Tracey

'What about me?' Toni asked in a plaintive voice.

'You stay home,' Pieter said.

'That's not fair,' she whined. 'Something might happen to you all and I won't know a thing about it.'

'She's right,' I said, turning to Pieter. 'Surely it would look more natural if you two were cuddling in the car instead of one man sitting alone in his car,' I said, for which I got a grateful look from Toni.

'Okay, she can come along too. Now what's the address?'

So it was decided that we wouldn't leave it too late before going out to give some credibility to Pieter and Toni to be necking in the car while Marcus and I were raiding the funeral home. After the meal, I went and sorted out the tools I had brought out with me from England as well as what I would wear that night.

Marcus picked out some dark clothing to wear as I had and when we were ready, we found that the other two had also opted for dark clothes, even though they would be staying in the car. It was close on eleven before we set off and reached Tofs inside of twenty minutes.

'The embalming room is at the back,' I explained to them, 'and that's the way we should go in.'

'What about an alarm system?' Pieter asked.

'We'll just have to take a chance on that,' Marcus said.

'Well if we hear them go off, we'll be standing by to pick you up.'

So Marcus and I got out of the car about a hundred yards away from the place and made our way round the back of the properties until we were at the rear of the house. They didn't have a garden as such as it was more of a yard where a van was standing behind closed gates. These were easy to get over in spite of the fact I was wearing a dress, and we made our way to the back door of the premises. It was here for me to show my skill at picking a lock with the set of skeleton keys I had acquired some years ago when I was a young lad.

It took me less than two minutes to have the back door open and we went inside with just a pencil torch to show us that we were in the back room where the embalming took place. Also, to my satisfaction, was a closed coffin sitting on a set of wooden horses. That the top was screwed down was not a problem as I gave Marcus one of the two screwdrivers I had brought to start opening the top.

We worked in silence, thankful that the place didn't have an alarm system as we both began to unscrew the lid. This didn't take long either until all the screws were out and I then held the torch while Marcus lifted the lid off and put it to one side.

The corpse inside was that of a young man aged twenty four years of age and he had been strangled. This I remembered from the report I'd read earlier in the day, though I couldn't see the marks on his neck for his collar was close up tight to his throat.

He seemed to be asleep and I moved my hand gingerly down into the coffin to start feeling along the sides, being careful so as not to wake him. Stupid bitch, I said to myself. He's dead, but I still had the dread of the corpse suddenly opening his eyes to look at me accusingly for disturbing his rest. I'd seen too many horror films and resolved not to watch any more of them. While I was checking the coffin, Marcus was feeling all over the body and I wondered how he could bring himself to handle a dead body. That's because he's created enough corpse's himself to probably not have thoughts like I did, I said to myself.

I went right round the bloody thing and didn't find anything and neither did Marcus.

'Do you think they've stuffed them up his arse?' I asked in a whisper, thinking of what James Bond had alluded to in the film.

'No. That's the first place the customs would look, nor would it be in the lining of the coffin,' he said, his hand moving across the face of the dead man. 'But there's one place they wouldn't think of looking for the diamonds.'

And that was when he made me sick, for he raised his hand with the screwdriver in it, and plunged it straight into the closed eyelid of the corpse. My stomach heaved and the bile came up into my throat and I clapped my hand over my mouth and rushed to the outside door and went out into the night air and threw up in a flower bed.

I found that it's very difficult to empty your stomach without making a noise as I threw up. I choked, snorted and coughed as my dinner that I'd eaten earlier came out through mouth and nostrils, but I felt better once it was out. I managed to wipe my face and mouth, nose included, with a tissue which I then had to put back in my pocket. I couldn't do anything about the mess I'd made but hoped that they wouldn't connect it to a break in.

I went back inside to find Marcus screwing the lid down on the coffin and was on the last screw when I got to him.

'Well?' I asked. 'Did your disgusting act prove anything?' He didn't say anything as he finished screwing down the lid. Not until it was firmly closed did he look up at me and then open his hand.

