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Dec-22-2008 10:32

((this is a thread that can be about anything....at any location, instead of having a specific place and having to skip around threads. Except for the USS Sleuthtania...that can be kept as its own when on ship))

((I copied and pasted Acemasters last update in the USS thread to here..since Mak is no longer on the ship))

Dec-22-2008 16:29

"Ms. Brewer would like to meet with you." A stocky man said bluntly when I answered his knock.
"O...kay..." Ace stammers, confused. "Who are you again?"
"I'm Barnabas Macklin, the clerk, and now, driver at Dawg Pound." He sighed.
Perhaps I did it just to be irritable, but I let out a perky, "Well, nice to meet ya! Any driver of Mak's is a driver of mine!"

Barnabas let out another sigh as we got in the car. I was a bit wary of driving away with this man, so I sat in the back seat. Easier for me to turn a gun on him than visa versa.

But, it wasn't necessary. We drove up to the headquarters of Dawg Pound Investigations, and Barnabas led me inside to speak to Mak.

Dec-22-2008 16:31

((Sorry about not choosing first or third person writing there. lol It's hard to write in third when I'm so used to first. :-) ))

Dec-22-2008 16:53

As Makensie sat at her desk, Barnabas taps on the door, and walks in.

"Mak, the detective is here, at your request", he said.

"Great Barnabas. I will make sure you have an added Christmas bonus this year", she said, with a smile. Thinking, 'I will be sure to tell ctown to make his check a good one'

Nodding, he said, "Thank you" Nodding at Ace, he steps out, as Ace says, "Thank you, Mr Macklin"

"Mr Macklin?", Makensie says, with confusion.

"Yes, that's what he said his name is", Ace responded.

"No, his name is Barnabas Gravelle. I swear, that man....", she said, chuckling.

Remembering her manners, she said, "Please, Ace, sit down"

Ace sat down, as he was told, and could very much see that Makensie Brewer was woman who was always in control, and a very strong woman, at that.

"Why did you ask to see me, Ms Brewer?", he questioned.

She smiled, and said, "I want to know something. First, could I interest you in something to drink?"

"No, thank you. I am fine", he responded.

She couldn't help but notice how ruggedly handsome Acemaster was, then thought of Clift....."Damn", she growled.

"Excuse me, Ms Brewer", Ace said, with a puzzled look.

"I'm sorry...just have a busy mind", she says, with a smile. "Oh, and please, call me , Mak or Makensie", she added.

He nodded, as she continued with, "Ok, getting down to things here. I want to know who that young girl was that visited me earlier, and why she chose ME?"

He was almost speechless, and he said, stuttering, "Umm...h-how, I mean, w-who...."

She smiled, with charm, and friendliness, saying, "Oh please Ace! I am not some new kid on the block. I know a game when I see one. Besides, now I know why that child looks so familiar. She looks like YOU. Now, please.....fill me in on this little thing you have going here. A cat?"

He chuckled, a bit nervously, and begins trying to explain his actions.

((( its ok, Ace...RP however you feel comfortable ;) ))

Dec-22-2008 17:17

"... so, don't worry, I do that to everyone. You aren't special." Ace finished his story. Catching his gaffe, he stammered, "Err... I mean, you are special, just not to me... UMMM... er, you see... I mean..."

Mak laughed heartily at both the thought of the cat test and Ace's little mess-up.

"So, I guess I failed, huh?" Mak finally replied.
"Yeah, well... I guess you did..."
"Oh well. Can I help it if I'm too tired to chase a stray cat throughout London?"
Ace laughed at this, then turned attention another direction.

