the sneaky life of the sneaky detective
I slipped out early on monday morning to the office to see if i could get in contact with Kris but it would seem that i cannot as she is being watched by the group i suspect may have kidnapped me a little while ago. I watched them, hidden in a dark alley behind my new jacket, as they watched her from behind their newspapers and their sunglasses.
It felt very detective!
At the moment i feel it is best not to get in contact with Jane as this is probably a situation i can deal with by myself and besides this also seems a bit like the sort of work a detective in a cold rainy city like this one should be used to even if he doesn't like it.
I went to mr wilmot's house and it was deserted. the door had been kicked in and everything had been turned upside down. I wandered around the mess and got myself a glass of water and stood in the kitchen wondering what to do next when i heard some people talking and getting closer to the apartment so i quickly ran into a closet in the bedroom and waited and two people came into the house and started talking.
One of them said, 'You find him yet?' and the other older one said, 'you can see we turned the place upside down can't you?' and the first one replied, 'that wasn't my question,' and the older one said, '...no. No we haven't found him. Have found any feckin' clues whatsoever,' and the first one said, 'well you better hurry, because we don't like...' and the old one cut him off and said, 'i know what you don't like and i told ya i'd find him didn't i? We'll find him, you hear?' and then there was a pause and the old one said, '...could you... could you crush that for me?' and the first one said 'crush what?' and the old one made some sounds that were kind of high pitched and the first one said, 'why that's just a spider, you stupid git,' and the old one said, 'i don't care just get it the feck out of my face and let me get back to the search!' and the first one said, 'cool your head old man, don't want the other officers thinking you had a heart attack on routine patrol do we?' and the old one shouted 'GET IT OUT OF MY SITE, YOU HEAR!?'
and that was when i realised it was the old police officer from the other day who told me to watch out for my blood noses, which seemed strange to me.
I waited a good fifteen minutes after they left but when i tried to get out of the closet the door was jammed so i had to force it and when it opened the roof in the closet space collapsed and a bunch of papers fell on me as well as a box with some documents in it. While i gathered them all together i found a match book for a bar that wasn't far from Peter's place so i put it in my pocket and returned with everything to regroup and plan my next steps.
Today i went to the bar and it seemed nice enough, with pictures on the wall of old movie stars and a nice big selection of liquor on the back wall from all over the world. I spent most of the day just sitting at a booth and staring out at the rain, waiting and staking the place out for people or clues to come walking my way. At around five pm a girl came in and she wore a beautiful black long jacket and she had long red hair and she talked to the bar keeper in hushed tones and then waited as he left for a moment and came back with a package which he gave to her which i pretended not to see.
As she was leaving our eyes met momentarily and i felt as though i had been struck by lightning because her eyes seemed to knock me flat on my back they were so powerful and all of a sudden i felt like she knew everything i had been doing and she smiled to herself and left like it was just another day at the office and i just sat around for a little while trying to work out what had just happened.
Unfortunately the bar closed early tonight, though the barkeep assured me that tomorrow night they would be open longer so i guess i'll just have to stake the place out some more because this is the only lead i have.
And it's not because of the girl with the red hair, if that's what you're thinking.
It's for work.
Definitely not about that girl.
No way is she my focus.
It's all about Kasahara.
Really.
Blake out.
It felt very detective!
At the moment i feel it is best not to get in contact with Jane as this is probably a situation i can deal with by myself and besides this also seems a bit like the sort of work a detective in a cold rainy city like this one should be used to even if he doesn't like it.
I went to mr wilmot's house and it was deserted. the door had been kicked in and everything had been turned upside down. I wandered around the mess and got myself a glass of water and stood in the kitchen wondering what to do next when i heard some people talking and getting closer to the apartment so i quickly ran into a closet in the bedroom and waited and two people came into the house and started talking.
One of them said, 'You find him yet?' and the other older one said, 'you can see we turned the place upside down can't you?' and the first one replied, 'that wasn't my question,' and the older one said, '...no. No we haven't found him. Have found any feckin' clues whatsoever,' and the first one said, 'well you better hurry, because we don't like...' and the old one cut him off and said, 'i know what you don't like and i told ya i'd find him didn't i? We'll find him, you hear?' and then there was a pause and the old one said, '...could you... could you crush that for me?' and the first one said 'crush what?' and the old one made some sounds that were kind of high pitched and the first one said, 'why that's just a spider, you stupid git,' and the old one said, 'i don't care just get it the feck out of my face and let me get back to the search!' and the first one said, 'cool your head old man, don't want the other officers thinking you had a heart attack on routine patrol do we?' and the old one shouted 'GET IT OUT OF MY SITE, YOU HEAR!?'
and that was when i realised it was the old police officer from the other day who told me to watch out for my blood noses, which seemed strange to me.
I waited a good fifteen minutes after they left but when i tried to get out of the closet the door was jammed so i had to force it and when it opened the roof in the closet space collapsed and a bunch of papers fell on me as well as a box with some documents in it. While i gathered them all together i found a match book for a bar that wasn't far from Peter's place so i put it in my pocket and returned with everything to regroup and plan my next steps.
Today i went to the bar and it seemed nice enough, with pictures on the wall of old movie stars and a nice big selection of liquor on the back wall from all over the world. I spent most of the day just sitting at a booth and staring out at the rain, waiting and staking the place out for people or clues to come walking my way. At around five pm a girl came in and she wore a beautiful black long jacket and she had long red hair and she talked to the bar keeper in hushed tones and then waited as he left for a moment and came back with a package which he gave to her which i pretended not to see.
As she was leaving our eyes met momentarily and i felt as though i had been struck by lightning because her eyes seemed to knock me flat on my back they were so powerful and all of a sudden i felt like she knew everything i had been doing and she smiled to herself and left like it was just another day at the office and i just sat around for a little while trying to work out what had just happened.
Unfortunately the bar closed early tonight, though the barkeep assured me that tomorrow night they would be open longer so i guess i'll just have to stake the place out some more because this is the only lead i have.
And it's not because of the girl with the red hair, if that's what you're thinking.
It's for work.
Definitely not about that girl.
No way is she my focus.
It's all about Kasahara.
Really.
Blake out.
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