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Elizabeth March
Elizabeth March
Sleuth About Town

Nov-7-2009 22:10

"Brr... I'm cold."

Those were the first words that came out of Elizabeth March's mouth as she entered the hall of the well located house in London. Luckily, the place was warm and cozy.

Empty, too. She wondered were all the servants were.

Well, they'd show up, eventually. She could bet they were in the kitchen, talking and playing cards. She didn't mind. They deserved their rest and some fun.

With that in mind, she moved to the living room, dragged a chair near the fireplace and sat there, just staring at the roaring fire.

Much was in her mind. Her past life as a burglar still haunted her. All the wrong things she had done still lived in her nightmares. The woman let out a tired sigh. All that was in the past now.

She had a new life. An agency. Friends. A new name.

Yes. A new life.

It could be a better one, if she didn't have to carefully hide her past from everyone. She had to mind every word that came out of her mind. Every letter she received. Every phone call...


Damn phone.

She sighed and got up, reluctantly.


"Miss Elizabeth March?"

"Yes. Who's there?"

"Just a friend who wants you to know that dreams may shatter like glass..."

"What, what do you..."

He had hung up, and so did she.

She was still standing by the phone, trembling, when she heard the footsteps. She didn't turn around. It was probably just one of the servants. Yes, it was Gerald, her butler.

He had asked something whose meaning she couldn't reach. Maybe how she was.

"Sorry, Gerald. I'm fine. I was talking on the phone, and felt slightly light-headed."

She forced a smile to the man. He smiled back.

"Maybe you should take a bath and rest, ma'am.", the man suggested, carefully.

"Not now. I've got a phone call to make. After that, I'll do what you say."

She watched as the man left the room and picked the phone back up. She dialed a number, hoping the person on the other side was home. (...)


M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Nov-11-2009 21:13

Molly introduced Marc to Pierce and Marc reached out to shake Pierce's hand. Cautiously, Pierce reached out and shook Marc's hand. Marc took a seat next to Charlie.

"Charlie, it's good to see you? How have you been?" Marc asked him.
"I've been doing fine." Charlie replied. They shook hands as well.

"You look a little irritated; what happend?" Molly asked.
Marc let out a chuckle and explained the case. He told them how he went to check out an alibi at the Owl and Walnut Bar where he ran into Vulkie who seemed to be getting a little drunk.

"I told Vulkie that I just got assigned a case and she offered to help. I told here there wasn't anything she could do." Marc told them. Molly shook her head. Not sure whether she was shaking her head at Marc for telling Vulkie or Vulkie asking to help after what she did to us in New York.

Marc changed th subject instantly. "I can't stay for very long and chat, but I can stay for a quick bite to eat. Then I have to go talk to another person about their alibi. If they too have a valid alibi, I'm going to be lost. I'll have to go back to Elizabeth and get more names from her." Marc said.
He looked up and saw Elizabeth three tables down from them reading her menu.

"Charlie? Do you mind doing me a favor?" Marc asked.
"What is it?" Charlie asked
"Elizabeth March over there, needs some kind of protection-"
"And you want me to help protect her?"
"...If you don't mind. She needs some kind of male protection and I can't do it and solve the case at the same time. It's impossible."
Charlie nodded. We excused our selves from the table and moved to talk to Elizbeth. I told her that Charlie was there for her protection. Without saying a word, she nodded.

Elizabeth March
Elizabeth March
Sleuth About Town

Nov-12-2009 23:57

Elizabeth was still reading her menu, trying to make some sense out of it, as she heard Marc's voice.

She put the menu down - she wasn't hungry, anyway - and payed attention to the two man.

Only after a while she opened her mouth, directing a question at Charlie.

"Mr... Hmm... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your last name.", she paused for a while before continuing.

"Are you sure I won't be a burden for you? I mean... I don't know, wives and girlfriends are not always understanding. If yours isn't, I can deffend myself, as long as I stay in here."

After that suggestion, the woman went silent again. She looked really tired and pale. It was obvious she hadn't been sleeping well lately.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-13-2009 17:56

"Nonsense, Miss March." Molly piped up smartly, lighting a cigarette. "Why, both Charlie darling AND Marc spent copious amounts of time with me and never breathe a word about trouble. Now I'll admit to you I'm as vain as Clara Bows mirror, and if I cant make some housewife jealous already then either Im losing my touch or there is nothing to worry about!"

She winked good-naturedly and tapped the end of her cigarette. Molly was both whip-smart and charming; a girl had to be with her background. She made some women extremely uncomfortable, but she was always honest about how proud she was of her well-maintained figure and perfectly made-up face. It was a running joke for her, she had no issues laughing at herself and making quips about her infamous vanity.

