmaker friend here is making the stable hands go to the ladies' a lot. This is not really explaining anything!" Claude prompted her. "The second factor in the investigation is technology Claude. With the advent of online betting, many race-goers are using online sites rather than the bookies in the betting ring. So the good old fashioned bookies are getting squeezed. Did you realise that?" "That's not my problem." "No, but it is Mr Franklin's here. He needs to grab as much of the share of the on the course betting as he can or else he'll go out of business. What better way to do that than give the best possible odds on the up and coming favourite. The only difficulty with this strategy is that if the horse wins, he is going to be even more out of pocket than his competitors. So he needs to find a way to ensure that the up and coming horse in the betting doesn't come good and he can pocket the surge of money betting on that horse." "Okay I think I see where this is going. He gets Tallulah's twin here to access the stables and somehow administer the sedative to the horse whilst she is at the toilet. I'm still not clear on how she accessed the other stables' horses," Claude said. "I think it might help you if I revealed Tallulah's secret." With that Angela pulled the chestnut wig off Tallulah's head revealing a bald headed girl. "This is not Tallulah. It's not even her twin or anyone who looks like her. It's all just a disguise. I assumed originally that she had multiple disguises, but Mark's information led me to a different conclusion. He has multiple disguises and I suspect you'll find them in Steven Franklin's trailer alongside a tap into your security feed so that he will know when the target girl has left the stable block. You see I checked your roster and 97% of the stable hands here are young girls so it would be no use impersonating one of the few stable lads." "That is not a man. I know the difference. You're telling me that Steven Franklin has found some bald headed woman to impersonate the stable hands here. I guess I can believe that." Claude looked over at one of the female guards, who looked like she was a bodybuilder of some sort. "If you insist though we can prove it to you. Julie, Take Miss Clemence and Mrs Entwhistle into the rec room and just do a check on this person's gender please." Angela sighed as the duly all trooped into the separate rec room, the bald headed Tallulah protesting all the while. Julie took off Tallulah's stable jacket and then unbuttoned her white blouse beneath revealing a lacy white bra encasing two lovely round firm breasts beneath. "Leave me alone. I haven't done anything wrong," the bald headed Tallulah said. Although she sounded female, he voice was not identical to the real Tallulah. "I'd say female," Julie said wryly. Angela was impressed with the quality of the workmanship on the mask and breast plate. "I'm still betting on male," Angela replied stubbornly. Theresa groaned. "Angela, you've done well so far, but you have to admit when you're wrong," Theresa chimed in. "I'm not wrong Theresa. Try below," she said. Julie pulled Tallulah's jodhpurs down to the tops of her boots revealing a lacy white set of panties beneath and a nice set of girly hips. Angela was impressed with the extent to whichthey'd gone with the disguise but she knew she wasn't wrong. "All of it," she said and Julie reluctantly pulled down the fake Tallulah's panties revealing a very realistic looking vagina with a path of blonde hair surrounding it. The workmanship was incredible but Angela was stubborn and she knew she was right. The collars and cuffs didn't match for a start. With so many changes needed throughout the day, the young man in the disguise wouldn't be able to quickly change out of his prosthetics. The mask, the jacket and the badge he could quickly change, but getting in and out of all the rest of the disguise would take too long. "See, she's a girl," Julie told her. Angela turned her around and looked for the seam of the mask. It was well disguised, but finally she found it and she pulled it up and over the face of the apparent girl in front of them to reveal the face of a young man with short sandy hair and smudges of eyeliner around his eyes and lipstick around his lips. He was still wearing the false lashes attached to his own eyelashes. "Let me present Mr Cameron Franklin, nephew to the bookmaker in the other room, trainee vet and extremely talented at female impersonation," Angela declared. Julie was shocked. ******** Steven Franklin's trailer was an Aladdin's cave of female masks and wigs on stands, stable riding jackets, passes for each of the girls as well as a few parts of female anatomy that Cameron no doubt used as spares or for when his one size disguise didn't fit all. There was also a set of dresses and another disguise for a dark haired young woman with a pass for a girl called Rhianna Franklin. "I think you'll find that there's no such person, but Steven Franklin pretended that she was his daughter to get Cameron inside. Once they knew which horse was getting all the money on it, Steven could text it to Cameron who could find the weight and stats for the horse and make up the appropriate sedative in the brush. Then he would just need to wait until one of the ladies left to go to the loo that he could see on the monitor feed and he would don the mask, wig, jacket and pass quickly before dashing back to the stables, pretending that the girl had forgotten something. Given the time it would take the stable lass to queue up for the loo, he knew that he had plenty of time." "The security men would know all the stable lasses and let them through with only a casual inspection. The stable security knew them all by sight and they'd be let through straight away. You see the problem often with security is that familiarity with the people who use the entrance and exit regularly makes them lax." "I see and what of the passes?" Claude asked them. "Did you not wonder why they didn't do this ruse on the first day of the meet? They needed time to study the girl's passes and get the feed tapped into from your cameras. No doubt they got someone to chat to one the stable hands on the first day and get a good look at the passes so that they could duplicate one on that printer. It wasn't like it took you a long time to get Theresa and I a pass to be printed out by your system, so I'm guessing that the security detail on them is not complex." Claude had the good manners to look down at his shoes at that. "Our finance department will be sending you a bill next week." Angela looked at Theresa for that. "I think that we have successfully concluded this case to your satisfaction. What you do with these two is now your affair though. Technically they have committed a crime." "I don't think that we're going to announce this little issue to the world. The integrity of the premier race meeting in the world could not handle the scandal. Mr Franklin's bookmakers will be banned from all UK race meetings. I have some contacts and we'll try and see that Mr Franklin junior gets thrown out of his college veterinary class. There will definitely be consequences for both of them, but alas a court case will not be one of them." ************* On the drive back Angela couldn't stop thinking about the treasure trove of masks and latex appliances that the young Cameron Franklin had. It was, she decided quite a bit for a young man to come up with on his own and it got her thinking a bit more about it. Betting was often the playground of organised crime. What if Mr Franklin and his nephew were getting some sort of assistance from them? She'd have liked to have had a real good look at the masks and wigs and preferably taken them home with her, but there was no way that she was going to justify that to the Stewards. She strongly suspected that even if Cameron Franklin did get thrown out of his college that perhaps another young lady would get herself enrolled with fake credentials the following year to the very same college on the very same course. He had been very convincing and she suspected that in all probability living as a young woman at college wouldn't present him any difficulty at all, indeed he was more than likely to enjoy the experience. ************ Back at the office Theresa busied herself telling Mark how they'd solved the case together and that her input and analysis of betting had been key to helping Angela solve the case. She even roped Phillip into her tale of how they caught the dodgy Major being a pervert. Phillip lapped it up, agreeing that the Major was going to get everything that he deserved when his wife found out. Sadly Angela had to keep quiet throughout this tirade by Theresa. She strongly suspected that Theresa was right though and that Mrs Barnes would indeed not look kindly on her husband's activities, innocent though they were. Although things were getting better for Trans people these days, there were still those who could not see the dual gender identity and inner beauty of those folk. She just counted herself lucky that she had found Anwyn who despite her gruff exterior towards Angela at times, she loved both the parts of him that were Anthony and Angela. For my latest stories they are on: https://katerinahellam.wordpress.com/ My books, Finneas Awakes and Kitten's Freaky Fairy Tales are on Amazon and I'm currently working on the sequel to Finneas Awakes, Nathan Awakes.