"By the way," he mentioned, "That 'little girl' is actually my 23 year old sister, Scarlett."
"Really?!?" Mak exclaimed, "She looks no older that 15!"
"I know!" Ace replied, "She does have somewhat of a girlish charm. She's actually an actress here in town."
The mention of actress made Mak think of Clift again. Once again, she exclaimed, "Damn." Only a little louder this time.
"Is there something on your mind, Mak?" Ace asked, puzzled, "Any reason why you curse randomly?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Mak assured, "Just... well... it's just that a few things make me think... think of something that happened back in Shanghai."
"Love?" Ace asked wisely.
"How'd you know?" Mak smirked.
"Oh, I've done that before." Ace told her, "After my first wife died. We had been married almost two years. I would randomly say a bad word every time something reminded me of her."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Mak cooed.
"No, it's fine." Ace assured her, "It's been about two years now. Joy was a wonderful woman, though, and I will certainly never forget her."

Dec-22-2008 17:18

((Sorry about that Gravelle/macklin thing. I didn't know is name, so I ad-libbed. ;-) ))

Dec-22-2008 18:16

"Ofcourse not. She was your wife. We never forget out first love". she said. Not liking the subject they were on of love, she said, "Well, now that we have this all cleared up, you can carry on with your daily business, and I can catch up on mine"

He grins, and says, "Dismissing me so soon? Makensie......", he sits up in his chair, and continues, "why does the word love scare u so?"

She cleared her throat, turning very serious, says, "I'm sorry Ace, I don't think I know you that well to discuss my private feelings, and thoughts on such a matter as LOVE"

He says nothing, but grins, and says, "Well, then, I guess we will have to fix that, wont we?"

"Excuse me?", she said.

"Getting to know one another", he said, smiling.

She stood up, and said, "Maybe. Maybe not. All I wanted was answers to my question, and you provided that so...that will be all"

Standing up, as well, he says, "So serious. Tell me....who or what has you so foul feeling toward companionship?"

Makensie walks out from behind her desk, and says, "Companionship? Please, Ace, this was a business meeting, is all. I found out all I needed to know"

He smiles, and says, "...but, I didnt. I will be seeing you soon....Makensie"

He walks out, whistling some familiar tune that she has heard a million tunes, but for the life of her, couldnt place it.

She mumbles, "Men"

Sitting at her desk, she says, "Ok...now, where was I"

Suddenly her door opens, thinking it was Ace again, but it was some woman with straight blonde hair, asking for help in her husband's murder.

Smiling, Makensie thought, 'I will get lost in my work, and not even THINK about men, and their silly little games they play'

The woman said, "I'm sorry. I am talking of my husband's murder, and you are smiling?"

"Sorry, please, go on with your story", Makensie said.

Dec-22-2008 19:01

"Mmm hmmm... you say your husband was murdered?" Ace asked the short blonde woman.
"Yes, his name was Ulysses Moore, and I'm his... I was his... I'm Anna."
"Well, I'll do I can for you, Mrs. Moore. Tell me, did your husband have any enemies?"
"No, not that I can think of. Except, Jerome Wickland never did like him. Something about a feud... I don't know much about it. You could go talk to him though."
Ace jotted this down on his pad.
"And were you the one to find your husband?" Ace asked.
"Yes. I walked into our kitchen, and... there... there he was!" Mrs. Moore began to cry.
"There, there." Ace patted her on the back, "It's alright! We're going to find who did this! But first, you have to help me."
"Oh... okay..." She stammered.
"So," Ace said, sitting back down, "Where were you just before you found him?"
"I had gone to the butcher shop to pick up some meat." Then it hit her, and she gasped, "Surely you don't suspect me!"
"Well, no one is above suspicion as yet, Mrs. Moore, but where you were helps me more than you'd know."
"I believe that is all, detective." She firmly stood up and grabbed her coat. She headed to the door, but turned around before leaving, "I feel it only fair to tell you that you aren't the only detective I've hired! I also hired a very famous detective, so you're going to be held to her standards!"
"Oh really? What's her name?" Ace asked curiously.
"Makensie Brewer." Anna Moore said before she slammed his office door and bounded down the steps."

'How ironic,' Ace thought to himself, 'I knew I'd see her again soon; I was making sure of that. Who knew some lady named Moore would help me out?'

Dec-22-2008 22:02

Makensie started right to work on this case. First, she would set out talking to Jerome Wickland.

She wasn't sure where to start, as far as finding him. Hmmm, she thinks. Wonder if Ace....nahhh, she thought, interrupting herself.

