The place was a bit of a mess, but nothing her insurance wouldn't cover. Belle had come home from visiting her agent, to try and salvage something of the mess she'd made with trying to find out a bit more about Therese, in order that she could help the girl. Richard Richardson of Rich Promotions had been trying to get hold of her ever since she forwarded him the file of Taz' artwork. So finally she had kept the appointment and had explained what had happened. Rich was understanding, but also far too curious. "You like her, don't you? I mean, you<i>like her</i>, like her. You dirty old cow, you're old enough to be her granny!" he had told her with a knowing grin. Belle had blushed and said that nothing was going to happen on that front because she'd totally blown it by having the girl followed. Anyway, she had offered to try and find Taz and give her in cash the advance that Epitaph records were offering her to use one of her pieces of street art as a CD cover.<br/><br/>And when she got home she found police cars all around her place, police tape blocking her door, and an angry looking young man in the back of one of the cars. "Name's Peter Hammond, been in Juvie a couple times for minor crap," The officer in charge told her. "No known address, lives on the streets. He tripped the alarm when he broke one of the back windows. Doesn't seem to have done much damage. Say, are you<i>the </i>Belle Morton? My mom is a huge fan. Can I get your autograph, she'd be so thrilled?"<br/><br/>The silent alarm had alerted the private security company who had alerted the police and had sent one of their own patrols. They had apprehended the lad trying to leave with a bag full of jewellery, a bottle of expensive scotch and one of her platinum discs, and detained him until the cops arrived. It looked like he had actually taken the time to play the drum kit, had knocked over one of the high hats and left the drumsticks on the snare. The police asked Belle to come to the station to make a statement. She was shown into the squad room, and had just finished giving her rather sparse account of the day when she heard some sort of commotion. The boy who had tried to burgle her place was being transferred from an interview room to a holding cell and suddenly started yelling.<br/><br/>"It was her, she put me up to it, her, right there..." The boy was pointing, or trying to because he had his hands cuffed behind his back, at a young woman who was just being dragged into the station. The young woman reacted predictably, and Belle leapt to her feet and ran across the room to the girl's side.<br/><br/>"Don't be stupid. If Taz had put him up to it he would never have tripped the alarm, because this girl knows how to turn it on and off."<br/><br/>The cop holding Taz back glared at the old woman who was interfering. "You know this kid?"<br/><br/>"Of course I know her. She's a good kid. She lives with me as a live-in helper. In fact I was wondering what had happened. She disappeared a few days ago after we had a quarrel. Therese, sweetie, I was so worried about you, where have you been?" She turned to the policeman. "Why is she here?" She snorted. "Trespass on railroad property? Phah! That's not even a misdemeanour, that's a private matter for the railroad, if they want to bring charges, well see how much they spend on fence repairs and signage every year. Not a lot I'll warrant. And if what she said is true, your resisting arrest charge will get thrown out by any judge with any common sense, and further I will be advising my lawyers to file assault charges against you!" She turned to Taz. "Come on, dear, let's go home."