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Scott got out of the car outside Red Riding, and was almost bowled over by another wave of pain in his chest. Just as suddenly, it was gone. What was wrong with him? After this he'd have to get checked out. Still somewhat shaken, he locked the car and walked in.

Red Riding didn't have a reputation for being empty much, but it was. A pretty, innocent-looking girl he recognized as Red Lafonette was the only person he saw, and she was in the process of cleaning a table. He walked up to her, taking out his badge and flipping it open. "Excuse me, Miss Lafonette? I'm Detective Darren Scott; if I could just ask for a minute or two of your time?"

(sorry for the delay.)By the time Martin arrived in the designated airport, it was very late, he felt tired enough to drop off his feet, the flight was one big disaster, he had to have his luggage searched for an hour because a pin had found its way into one of his pockets, followed by several delays and a boarding pass dificulty. And then when he finally found his seat he found that he sat between an old man who snored like a washing machine, and a woman with a noisy child, thus crushing his dreams of sleeping during the plane ride. After arriving martin checked into a roadside hotel, and dropped off to sleep the moment he hit the pillow. After waking he got a rental car and drove to his designation, the psychic store 'what an odd place for a briefing to take place.' He thought, knocking on the door.

" VAt is it?" madame sonja stuck her head out of her door. "Who are you vat do you vant?" her nails dug into the wood on the door post.

" Monseiur jacky? Oh..well he's a great customer...he was here almost everyweek." She bent down slowly and picked up a peice of garbage behind her. The skirt she wore slipped up. She slowly rose and looked at the detective" Why are you asking about Jack? I wanna talk to you..personally.." she winked.

Scott smiled neutrally. "He was a regular customer, huh? That must have put a strain on his marriage." As he spoke, he watched her face carefully for any giveaways or odd ticks. It was hard questioning people like this, people who were so over the top it was hard to judge what normal was for them. If you couldn't tell what normal was, how were you supposed to tell when they were acting abnormally?

Lindea nodded again. "Mad at each other. Tell me what is your business and were they customers?"

"This is very important, Miss," said Scott, his voice slightly impatient, "Do you know anyone who would want to hurt-" He broke off as the pain hit him again, nearly causing him to fall over; the only reason he stayed up was the table, which he leaned on heavily, breathing in sharp gasps. What the hell? This wasn't normal. Something was severely wrong.

"Sorry," Scott said vaguely. He was suddenly no longer sure what was going on. "Look, I need you to call an ambulance, and see if you can get in touch with-" he lost his breath as the pain hit him again, slamming him back into the pillows. After a second, he continued, his voice barely audible. "Brier Rose. Tell Rose... tell her..." He trailed off, his eyes clearing slightly as he seemed to remember where he was and what was happening. "I mean, Rozenfield. Captain Rozenfield. Tell her-" He drew a ragged breath. "She'll need to know what's happened." He took his hand from her chest and gently touched her face. "Okay? Can you do that?"