Steeling a Dream
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
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Steele Holting On
Steeling a Dream
Part 2: Under a Steele Dark Sky
Part 2: Under a Steele Dark Sky
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Steele Holting On
Prologue
“Mr. Carlisle?”
“Yes, Riley?”
“I’ve got a lead on that girl in the restaurant.” The young man crossed over to Johnny Carlisle’s desk
and dropped a newspaper on it. The headlines of the local paper out of Cork, Ireland, read “Steele
Alive.” A clear photo of Remington and Laura Steele at the Cork Airport graced the cover as well.
The slim man, sporting graying brown hair and steel blue eyes, gave the picture a thorough perusal.
He thought again of the pretty young woman who’d adroitly approached him in a London restaurant.
For two thousand dollars, she’d given him a tip worth gold: that Interpol had captured Denis O’
Callaghan and was on Johnny’s trail. Armed with that knowledge, he’d had time to give the police
agency the slip and was staying ahead of them.
“Well, well, well, Mickey. Now I know who you are,” he murmured to himself. He tapped his pen on
the desk twice, then ordered, “Riley, send five dozen roses to Mrs. Steele at the Remington Steele
Agency in Los Angeles.”
“What do you want the card to say, sir?”
“Just put ‘Thanks, Johnny’ on it.”
“Yes, sir. White roses?”
“Of course.” He tilted the page to get a better look at the man in the picture. “And you, Mr. Steele.
Seems I owe you another one. It’s been a long time, Cousin.”
Chapter One -- Aftermath
“Mr. Carlisle?”
“Yes, Riley?”
“I’ve got a lead on that girl in the restaurant.” The young man crossed over to Johnny Carlisle’s desk
and dropped a newspaper on it. The headlines of the local paper out of Cork, Ireland, read “Steele
Alive.” A clear photo of Remington and Laura Steele at the Cork Airport graced the cover as well.
The slim man, sporting graying brown hair and steel blue eyes, gave the picture a thorough perusal.
He thought again of the pretty young woman who’d adroitly approached him in a London restaurant.
For two thousand dollars, she’d given him a tip worth gold: that Interpol had captured Denis O’
Callaghan and was on Johnny’s trail. Armed with that knowledge, he’d had time to give the police
agency the slip and was staying ahead of them.
“Well, well, well, Mickey. Now I know who you are,” he murmured to himself. He tapped his pen on
the desk twice, then ordered, “Riley, send five dozen roses to Mrs. Steele at the Remington Steele
Agency in Los Angeles.”
“What do you want the card to say, sir?”
“Just put ‘Thanks, Johnny’ on it.”
“Yes, sir. White roses?”
“Of course.” He tilted the page to get a better look at the man in the picture. “And you, Mr. Steele.
Seems I owe you another one. It’s been a long time, Cousin.”
Chapter One -- Aftermath