blake's on the case, but he thinks it's a suitcase
So i visited May's mother today while May was at school and the door into the apartment was open so i just walked right in and it was kind of murky and there were a few parts of the ceiling that were dripping somewhat randomly which created a strange kind of music to my ears as i searched for Mrs. Wilmot who it turned out was sleeping.
She looked up for a moment and had a hard time opening her eyes and she smelled a little bit like vodka and whiskey like if you had them in the same glass and she said 'what the feck do you want? You know i payed the rent already,' and i said 'actually my name is Blake Samuels and i was wondering if you could help me find mr. wilmot,' and she said 'bah! that freeloader! when you find him tell him i want to stab him in the eye and pull his intestines out of his mouth and choke him to death with him,' and i said 'ok but i really need to find him to tell him that,' and she said 'GET THE FECK OUT ALREADY!!!' and i said 'please...' but she shouted 'FECK!!!' again and threw and alarm clock at me followed by a pack of cigarettes, and the cigarettes came from a bar nearby so i figured i would go there and snoop around.
I like the word snoop. Sounds detective like.
At the bar there was this old man with sunken eyes and sad look on his face and i asked him if he knew mr wilmot and he nodded at a man near the door and the man closed and locked the door and then the old man said 'did he send you?' and i said 'no sir,' and he said 'you're a bad liar, boy,' and i said 'maybe but right now i'm telling the truth even if i'm telling it badly,' and he said 'funny guy, huh?' and all the time his face never changed and always looked sad and i said 'i'm looking for mr wilmot because he took my client's dog,' and the old man turned to the guy by the door and said 'is that slang for cash or drugs or something?' and the man nodded so the old man said 'well you best find my "dog" too,' and i said 'cool ok i'll ask him about it when i find him but i need some place to get started looking' and the old man pointed me in the direction of a factory mr wilmot used to work out before he vanished.
So i went to the factory and i got the address for mr wilmot's last known residential address but it's a bit far away so i decided it would be best to go tomorrow instead of today.
Back at the office Kris had another a coffee waiting for me and i said 'you bought the coffee i told you about, right?' and she smiled and nodded so i asked, 'and two sugars this time, yeah?' and she smiled and nodded and i took a sip but it was still bad so i said 'maybe next time try three, okay?' and she smiled and nodded and then said 'no calls today,' and i said 'ok' and then went into my office and sat down in my chair and watched the rain for a while.
I'm at least happy i'm getting somewhere, even if i'm tired as a dog.
This detective stuff is really interesting!
Blake out.
She looked up for a moment and had a hard time opening her eyes and she smelled a little bit like vodka and whiskey like if you had them in the same glass and she said 'what the feck do you want? You know i payed the rent already,' and i said 'actually my name is Blake Samuels and i was wondering if you could help me find mr. wilmot,' and she said 'bah! that freeloader! when you find him tell him i want to stab him in the eye and pull his intestines out of his mouth and choke him to death with him,' and i said 'ok but i really need to find him to tell him that,' and she said 'GET THE FECK OUT ALREADY!!!' and i said 'please...' but she shouted 'FECK!!!' again and threw and alarm clock at me followed by a pack of cigarettes, and the cigarettes came from a bar nearby so i figured i would go there and snoop around.
I like the word snoop. Sounds detective like.
At the bar there was this old man with sunken eyes and sad look on his face and i asked him if he knew mr wilmot and he nodded at a man near the door and the man closed and locked the door and then the old man said 'did he send you?' and i said 'no sir,' and he said 'you're a bad liar, boy,' and i said 'maybe but right now i'm telling the truth even if i'm telling it badly,' and he said 'funny guy, huh?' and all the time his face never changed and always looked sad and i said 'i'm looking for mr wilmot because he took my client's dog,' and the old man turned to the guy by the door and said 'is that slang for cash or drugs or something?' and the man nodded so the old man said 'well you best find my "dog" too,' and i said 'cool ok i'll ask him about it when i find him but i need some place to get started looking' and the old man pointed me in the direction of a factory mr wilmot used to work out before he vanished.
So i went to the factory and i got the address for mr wilmot's last known residential address but it's a bit far away so i decided it would be best to go tomorrow instead of today.
Back at the office Kris had another a coffee waiting for me and i said 'you bought the coffee i told you about, right?' and she smiled and nodded so i asked, 'and two sugars this time, yeah?' and she smiled and nodded and i took a sip but it was still bad so i said 'maybe next time try three, okay?' and she smiled and nodded and then said 'no calls today,' and i said 'ok' and then went into my office and sat down in my chair and watched the rain for a while.
I'm at least happy i'm getting somewhere, even if i'm tired as a dog.
This detective stuff is really interesting!
Blake out.
posted by Kenshin at 9:13 PM
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paid...:P
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