Chapter 3: A Lull In Operations

"Well, I'm most impressed, Jungle Jane." The Commissioner was being fulsome in his praise and Jane certainly wasn't objecting even if he always managed a sleazy leer on his lips whenever she was around. "Apart from that one incident on the day you arrived we haven't had any more of these mysterious robberies. Your presence is obviously having the desired effect."

That wasn't how some of the local papers saw it, though. Some had remarked that it was odd that the robberies had stopped once she'd been employed. They'd suggested that she'd carried out the robberies to create an opportunity for herself and that she was taking the Commissioner for a sucker. Commissioner Brown's tributes didn't make it any easier for Jane. She knew that Chief O'Mara wasn't keen on her being around and in reality she hadn't made any progress on identifying just who was responsible, much less succeeding in trapping them.

"That's all very well, Commissioner, but I want results. I want this criminal caught, behind bars and I want his ill gotten gains recovered." The group was in the Mayor's office and the Mayor was making her views very clear. "And," she turned to the Commissioner, "so do you if you want to avoid any more of this..." She tossed a newspaper onto the table in front of Commissioner Brown. A cartoon showed a caricature of a pneumatic Jungle Jane swinging through the trees, clutching a chimpanzee with the Commissioner's face under her arm, pursuing a stripe-jerseyed criminal. Jane could hardly stop herself laughing, it was a very good likeness of the Commissioner.