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estdeus_innobisThursday January 7th,[ Day 221]
Karina and Maryk's Porch
Mid morning
It's past time i got back to work. i got an investigation that ain't gonna get any easier the longer it sits. I tried to see that O'Leary broad again and this time didn't go no better than the last.. I open my mouth and she screeches and throws a pot at me.
So I try a different tack and start hangin' round the Reeves house to see if I can spot something. Not much happening there. An no one is conveniently saying nothing 'bout Reeves himself. I do notice that the son is tryin;'real hard to be the man a the house which to him means orderin' the women around. Says lots bout what kinda man Reeves was. An the widow Reeves is real quiet. An real watchful. Specially of her son. But this ain't enough for me to go the Mab n' say I think his wife did it. i'd need somethin' much more solid. N' 'sides, I don't think she did. couldn;t say why 'zackly but I don't think it was her.
It's past time I I admitted that maybe I could use a hand. Attached to a human bein'. That's why I'm here crouched in the shadows of the porch studyin' the other occupant. Big solid guy he is, leaning casually on the porch railing smokin' something very much like a cigarette except it smells of cloves as much as tobacco. Hope he takes my appearance on his doorstep a little easier than he did my presence at Hermia 'n Valmont's table.
That and I really oughta find out what He an Karina gotta say bout the frame that the murderer tried to put them in. From what Mab said she never took it the least bit serious that Karina or Maryk did it. Maybe that's why she ain't really bothered to takea proper statement from them. An' that's as good a place to start as i'm gonna get.
Take a couple steps outta my shadow, clear my throat. "How's it goin', Pal?"
[Open to Maryk and Karina]
Karina and Maryk's Porch
Mid morning
It's past time i got back to work. i got an investigation that ain't gonna get any easier the longer it sits. I tried to see that O'Leary broad again and this time didn't go no better than the last.. I open my mouth and she screeches and throws a pot at me.
So I try a different tack and start hangin' round the Reeves house to see if I can spot something. Not much happening there. An no one is conveniently saying nothing 'bout Reeves himself. I do notice that the son is tryin;'real hard to be the man a the house which to him means orderin' the women around. Says lots bout what kinda man Reeves was. An the widow Reeves is real quiet. An real watchful. Specially of her son. But this ain't enough for me to go the Mab n' say I think his wife did it. i'd need somethin' much more solid. N' 'sides, I don't think she did. couldn;t say why 'zackly but I don't think it was her.
It's past time I I admitted that maybe I could use a hand. Attached to a human bein'. That's why I'm here crouched in the shadows of the porch studyin' the other occupant. Big solid guy he is, leaning casually on the porch railing smokin' something very much like a cigarette except it smells of cloves as much as tobacco. Hope he takes my appearance on his doorstep a little easier than he did my presence at Hermia 'n Valmont's table.
That and I really oughta find out what He an Karina gotta say bout the frame that the murderer tried to put them in. From what Mab said she never took it the least bit serious that Karina or Maryk did it. Maybe that's why she ain't really bothered to takea proper statement from them. An' that's as good a place to start as i'm gonna get.
Take a couple steps outta my shadow, clear my throat. "How's it goin', Pal?"
[Open to Maryk and Karina]
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Date: 2010-04-21 01:48 am (UTC)I'm glad I didn't have to come up with suggestions for him. Those two things are easy enough to come up with for him.
"I'll be right back," I say and head into the kitchen. "Hey, Lena. We've got a guest. Can I get a glass-- no, a bowl with some milk and a plate with some of the sausage left from breakfast."