"Of course, Miss March, you could give me a run for my money anyday." Molly noted, scrutinizing her face. "Why, I do declare I'm jealous! You are downright lovely!"

Playfully she pouted. "Just watch that you don't give her too much attention and neglect me, boys. Remember, I pack pistols in places you would never dream of seeing!" she said, patting the thigh holster where it pressed against her skin under her tasteful skirt.

Charlie Cain
Charlie Cain

Nov-13-2009 19:45

" Miss March you look tired lets get you back up to your room. Since I am now in charge of your safety I'd feel better knowing you were out of sight." Charlie said trying to keep a straight face after Molly's comment.

As the two headed towards the stairs Marc yelled out to Charlie " I'll be sure to keep you well informed of the progress."

Charlie gave a thumbs up and followed Elizabeth up the stairs.....

Once in the room Charlie wedged a wooden chair against the door and closed all the curtains.

"Now then I think this should be give us abit more security Miss March" Charlie said

" Please call me Elizabeth, Mr. Cain" Elizabeth replied.
" And please my name is Charlie, my father was Mr. Cain." said Charlie.

Charlie assumed the role of protector quite easily it is a role he has played quite often. Elizabeth sat on the bed reading a novel and Charlie sat by the door. He tried to seem invisable no sense in unnerving Elizabeth anymore than she already seemed...

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-13-2009 20:52

Molly clicked her tongue as Charlie led Elizabeth up the stairs, her eyes sparkling with good humor.

"That man's good," she said to no one in particular. "He just met the lady and he already got her upstairs..."

Pierce threw her a disapproving look and she made a supplicating gesture.

"Mea culpa, mea culpa." she said easily. "Now, Marc, what say I help you interrogate suspects? I'm bored witless and Pierce here is about as fun as a brick wall."

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Nov-13-2009 22:12

"Now Marc, whay say I help you interrogate suspects? I'm bored witless and Pierce here is about as fun as a brick wall." Molly said.

Marc sat back in his char pulling out his pipe, loaded it with tobacco, and lit it. As he began to puff on it, he said, "Well, I was just on my way to go talk to someone here in London up on the northern west side of the city. He's a former mobster now just a gangster/thug wannabe."

"We'll go with you." Molly said. Marc nodded and all three of them left the cafe. They decided to take Marc's car with Pierce riding in the front passenger seat and Molly in the back. It was just a short drive to Mike McDaniel's house. Marc parked the car and the three of them walked to the front door.

Pierce stepped up and knocked three times and a large muscular man answered it. "Mr. Mike McDaniel?" Marc asked.

"I'm he." the man replied.

"I'm detective Marc Lacrimosa. This here is detective Pierce Malone and detective Molly Maltese. We'd like to ask you a few qestions about a woman named Elizabeth March." Marc said.

Mike looked around and finally let them come in.

"First off," Marc said, "I'd like to know about your relationship with Ms. March."

"Oi, she was a lovely woman. Sweet as can be. Used to work with her. What's become of her?" Mike replied.

"I'm investigating some black mail and harrassment phone calls that she's been recieving. If I find out you are lying to me about your relationship with her, by god Iwill come back and find you and then you will hate me for what I will do. Now I'm going to ask you again. What was your relation ship with her?" Marc snapped.

Pierce and Molly stood behind Marc as he spoke with the man, who replied, "I didn't like her to be honest. We used to work with each other. Our past is confidential but I'll say that she betrayed us all. I would have killed her when I first found out about it. But I figured it wouldn't be worth wasting a good bullet." (Contin..)

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Nov-13-2009 22:21

"She recieved a phone call last night with a threatening message. Your name happend to be one that would want to do harm. So I'm going to ask you for an alibi." Marc said.

"You want an alibi? Why? Do YOU think I called her?" Mike said laughing.

Pierce stepped up and finally spoke, "I'd advise you to answer that question. Otherwise, not only will you not like him, but you wont' like me either."

"Fine," Mike said, "I was at the podiatrist. I sprained my ankle last week," He said lifting his pant leg to show us the splint on his foot."

It wasn't much to vouch for a valid alibi. Anyone can put a splint on their foot. Marc thanked him and they left. At a the nearest gas station, Marc used the pay phone. He had the phone operator connect him to the podiatrist's office who then verified Mike McDaniel's alibi. There it was. Marc had nothing.

Without a word, Marc drove back to the hotel. He asked what room number Elizabeth was in and he was given the number. Marc, Molly, andPierce walked up the stairs to Elizabeth's room. Marc knocked on the door.

The door slowly opend only revealing an eye. It was Charlie who let us in and quickly shut the door, locking it.

"Elizabeth, both of the names you have given me have valid alibis at the time you recieved that phone call. I need you to think of some more names. You have too. I can't do this without any names." Marc said.

