Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 29

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Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 29

Ep 28

“Surely your lady friend or wife will love to receive a small gift?”
“Not today thanks. However there might be a way you can help me.”

Claire used her shoulder to nudge the glass door. She waltzed in carrying a mug of coffee.
She placed the steaming hot liquid on a glass shelf.

“It’s for you Sir.”
The man let out a low whistle. “Hello, gorgeous. My you have long slender legs.”
“Don’t go there,” she growled. Her face instantly changed to a dark storm cloud full of rain.

“If you want sugar, add and stir it yourself.”
Claire rolled her eyes before marching over to a nearby mirror to review the damage to her
leather pants.

“My partner, Detective Ambroso is a bit on the feisty side today,” whispered Kendal, through
a cupped hand.

“I heard that,” hissed Claire. Peeling her image away from the mirror she rejoined Kendal,
punching him in the arm.
“Detective, I feel sorry for you. I’m Jeff Delepan. I own this jewellery shop. She’s my baby.

I’ve put my heart and soul into his place. When I was robbed it felt like I’d lost a member of my
family. Now I feel like the prodigal son has returned. Again I thank you.” Facing Claire the man’s
smile broadened. “My offer stands about the jewellery. Is there something you might like Miss.
Ambroso?”

“Jeff, if you could spare a moment?” interrupted Kendal. “Your time is enough for me.”

“What about you Miss. Ambroso, fancy anything?”

Claire gave the jeweler a graveyard stare.
“In the way of gold, I mean.”
She slowly raised her hands. “No thanks, against police policy.”
“Jeff, if I could ask your expert opinion on something?”
The man raised his eyebrows to indicate his interest.
Kendal extracted his wedding ring from a pocket.
“You want it melted down and made new?”
“No, I like the ring the way it is. I need to know is it possible to attach a spike to the ring? If
so will it be strong enough to hold my weight?”
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Delepan had doubt written all over his face. “Not possible. Gold is far too soft to weld.”
Kendal started rubbing his chin. Glancing sideways at Claire he immediately stopped.
“What could I use to accomplish such a feat?”
“Metal. You’d have to use steel.”
“Could you do the job?”
“If I owned a welder I could easily do the job. Why the strange question?”
“I’m curious about the idea.”
“Maybe you should ask a local boilermaker,” suggested Jeff.
Kendal and Claire bid the man a good day and strolled back to the security guard. A sports
store full of people caught Kendal’s attention. He jabbed Claire in the ribs, signaled the security
guard to wait for a further three minutes before marching off.
Claire needed to run to keep pace. “Sugar, what’s up?”
“I’ve one more stop.”
She rolled her eyes as they power walked into the large sports store.
“Can I help you Sir?” asked a man standing behind the main counter.
He wore a grey tie over a faded pink shirt which could have housed two people. His salt and
pepper hair looked long and untidy.
“How about you Miss? You look as though you need a new outfit.”
Claire stared at the tall middle-aged man.
“Fella, you need a haircut,” she replied.
“Sir, I hope you can help me,” hinted Kendal. “I’m after a certain type of sporting equipment.
I’m hoping you might stock it. I’m after clips to climb a wall.”
The man’s hazel eyes sparkled. “We sell lots of mountain climbing equipment. If you’d like
to follow me I’ll show you our extensive range.”

Kendal followed the man down a long narrow aisle. Claire brought up the rear eyeing off the
new clothes hanging neatly on their hangers. She stopped to grab an outfit. She looked lustfully at
the shiny green leather till she discovered the material was vinyl. Hastily she replaced the outfit.
Glancing about the store she spied Kendal standing amongst golf equipment.
Marching over Claire grabbed a three iron, pretending to line up a fictitious green at the end
of a fairway.
“Cleats, rope and everything you will need are right here,” reported the man. “Are you
thinking of taking your kids’ rock climbing?”
“No,” stated Kendal, truthfully. He flashed his police badge. “Don’t look too disappointed.
Maybe you will have a sale.” He pointed to women’s clothing over his right shoulder. “Do you
have black leather pants size eight?”

The man nodded. “Miss, there are new leather pants hanging on the rack two shelves back.”
The moment he saw Claire standing in front of the correct shelf he switched his attention back to
Kendal.
“Detective I’m not sure how else I can help you?”
“What I’m after is something I can slip on my toes and fingers to climb a vertical brick wall.”
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The man couldn’t contain his excitement. “I’ve got just the thing.” He ran for a small box
nestled in the furthest corner of the shop. He returned holding up a pair of oval finger and toe
rings. Both were wide enough to fit two toes and two fingers in each ring.