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Mar-13-2009 04:11


To know what happened previously in this story please review the following thread.

The Daughters of Miss Violet Parr:

http://noir.playsleuth.com/map/cityhall/post.spy?id=30144

Mar-22-2009 05:14


Violet smiled.

She firmly believed that charming people was the best way to get anywhere with them. “I truly, apologise, kind Sir. You were very kind to help me and I shall be forever in your debt."

She pulled the painting away from his sight and adjusted her large purple hat as she continued. "I am a private detective, and a barrister with various connections and acquaintances in and around London. If I could be of any future help then please…”

She handed him her business card and immediately turned on her heels and started walking away.

Just then, she heard the staggering response she anticipated. “Wait… Miss… the train was ‘eading to Brighton.”

Violet turned and immediately asked. “…and where did you have the gentleman disembark?”

“’Scuse me?”

“You said you had him and his dog immediately off the train…” Violet’s voice grew impatient again. “Where do you ‘throw’ them off the train?”

“…well… Brighton…” said the man sheepishly.

“I see,” Violet rolled her eyes. “Was there a little girl with him?”

The man’s eyes widened suddenly realising the resemblance between the woman standing before him and the girl he saw with the man. “That man did not kidnap your girl did ‘e ma’am?”

Violet’s answer was sharp when it came. “He most definitely did not.”

Mar-22-2009 09:54

Meanwhile, Makensie was in the guest room of Violet's apartment, while Cody sat on the floor playing with his toys.

"Mommy, you look so pretty", Cody cooed.

"Well, thank you, my dear son", Makensie said, smiling.

She was getting ready to go out for dinner with Clift, and was just finishing up her hair.

"Oh, you look just beautiful, Ms Brewer", Ms Cevasco said from the doorway.

Makensie chuckles, and said, "Since when am I MS Brewer to you?"

"Just playing around", Ms Cevasco, said laughing.

Makensie was nervous for some reason, and was babbling on, "I do not know why I get so nervous when I go on a date with that man. This isnt like it is our first date"

"OBBBBviously not", Ms Cevasco said, as she glances over at Cody.

They chuckled, as Makensie said, "You are rotten", and threw a napkin at her, as she walked past her.

At that time, Clift walks in, and said, "You ready?"

"Sure am! Just let me get my shoes on", Makensie said, rushing into her room to grab them.

Ms Cevasco walks out, and said, "A woman is never ready on time, are they Mr Garrett?"

"SHE isn't anyway, and what is with the lastname calling?", he said, smiling.

"I HEARD THAT", Makensie yelled from the bedroom.

Ms Cevasco laughs, then said, "I'm practicing this nanny talk"

Clift smiled, and said, "Nanny talk? What is that?"

"Oh you know.....I'm like Mak's maid/babysitter/nanny/housekeeper/butler/cook all in one so, I'm just talking the role too", she said, chuckling.

Clift laughs, then said, "Makensieeee, dearrr, come on, we must get going!"

Walking out quickly, Makensie said, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Cody comes flying out of the room ...

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddyyyyyy!", he said, smiling, as he flew in his Dad's arms.

Clift scoops him up, swinging him around, and said, "Hey there sport! How's my boy doing?"

"Doing good Daddy! Doesn't Mommy look pretty?", Cody said, smiling.

Mar-22-2009 10:01

Clift looks at Makensie, kisses his son on the cheek, and said, "Your Mommy always looks pretty"

Makensie stands up, after getting her shoes on, and said, "Ok, I'm ready. Now we are off to Khan's. Give Mommy a kiss, Cody"

He leans out of his Dad's arms, and kisses her on the lips, as his little arms slide around her neck.

"I love you, sweety! You be good for Ms Cevasco", Makensie said, grabbing her purse.

Clift kisses his boy on the cheek, and said, "See you when we get back"

Clift stood back, and let Makensie walk out in front of him, as Ms Cevasco said after them....

"You kids be good, and be careful! Enjoy your dinner!"

As Clift and Makensie walked down the walk, Makensie said, "Hopefully, we can have a peaceful dinner"

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't we?", he said.

She looped her arm through his, and said, "Oh, I don't know. We are detectives, and seems excitement follows us everywhere"

He laughs, and said, "So right you are"

They walk on in comfortable silence, looking forward to their meal together.

