FridayFlash: Miss Amanda

This follows on from last week’s Dirk Hartog in the Whorehouse.

Miss Amanda’s eyes lowered and her gaze held the warp and weave of her suit pants as she contemplated her answer.

“As you can appreciate, Detective – my business is of a delicate nature and we normally protect the identity of our clients. But in this case..” she broke off and poured herself a glass of water. Long French-manicured fingers curled around the crystal glass. She drank slowly then replaced the glass. “Portia had a number of high profile friends through our agency.”

“Miss Amanda,” the words fell out his mouth before he could catch them. He felt like he was addressing the old bitch who had taught him third form algebra. “We both now these are not friends, you run a business, you have clients. But you know what, you can have your weasel words. Just give me a name.”

“Let me remind you Detective you were invited here for this discussion.”

“And I can walk out right now and come back with a search and seize warrant as well as a tribe of Feedos.”

“You seem to be having lapses in social graces from all angles, Detective.” Miss Amanda’s pointer finger, rubbed at a spot on her breast bone, but Hartog kept his eyes screwed into hers. “Surely you realise I have friends who sit in places much higher than you.”


Hartog stood, reaching out for the recorder and turning it off.

“Strictly off the record. Who?”

“Howard McLean.”

“The Minister of Defence!” Hartog rocked forward, his face crumpled into disbelief. “You are telling me the Minister of Defence, the former leader of the Puritan party pays for sex… and implicated in the murder of his favourite call girl.” Hartog laughed. “I’m sorry Miss Amanda, but I just don’t believe that any more than I believe he was in love with a prostitute.”

“Detective, you seem to be caught in the notion we only traffic flesh here. Let me remind you for the second time, my girls are not employed to just have sex.” She sighed and drank the rest of her water. “Mr McLean has a penchant for smart, witty women. He likes conversation. Portia was good at conversing. You only have to look at his wife to know he’d be seeking stimulation outside of his marriage.”

“Are you sure we’re not talking about sex?”

Miss Amanda ignored him. “I am telling you Detective that someone got to Portia as a warning to the Minister. And I imagine that would be of interest to you and your colleagues at the Department of Civil Welfare.”

Hartog turned the recorder back on and placed it on the table between them.

“Was there anything special about Portia?”

Miss Amanda reached out and switched the recorder off.

“You insult me with such a question Detective. Come back when you’re prepared to actually listen to what I have to say.”

Hartog stood again, slipping the recorder into his deep coat pocket.

“Thank you for your time. I will keep you updated as to the progress of the case. And I do appreciate our little chat.” He emphasised the final words, mimicking her faux politeness. Smiling a crooked smile he left before she could get out of her chair.

As he rode down in the elevator he slipped an ear pod in and waited for the phone call. He sat further down the street drinking bad coffee when the call finally went through.

“They do have Hartog on the case. Your source was correct.”

“Did he mention anything about the InfoCap?”

“He said nothing about anything found on the body and I didn’t want to venture with leading questions.”

“Did you really think someone like Hartog would whip the InfoCap out onto the table and ask if you knew what it was?”

“I did as you asked. I invited him in and feed him the information. Now what?”

“We wait and see. Did he mention Portia’s brother?”

“He’s got no idea. He never mentioned her surname. He thinks it is just another whore being cut up – quote unquote.”

“The department would not put Hartog onto a whore slashing. Sit tight. You have done well Amanda.”

“My pleasure, sir. Would you like me to book you someone for this week? I think you’ll enjoy Portia’s replacement.”

Hartog smiled, pulling the earpod out and took the tiny capsule out of his pocket again. So it had a name.

An InfoCap.

He charged his coffee streaked mug in mock toast to Miss Amanda and waited while his notebook brought up all the information the City’s database had on Portia, tapping a link and wirelessly hacking, via the NavSan, into the last known address for her neurologist brother Benjamin. It also bought up all other associated files.

When the photo came up Hartog had to look twice. Portia’s brother wasn’t any old brain boffin, but BenJin, the city’s most notorious Feedographer.

