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 Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:19 pm
Ryan saw Anne was very upset, and needed some comfort, not that he was used to giving it. He held his arm out, as if to give a partial hug. "Umm, hey, are you okay?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:21 pm
"Yeah, I am fine thanks. That James is just another jerk." she said as she gave him a hug.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:21 pm
James drove home after taking a picture of Anne with his camera. He opened the phone book and called a PI and waited for him to arive.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:27 pm
"Okay, well umm." Ryan wasn't sure at all what to do. He partially returned the hug with his arm, though not very hard. "Would you feel better if you got something to eat, or, well, something?" Damn, he was just going to make it worse.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:30 pm
"Maybe, that might be just what I need." She said lifting her hand over his shoulder as to help him walk.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:35 pm
Detective Lawrence Gilman knocked politely on James' door, a small notepad in his opposite hand. He compared the address on the paper and the address attached to the house several times.
He didn't want to make that mistake again.
He had just begun doing Private Investigation work in his off hours, (after some encouragement from his wife) and was a little green at the business.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:40 pm
"Alright, umm, let's go get some food then."
The gesture she made didn't go unnoticed, people were always trying to help him, as though he couldn't take care of himself. "Really, Ms. Devero, I'm alright. It's just a limp, I can manage." He tried to say it as nicely as he could, knowing she was just trying to help.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:41 pm
James opened the door. "Hello Detective please come in." James opened the door. His face had stopped bleeding but he still looked gruesome. He walked over to a coffee table and picked up some pieces of paper before he sat down.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:43 pm
She looked at him, "Oh, sorry...and you can call me Anna...if you want to." she said wiping her tears. They soon made it to the coffee shop and she opened the door for him and herself.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:48 pm
Larry smiled cheerfully at the fellow, in spite of the damage.
"Ah, thank you, Mr. Capilano! And just Larry, please."
Larry hopped inside at the invitation.
"You were...ah...vague over the phone. Are you in some kind of trouble? You look a little worse for the wear."
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:54 pm
James looked at him. "No well not anything of your concern. I just need you to follow someone and report back on a regular basis." James took out a photo and layed it on the table. "This is her. I need her watched. If she leaves the area I need to know." James put down a list of instructions. "If she does something out of the ordinary let me know and write it down."
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:57 pm
"S'alright. I'll keep that in mind, Ms. Devero, er, Anna." He nooded his thanks as she held the door open. Ryan wasn't too hungry, but the adrenaline from the fihgt had left him wanting something. He walked up to the counter. "I'll just have a cream-cheese muffin, please." He turned back to Anna, what would you like to get?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:05 pm
Larry looked thoughtfully at the picture and instructions, trying to keep his remarks on topic.
"I'm not sure if...ah...hmm."
Larry smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sorry. I only set up office a few weeks ago. But I do work for the police, and I'm pretty sure...I mean, do you need to establish evidence of adultry for a divorce hearing?" That impressive string of words was courtesy trade jargon. He resisted the urge to lapse into an accent. Professional. That was the name of the game.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:06 pm
((Sorry for taking so long. xd ))
Anna looked at him. "Uhh...I'll order for myself thanks." she said smiling. "Let's see...can I get a hamberger and french fries and a soda and a vanilla ice cream please?" She had ordered and payed and went and sat down at the bar, waiting for Ryan to come over by her too.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:07 pm
"Not married. She's pregnant with my baby and I wnat to make sure that if she doesn't want to take care of it that I can. It is just a precausion. It will take nine months but I will pay you hansomely."
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