Mar-22-2009 15:22

*Brighton - Harborside Motel - room 21 - 22:00hr*


Little Victoria was admiring herself in the mirror, apparently enchanted by the new dress she wore. She took small pirouettes just like a little ballerina.

Mike just stood there watching her as if he couldn’t get enough of her innocent beauty. He didn’t know whether it was because she was practically his only real link to his past or simply because he thought she was his daughter, but he indeed seemed to experience strong feelings for the kid.

“You look just like a little princess” he said as he appeared in the mirror, placing a hand onto her shoulder, smiling.

She looked at his reflection and smiled back, then took a deep bow as a ‘thank you’ as she did before. It seemed a little strange to him that she had such elegant manners, as nothing that he found out so far about his own person had given him the impression of having been more than a common man.

“Alright, kid” concluded him after a couple of minutes. “We need to go now. Daddy’s got a…meeting.” He looked around in search of the dog. “Hey…where did Pierre go?”

Victoria started to also look around the room, posing the usual exaggeration in her gestures as children usually do and then looked up to Mike and raised her shoulders, turning around both her palms.

“Well…maybe he’s around” concluded McCabe in the end. “He’ll show up later, I guess…so let’s go.”

He stretched his hand towards his daughter, but she stepped back, raised both her hands and smiled large at him.

“Oh well…then carrying it is” he said with a large smile, picking her up into his arms.

...

Mar-22-2009 15:23

*Brighton - McKinley’s Brewery - main lounge - 22:20hr*


“Anna! What a nice surprise to find you here!” exclaimed Mike seeing at the bar the waitress from the restaurant that day.

“McCabe…” she smiled “and also your little lovely daughter! Come here, take a seat.” She was all honey. “What in the world are you both doing here…Mike? Can I call you Mike?”

He nodded smiling. “You can call me anything you want, darling…as long as you called me tonight!”

“Well…I guess we have a naughty father on our hands…” flirted her back. “ You sure about this, sugar? You…don’t exactly seem to be in your best shape, you know…” She touched a cut above his eyebrow. “What ever happened to you, anyway?”

“Oh yeah…” Mike said, remembering the cuts and scratches on his face. “Apparently…I ran into a window. Don’t ask me any details though.”

“Secretive, huh? I hope you’re not going to get mysterious on me, McCabe.”

“Don’t worry, hun…I have quite enough mystery into my life right now.” He tried a cunning smile and took a seat, lifting Victoria up on a stool between them. “Say…” he continued “…I need to ask of you a little favor…”

Anna lit up a cigarette and gave him a half flirting and half mocking smile. “You just got into town today and not only you want to crawl between my sheets, but you’re already asking favors too?”

Mar-22-2009 15:24

Mike laughed.

“Now seriously, girl. I booked myself a fight tonight, but since I don’t know anybody in this town I had to bring the kid with me. Would you be kind thus kind enough to watch her while I go do what I came here for?”

“Now that’ll be my pleasure” answered her. “Hey…did you feed her anything this evening?”

“Not really…no” replied Mike tangled.

“Men!” Anna exclaimed in disapproval. “Hey, Ben!” shouted her at the tender. “Go fix me something for this little doll!”

“Coming right up!” the answer came.

“Alright, she’s covered now, McCabe.”

“Good” said him looking at the clock. “I have to go get ready for the fight.” He leaned a bit towards his daughter and gave her a small forehead kiss. “You be good now, Victoria. Stay here with this nice lady. Daddy’s got something to do. Ok?”

The little girl posed discontented and somehow frightened by the idea of losing him from her sight, but then the food came and she just started to eat slowly.

“Don’t let her out of your sight!” shouted Mike last at Anna as he was swallowed by the crowd.

“Don’t worry…” she replied “…I won’t!” Her voice appeared somehow strange, but McCabe didn’t pay attention.

...

Mar-22-2009 15:25

*locker room*


The restaurant had a main lounge with a free space right in the middle that served as dance floor and a ring. Apparently McKinley, the manager and owner of the establishment, used to be a boxer in his early years and even a good one at that. He actually got a shot to the title, but just a week before the fight he got himself into a car crash and lost one of his legs. Obviously his boxing carrier ended, but he had already managed to put aside some cash for rainy days, so he used it to open a bar. Since his passion for boxing didn’t die along with his chances of becoming a champion, he decided to mix his business with occasional prize fights and prepared everything necessary for it.