As she walks out of the agency, she rounds the corner, and smacks right into Ace.

"Oh!!!", she gasps, practically screaming.

Ace straightens his tie, and says, "I'm sorry Makensie! Wasnt watching where I was going"

"I wasn't either, apparently. I have this case....", she started.

"I have this case, I need to tal.....", he said, at the same time she spoke.

They chuckled, and he said, "Ladies first"

She nods, then continues, "There is this woman by the name of Anna Moore. Her husband was murdered"

"Any names given?", he asks, already knowing about the case.

"Jerome Wickland. I guess he wasnt too big of fan of this Ulysses Moore", she said.

"I see. Where are you off to now", he questions.

She wasnt about to tell him she had thought about coming to him and ask for his assistance in this case, so instead she said, "Down to City Hall. There is bound to be some record of this Wickland there"

He smiles, then hesitates a bit, saying, "You need any help in this case? I would love to be at your side, watching you in action"

She thought she saw a slight glimmer in his eye, and started to refuse his offer, but, instead, said, "Well, ok....never hurts to have two minds, instead of one"

Actually, she wanted to see HIM in action, but she never would admit THAT.

"Great!", he said, clapping his hands together. He motioned to her with his hand, as his other went lightly behind the small of her back, and says, "After you, my lady. City Hall bound" She looks at him, with a slight smile, as he says, clearing his throat, "Well, umm, you know....just a figure of speech"

He could feel his face grow warm, as the walked to City Hall side by side.

Dec-22-2008 23:49

Ace wasn't sure why he didn't tell Mak that he was also assigned the case. But there was something inside him that said, 'no, don't tell her!', so he didn't tell her.

They reached city hall. The book stacks were enormous.

While it may look easy, searching through all of that isn't easy. Mak was beginning to feel happy that she had a helper.

"I'll go check the criminal case files," Ace exclaimed, "why don't you look through news headlines?"
"Simsimsallabim!" Mak made a rolling motion with her hands, "I will do as you wish, great mustard." She grinned, and then turned to the books.

Moments later, Ace came stampeding out into the archives.

"Mak!" He shouted, "Take a look at this!"
He helped her off a ladder and showed her the file he pulled out on Jerome Wickland.

"Suspected mugger?" Mak exclaimed, "That could give us motive! I'm thinkin' maybe Moore found out, and Wickland decided to do him in."
"Yeah, but you haven't seen the file on Anna Moore!" Ace bellowed, "As a matter of fact, neither have I!"
"There's a file on her, too?" Mak exclaimed again.
"Prostitution, illegal gambling... counterfieting?!?" Ace read, "Armed robbery? Drive-by shootings? Looks like this chick was involved in some stuff!"
"Says here she was only suspected of the shootings and robbery, but convicted of the other three." Mak read aloud, "She was released... three years ago. And she was no old bitty, either!"
"Looks like Anna's a better match than Jerome, eh?" Ace smirked.

Ace started to close the file to put it away when Mak spotted something amiss.

"Wait a minute..." Mak put her finger on the file, "Is this a partner in crime?"
"Harvey Douglas." Ace stated, "Busted with her on the counterfeiting."
"I don't think he's much of a suspect, but we could certainly talk to him about Anna."
"I'll put these away." Ace took the folders back in.

Once again, he bounded out, holding another folder.

"Ulysses Moore." Ace remarked, "I thought we could share the joy of opening this together."

Dec-22-2008 23:58

Mak smirked at that. "Ulysses Moore," She read aloud, "Convicted of burglary, theft... counterfeiting again?!? Who's the accomplice on that?"
"One... Anna Di Marro." Ace read slowly, "Isn't that the lovely Anna's maiden name?"
"I'll say it is! So they were in the counterfeiting business together?" Mak dreamed, "How romantic."
"Uh.... huh..." Ace shook it off, "I think we have a few interesting news tidbits, don't you?"
"I think it's time for questioning." Mak snuffled, "All this dust is making my nose itchy!"