There in the middle, were two uncut diamonds and my heart leapt as I looked up into his smiling face.

'I didn't believe it myself when I felt these inside the eye socket. The whole head is filled with them. They must have taken the whole brain out and filled the skull with the diamonds. By Christ Tracey, your hunch was right. So let's get out of here and tell Pieter.'

I made sure that we hadn't left anything behind and as we left, re-locked the door and we made our way back out onto the road and went to find where Pieter had parked. He had seen us coming and had started the engine just as we reached him, and we got in and he drove off.

'Well?' he asked, just as I had done.

'We struck gold. Well diamonds to be precise. Tracey was right on the button. They are being hid in the skull.' Pieter used a word I didn't understand as it was spoken in Swahili but got the gist of it.

'I'll have the place raided straight away,' Pieter said as he drove us towards his home.

'No,' said Marcus. 'Not yet. Let's get to the other end of the line before we break up the organisation. The body is being flown out to Amsterdam tomorrow. Get me two tickets on the same flight and alert your opposite number there to meet us so that we can follow it through. No point if it just stops this end for the time being, let's get the lot that are buying them.'

'It makes sense what you are saying, but my boss would rather clear up our end because once the body leaves South Africa, we have no evidence.'

'I agree with what you are saying, but let us at least catch the end dealer first and then, with us keeping it quiet for the time being, you'll be able to nab them with the next body they ship out.'

It didn't sit too well with Pieter, but Marcus talked him round to catch the lot rather than just the shippers.

As soon as we arrived at Pieter's home, he phoned and got us two seats on the same flight before leaving us to go to see his boss and to liaise with his opposite number in Amsterdam. He didn't get back till breakfast time.

Meanwhile, Toni was overjoyed for me being right and revelled in the gory details of where they were hidden. I was a bit more sober in my self praise out loud but was immensely pleased with myself for being right. I knocked back several large gin and tonics feeling quite high on the adrenalin of the exciting find and really had to restrain myself from attacking Marcus' body there and then to fuck myself stupid on his magnificent tool.

It didn't take me long to get him into bed to do just that. It was almost like rape, but in reverse. Such was my high as I rode on him that I even masturbated myself and came at the same time as him, my gunge splashing all over his chest as he came inside me. Then it was kissing and cuddling as he told me how clever I was in deducing the carrier of the stolen diamonds.

'Elementary deduction my dear Watson,' I smiled up at him as I played with his penis as he held me in his arms. 'But it was you who actually found the diamonds,' I said.

'Not without your help,' he said as he kissed me. 'Now let's get some sleep for we've still got lots more to do before we're finished with this.' I would have liked him to be more masterful and fuck me again, but he was right, we did need the sleep and so I slept, in his arms.

Chapter Seven

I woke up to the pleasant surprise of him with his mouth full of my cock and stroked his hair as he sucked on me and let him bring me to an orgasm which he now seemed to enjoy as much as I did. After I had come in his mouth and we kissed, passing my sperm back and forth between our lips, I got a condom out and fitted it onto his hard member. I then had the pleasure of being fucked again by my husband and revelled in his doing it to me once more.

Both filled with love, we kissed some more before going for our shower and breakfast. It was during the meal that Pieter showed up, not having had any sleep and said that all was arranged. He ate with us before driving us to the airport, tired as he was and saw that we were in the hands of the airline before taking his leave. I kissed him and Toni and thanked them both for having us, giving her a wink as I said this last bit.

We sat in the first class lounge having a drink before boarding when a man approached us and flashed his warrant card and took us out onto a private viewing platform and we watched as the same van we'd seen the night before run up to our plane and watched the coffin being taken from it and loaded onto the aircraft.

'Good luck on the rest of the operation,' he said as he took us back to the lounge. 'The Dutch people will contact you on arrival.' With that, he left us and ten minutes later, we boarded the plane ourselves. I couldn't really relax on the flight I was so excited at what we were doing, knowing that down in the cargo hold was a dead body that was full of diamonds in its skull. Gruesome though it was, it was still exciting that we would be in at the kill as it were. I only picked at the wonderful meals that we were served and still managed to have a nap before it was announced that we would soon be landing.