In the back of the establishment there were arranged some locker rooms. Mike found a free one and changed, then started to throw punches in front of the mirror in order to warm up and check his moves. He noticed thus that it came to him quite natural to move around like a boxer.

“Who knows…” he mumbled “…I might’ve done this before…”

A squeaky voice startled him from his thoughts.

“McCabe, you go on in 5 minutes.”

He turned around to see a small man with a mouse face sticking his head through the half open door. The fellow then stepped in the room, carrying a towel on his shoulder and a bucket of water.

“I’ll be in your corner tonight. Say…how should we introduce you?”

“What do you mean? My name is Mike McCabe.”

“Nah…it ain’t strong enough. We’ll call you…’Bulldog’” said the man, leaning a bit and looking on Mike’s back.

McCabe turned to the mirror and checked his back, noticing something that he didn’t see before. Somewhere between his shoulders there was a big tattoo - a bulldog head and underneath it there was a written word: ‘BULLDOG’.

“I guess I wasn’t really a guy with a lot of imagination…” mumbled him.

...

Mar-22-2009 15:26

*back in the main lounge, organized as a ring now - 23:00hr*


“Remember: you don’t get the rest of the dough if you don’t last at least 3 rounds” said ‘mouse face’ as McCabe got into the ring.

Mike took a look at his opponent. He was ‘the favorite’ of the place, a guy about the same height as him, but weighting visibly more. He had a short haircut, military style, big chest, slow feet and mean looking face.

The referee made both of them a sign and they advanced into the middle. As Mike was calm, the other one was not and he puffed air though his nose as if he was about to blow in fury.

“Alright fellows, we play by the usual rules: no biting, no elbows, no head kicking and no hitting below the belt! If I raise my hand you stop punching, ok? Now let’s have a nice fight tonight. Break! Go back to your corners.”

Mar-22-2009 15:26

*round 1*

Just before the gong sounded, Mike thought he just saw for a second the big bald sailor from the restaurant that day. The ‘Hurricane’ that was approaching though brought back his attention to the fight.

The big guy apparently wanted to finish the match fast. He started landing heavy blows towards Mike’s head and body, who found himself just defending and being pushed into the ropes. He was a little startled by this furious start and tried to duck and block the hits. He attempted to throw himself a couple of punches, but he felt like hitting a rock. The big guy looked as if nothing could bend him.

After the first 2 minutes McCabe’s face was already showing the marks of the hits he received: his eyebrow cut had gotten open and also his upper lip swollen. He didn’t seem to mind though, showing he was quite capable to cash a punch and stand his ground.

Until the end of the round, the game continued in the ring just as before: a cat and mouse run. McCabe had managed though to not get himself trapped into a corner.

The gong came and they split. Mike sat down on the chair in his corner as ‘mouse face’ poured water on his head.

“You know…” he mocked Mike “…if you wanna beat him, it might not hurt to actually hit him once in a while…”

McCabe pushed him away annoyed as the gong sounded the next round.

Mar-22-2009 15:27

*round 2*

The ‘Hurricane’ attempted the same rain of punches, but he had gotten obviously tired. Mike noticed that his blows were slower and also that he started now to mostly hit with his left hand. He figured fast that if he could last a couple of rounds more, he might actually get a chance to nail the big guy to the floor. He thus continued to play catch, cashing still though from time to time a couple of strong hits straight in the face.

Just as the round was about to finish, Mike noticed ‘mouse face’ was making some kind of signs towards someone. Looking in the direction he was startled to see the sailor from before.

His lack of focus for a moment was suddenly exploited by his furious opponent as he applied Mike a strong uppercut that threw him right into a corner, hitting the pole hard with his back. Another rain of furious punches followed onto McCabe’s head, who was now actually dizzy because of the first one.

Realizing he had to do something before he would drop on the floor, Mike crouched a bit and the forced swiftly his head straight into his opponent’s face. He didn’t realized it but he did it the way that many boxers do in order not to be so obvious and yet to have effect.

Fortunately for him, it worked. The big guy’s nose started bleeding hard and he took a step back. The gong finally announced the end of round 2.

“Who was that?” asked Mike upon taking a seat again in his corner.

“Who?” ‘Mouse face’ kept pressing the wet towel on his face.

“The man you…exchanged a couple of looks with. Tall, large, bold, sailor coat.”

“Those hits you took must’ve got to your brain. I don’t know what you’re talking about, lad.”

The gong interrupted them, announcing the next round.