Hartog was a purist and nothing about Feedography appealed to him –24 hour news-tainment, bull shit, paparaazi styled intrusion which was cast out on everything from electronic billboards to the microwave oven.

Feedography was the scum-of-the-earth, hybrid offspring of journalism, the cult of social networking and a cultural belief everyone had something important to report and someone else was interested in that unimportant something. It didn’t free society to give everyone access to technology to film and upload for mass consumption. It was the Propaganda of the Irrelevant realised on global level for a miniscule programming budget. The Politicians and public loved it. No one had to think too hard. Hartog hated it. It was worse than anything Big Brother could have thought up. CC TV in everyone’s hands.

He did admit, BenJin did make it work for him and had made more than one City Elder or Politician cringe. He’d bought down at least two corrupt corporations. BenJin took his job seriously, more so than the average two-bit freelancer. The ten second sound-bite was BenJin’s kingdom. And now, BenJin’s only surviving relative was dead.

The game had just become a whole lot more interesting.

Crystal Tumber from Warwick Crystal Designs UK.

23 thoughts on “FridayFlash: Miss Amanda

    • Thanks Donald. I could tell you what the Info Cap is – but then I’d have to kill you. In time you will find out what it is.. but there will be some sneaky clues as to what it might be coming up soon.


    • I forgot to link through to last week’s story – which sets up the scene. Basically he’s a detective and assigned to a murder case – a prostitute found dead in an alleyway. He’s been invited to her place of business to discuss the case.


  1. What really strikes me about your writing– here and in your FF novella, too– is how strong and likeable your women can be. Even in dubious employment like this Miss Amanda I can sense her strength and intelligence. You definitely do our gender a service with your stories and never seem to sacrifice them for the sake of a thrill or anything. It’s very impressive.

    I had to read the bit about Feedography a couple of times to understand what you were getting it. The exposition seemed a bit heavy there. But then, I was reading it on my phone, and that can make longer paragraphs more difficult to absorb.


    • Interesting you point out the bit about the Feedography – it is an info dump – unashameably so. yes it is too wordy and going to have to go back and see how I can get it acros with a greater sense of simplicity.

      and thank you for the comment on my female protagonists (well my females in general)… I guess feminism is alive and kicking here – and I would never sacrifice any of them for a cheap narrative arc. I love them all to much to do that. That’s not to say I don’t put many of them in terrible situations… but I always let them hold their own and don’t assume some white knight is going to ride in and save them.

      Miss Amanda is actually a bit of a weasel… and we will be seeing her again. Not sure when, or under what circumstances, but she’s got herself caught up in a very deadly game.


    • BenJin rocks out… when I wrote the first draft I didn’t quite ‘get him’… but get him loud and clear now… and he’s a good combatant alongside Hartog. Neither of them ultimately like each other, but they have a great respect for each other at the same time.

      And yes – dialogue a favourite… and that’s what is going to keep me coming back and writing this. Gratefully, I have been writing this ahead of time and can let it sit and come back to it with fresh eyes. This is the first time ever I’ve been able to do this.


  2. The game, indeed, has taken an interesting turn.

    Love the “banter” between Miss Amanda and Hartog!

    And news-tainment is so true of what’s on television these days.

    Well done. Now will wait for more.


    • Thanks Marisa – we’ve been watching the last few years the complete disintergration of news and the rising up for independent news reporting via the internet.

      I haven’t quite pegged the description of Feedography in this section – but I wanted to give people some idea of what goes on. It was an idea I stole from Neal Stephenson’s “Snow Crash” and developed from there.


  3. Hey Jodi this story is rocking my socks 🙂

    You’ve got a couple of typos/missed verb particles, but you’ll pick those up on your next edit, no doubt.

    I was a bit stumped when Hartog put his earpiece in and waited for the call and we jumped into the dialogue between Miss A and the minister. Perhaps indenting that conversation would assist the reader?

    Bring on next week’s roller derby, er, I mean blood bath!


  4. I like this nearish future setting
    I too was a little confused to begin with when Hartog put the InfoCapin and the others started the conversation, but it cleared itself quickly enough!

    I look forward to next week’s!


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