'Sir Kane and Lady Kane,' a man addressed us at the passport control. 'We've been expecting you. Please come with me.' Our arrival was un-noticed by other passengers as we were the first ones off the aircraft, and we followed this man to another private viewing area and sat down and were given drinks as the plane was being unloaded. It was like watching the loading in reverse for an almost identical van drove out onto the tarmac and was there to see the coffin being unloaded and put into the back of the van.

Then we were escorted, rather quickly, downstairs and put into a waiting car and were driven out of Schipol Airport, following, at a distance, the van with our coffin inside. I had no idea where we were going as we followed this van from the airport till it finally stopped at a house very similar to the one where the coffin had come from. It drove into a yard and the gates closed and that was it. Rather an anti-climax, but there wasn't anything else we could do at this time. We knew that the body would stay there for at least twenty four hours before being taken on to another funeral parlour, but when the diamonds would change hands, we had no way of knowing.

It turned out that the Dutch authorities were going to keep the place under observation, even to the point of following the coffin to see that it was in fact buried. So there was not much more we could do this day, and we then went off to the hotel that they had booked us into for the next few nights.

As I've already said, it was a bit of an anti climax without anything happening for at least a day which wasn't what normally happened when one was around Marcus. Once the ball started rolling with him, things kept happening almost nonstop. Like us having sex, which we got straight into once we were inside our hotel room. Tired as we were, we still wanted each other badly. Him wanting to fuck me and me wanting him to do just that. So it was clothes off and into the position I went and welcomed him back inside me as he rode me from behind. I still drooled as he moved his heavy cock in me, sliding it back and forth, exciting and yet calming the nerves inside my back passage. To have that organ of his giving me such a thrill that I felt I would never tire of having him have me in this way. I know I've said it more than once, but I did love this man and his cock, especially where it was now, reaming me and giving us both much pleasure.

Next day, after our usual session, we went to the police headquarters in Amsterdam and chatted to some of their top boys who I think were impressed that it was an English knight and his wife who had cracked this smuggling ring. We went and cruised by the funeral place and heard the chat, translated for us, of the surveillance vehicles of the fact that nothing had happened so far.

It was the following day that they fucked everything up for us. Well not quite, but enough to make us curse them for their anxiety in getting a collar. We were out in a car and heard that two villains known to them had entered the premises and surmised that they were there to collect the gems. Their equivalent of a British swat team moved in and caught these two men and the two men who run the place, red handed with the smuggled diamonds.

Marcus blew a gasket when he was told that this team had gone in. He screamed and swore at them that we had wanted to nab the second pair of men after they had collected the diamonds and passed them on to the final dealer. It was him that we had wanted to collar, not the gofers.

But they had moved in and there was nothing we could do about it. We went in after them and saw the four men in handcuffs and the cadaver with its skull still open and on another table, twelve little bags that contained the diamonds. We were asked to verify that this was the corpse that we had checked in Johannesburg and said that it was. But the sight of it had almost made me sick again for the scalp had been pulled off from the back of the skull down towards the face. The features of the face were so grotesque with the scalp being pulled down so low.

I then helped them put the small pouches of the diamonds into a bag that was sealed as evidence before that and the men were taken away. There was a little sleight of hand which I will talk about later, and we then went off to headquarters to get them to suppress the news of the capture until we had spoken to Pieter, who would, like us, be furious at the pre-emptive strike because it meant he couldn't move in against the perpetrators.

As predicted, he was as furious as Marcus at the inept handling of the situation but agreed with Marcus that the loss of one snatch didn't mean that we had lost out altogether. If it could be kept quiet about the Dutch authorities taking in the Amsterdam people of the organisation, they might still continue to ship bodies to another country when a cadaver became available.

We didn't know that was exactly what was just about to happen, for on that very day, four English people, two young men and women died in a car accident. Pieter, with the power invested in him, had the police hold back on the names of the victims and made sure that after the autopsies had been performed, they would be handed over to the Tofs organisation.