Elizabeth looked up from the novel she was reading and opened her mouth to speak.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-16-2009 00:21

While everyone crowded into the room, including Pierce, Molly hung back. After a moment of brief deliberation, she silently slid out the door and hurried down the hallway, praying no one noticed her absence before she could get away.

Her plan worked, and she hailed a cab out front, to take her to a rather odd place. She bid it to stop in front of a tall, stone building and got out, pulling her coat close around her as it pulled away. She was quite familiar with this place; she visited it every time she was in the city which was as often as possible.

Humming a little lullaby, she passed the front of the building, which read ORPHANAGE OF ST. IGNATIUS, and moved to where a a fence surrounded a small but well-kept playground where several children played with a ball. She rested on the fence and sought out one girl in the group, one with a green silk bow in her fire-colored red hair. She laughed freely and led the boys in chasing the ball, a petite blur as she shouted joyfully. A nun looked on, smiling in amusement at the children's play.

Molly rested an elbow on the fence and smiled at the antics of the fireheaded girl. She knew her quite well, although the child didn't know her. She was Annabelle Christie Billings, Molly's best kept secret.

The nun had seen her looking on, and gave a small nod of recognition before training her eyes impassively on the children again. The nuns of the orphanage were well apprised of the situation with Jack Billings, and they guaranteed Annabelle's safety where Molly could not.

"Eight years now..." Molly marveled, and then reluctantly turned away. She wouldn't dare reclaim her daughter until Billings was dead or in jail. She didn't breathe a word of her existence to anyone, and even used a fake name with the nuns.

"One day, I will kill you, Jack." she breathed, and then humming a jaunty little tune, sauntered down the sidewalk.

Elizabeth March
Elizabeth March
Sleuth About Town

Nov-16-2009 02:40

Elizabeth smiled at Molly, though she was still worried. Molly seemed like a really nice girl, someone she would have loved to know in a better moment. Well, c'est la vie, she thought to herself.

As Charlie invited her to go upstairs, she nodded and excused herself, leading the man up to her room. She hated the idea of needing protection, but she'd have to trust Marc on this one. After all, he was the one taking care of her business, and very likely risking his life in the process.

It was a nearly silent wait as she tried to read a novel, looking at Charlie at the end of each page, as if she wanted to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. She had to recognize she was scared.

Dealing with an upfront threat is easy. You can scream, run, shoot, kick, scratch, whatever. But this hidden enemy was getting on her nerve. The problem wasn't knowing who could be her enemy. The problem was to figure out which one.

The young woman jumped on her feet as she heard knocks on the door. Her eyes looked wider as she stared at Marc.

Relaxing a little, she heard what he had to say, then pressed the sides of her head with the tips of her fingers, letting out a moan. She could easily predict a violent migraine.

"More names, more names... All right."

She let out a sigh.

"I tried to keep my personal life away from this mess, but I don't think that's possible. Look for Matteo Orsini. We were... romantically involved, not too long ago."

She sat back on the bed.

"I'll try and think of other names, as you talk to Signor Orsini. Okay?"

As she saw the man prepare to leave, she showed a faint smile.

"You know, whatever price you ask me for this, I'll be happy to pay."

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Nov-16-2009 13:59

"Elizabeth..." Marc replied, "I've already told you, I'm not worried about a price. We'll negotiate it when I'm finished." He didn't snap at her when he said that. Or atleast he wasn't trying to sound hateful. He wanted to ensure this woman got the protection she needed. Even if it was only black mail, who's to say that someone didn't want to physically do her harm?

Marc didn't want Elizabeth to give out her personal life information. Atleast not all of it. Of course something happened in the past and that was for her only to know. Marc knew however, that he would find out whether he liked it or not. He only knew that he'd find out because of the interrogation that he would have to do to get people to talk as to why they were doing something like this. But everything he would come to find out would be kept confidential.

"Charlie?" Marc said after a slight pause after getting lost in his thoughts, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you helping like this. I assure you all, when this case is finished, drinks are on me."

"No problem, Marc. I'll do anything I can to help." Charlie replied.

"I don't know you, but I'll help with what I can too." Pierce said after a moment.

But something wasn't right with the room. Someone was missing. But who? Marc looked around the room, and did a double take before he realized that Molly was gone. Just as it hit Marc that Molly was gone, Pierce spoke up and said, "Where is Molly?"

"I dont' know, Pierce," Marc said, "But let's go find her. Charlie, stay here and watch over Elizabeth. Three knocks will tell you it's us. Let no one in if they do not knock three times."

"Will do." Charlie replied.

And with that, Marc and Pierce left go find Molly. Then to go visit Matteo Orsini.

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