Marcus had to contact London and spoke to Spencer to say that the operation that we had set up had failed but it didn't mean that it was all over as he would explain when we got to London. So we checked out of our hotel and caught the next flight to London.

'Well that was a right cock up,' Marcus said to me when we were in the air. 'We've spent all that time and money and come out with nothing.' He sounded right disgusted and it amused me that I could alter that. I went into my handbag and pulled out a small pouch and dropped in his lap.

'What's this?'

'Well, we counted twelve of these into the bag that was sealed, but it's not my fault when they recount them and only find eleven.'

'You shouldn't have done that. They're not our diamonds.'

'No they're not. But do you think the Dutch are going to hand over what they've got to the South Africans? I don't think so. So either you use these to offset our expenses or give them to Pieter. It doesn't matter to me.'

'We'll talk about it later,' he said, putting the pouch away in his pocket.

It was just a short hop from Amsterdam to London and so we soon landed and getting a taxi, were soon on our way home. But we didn't go there but went straight to Whitehall to see Spencer.

'Well done Kane,' he said to Marcus when we sat down in his office. 'The Dutch moved a bit premature, but they recovered the diamonds.'

'It wasn't my doing sir. Tracey was the one you should be saying well done to. It was her that found out the method and the people involved.'

'Oh, er, well done Ka...., er, Tracey.'

'Why thank you sir,' I said, giving him a sweet smile.

'I haven't spoken to Pieter yet but I expect he and the government there are a bit peeved at the Dutch,' Marcus said to Spencer.

'Damn right they are, but we've just had news that four British people have been killed in a car accident and I've instructed our man at the embassy there to see this agency and tell them he's acting on behalf of the relatives of the victims and for them to see about shipping the bodies back home.'

'Well I suppose that's good news for us but bad news for the families involved. Do they know yet?'

'They're being told now and that we are footing the bill to have them brought home. So van Reiter can have another go.'

'Can I interrupt sir?' I asked.

'Yes Tracey?' Spencer asked.

'Might I suggest that Pieter have the van from the embalmers filmed leaving the premises and to continue filming till the coffins are loaded onto the plane. Then to have a second camera filming from inside the cargo hold of the plane to show the van arriving, unloading and the coffins placed on board. With the camera still running, he should have two morticians inside the hold to then open a coffin and see if there are any diamonds inside the skull. This will then be enough evidence to have them arrested at that end after we collar the final receiver of the diamonds this end.

We could also film this end when the coffins are unloaded onto their van to carry on till they are delivered to wherever the place is in London. We could then also follow who ever collects the diamonds to see where they end up.'

'Sounds good to me,' said Marcus, and I was pleased to see that Spencer was slowly nodding his head as he weighed up what I had just said.

'I agree,' he finally said. 'I'll get onto South Africa and ask them if they can do this without letting this end of the operation know that we are on to them.'

With that, we left to go home.

'I hope we get called in to follow this up from our end,' I said to Marcus as the taxi drove us home.

'I'll make sure we do,' he replied. 'I'll get Pieter to speak on our behalf and let us know himself when and if they do actually send any diamonds this time.'

It was only a short ride to our home and I was glad to be there though I would have liked to have spent a bit more time in South Africa and seen a bit more of the country. I made us a lovely dinner and we had a bottle of South African wine to wash it down and while I was preparing the meal, Marcus spoke to Pieter over the phone. So after we had eaten, it was to our own bed we went to make slow love to one another.

Chapter Eight

It was two days before Pieter rang back and Marcus took the call and I saw him smile at what he heard.

'Bingo!' he cried as he put the phone down. 'They've found diamonds in the corpse they checked and no doubt the other three have got them too.' He gave me a hug and a kiss. 'Your plan worked! They've got it all on film so they can now pick them up at any time. Now let's hope that our lot don't blow it like the Dutch. Got to speak to Spencer to see if they are prepared.' He went back onto the phone and I mentally hugged myself and hoped that we could go along to see the end of this adventure.