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May-11-2010 14:26

Finally out on my own. I had to get disowned to do it, to get my freedom, but here I am. In the slums of London, waiting tables for shillings while I try to solve some cases on the side.

Not the dream life I envisioned when I left New York and my parent’s watchful eyes. The champagne doesn’t flow freely and the parties are non-existent. At least for me.

When he walked in from the constant London rain, I noticed him right away. He’s tall. Over 6’3” at least. Being short, I notice the tall ones. The ones that tower over me and have a possibly dangerous advantage.

He took off his Rattlesnake Cowboy Hat and shook the water from it, removed his coat and sauntered over to the only corner table left in the place.

I glanced over at Mary, the night manager, tilted my head in his direction, letting her know that I’ve got him. She had a small smile on her face, almost smug in it’s knowledge.

“Evening sir, what can I get for you tonight?”

May-11-2010 14:27

Man, this town is dreary. Always wet, always dark. I probably should’ve never left New York. Sure, NYPD was corrupt, but they were family. And home.

Maybe a cup of joe, if I can find some in this tea ridden town. I headed into the nearest all night place, shaking the rain from my hat. I noticed the short little red-head eyeing me from the counter as I headed over to a corner table.

As she headed in my direction, I get a clear look at her face. All creamy white skin, pale blue eyes, long curly red hair and a body that was lush, not the thin flat-chested type so popular nowadays.

When she asked me what I wanted, my thoughts didn’t start with food and drink.

“Do you have coffee in this joint?” Thank God they did.

“I’ll have a cup, and keep them coming. I’ll take a piece of that cherry pie there on the counter too.”

As I watched her walk away, with a Very feminine sway to her hips, I was already making plans on coming back the next day. Maybe talk to her. Maybe ask her out. Probably just look at her some more though.

May-11-2010 14:31

I headed back to the counter, putting a bit more sway into my hips than normal. While I got his pie and joe, I whispered to Mary, “You see him? He has some amazing hazel eyes. Did you see those legs? And his arms? I wonder what he does? Those are some pretty large arms.”

She just gave me a look and told me to be careful with that one. He was eyeing me like I was the last piece of pie in the place and he’d been craving pie for all his life. I just laughed at her and took his order back to his table.

When he left the night, I was slightly disappointed. He hadn’t said anything other than, “Thank-you, miss.” to me all night. Maybe I’ll see him in here again.

May-12-2010 07:12

I barely slept all night. I had been too busy thinking about blue eyes, pale skin, and red hair. When my last client left for the day, I made my way back to the little dive from the night before.

Of course, she wasn’t there. I asked the night manager, Mary, where the waitress was and she told me that she’d be back tomorrow.

I thanked her and walked out into the fog, making plans to come back again. And again. And again if I needed to. I’d keep coming back ‘till I got to speak to her.

May-12-2010 20:04

I didn't want to do this and I defintely don't want to be here but I picked the short straw. So here I sit for the second night watching and comparing. Comparing and mentally checking off my list. It's him. He may have lost a couple of pounds, changed his gait but nothing and I mean nothing can change his aura. He fills a room. Not just because he's over 6 feet; not just because his hazel eyes can tell you a story; and it's definitely not just his pearly whites. It's the entire package.

But all the looks in the world is not going to compensate for the chaos he left in his tail wind. A simple misunderstanding. This much I know is true. Was it too hard for him to say 'I'm sorry' or 'I messed up'? Too late now, I found him. And the boss is not going happy to hear about my observations. Another red head to say the least.

I gave him a two minute head start before I left in seach of a phone booth to make the call.

May-13-2010 07:46

I’d had a couple cases tossed my way the day before. A chance to start proving myself to the Sleuthing community. I had been torn. Pass the cases on and go to the diner, hoping to get a glimpse of the stranger? Or take the cases and earn some decent money and learn some things while doing it? It had been a hard decision to make. But money won out in the end. My rent was coming due and I had to pay my share for the phone in my rooming house. So last night I sleuthed instead of waited tables. Apparently I should’ve waited tables.

When I got into work that night, Mary pulled me aside. She said the tall stranger from a couple days ago was in here, asking for me. She told me that she’d told him I’d be back tonight. But now she was worried she’d done something wrong. He did look kind of dangerous.

I told her not worry. I knew how to take care of myself. Being a 5’2” baby sister of three, older, larger, and meaner brothers taught me how to hold my own against men. A Pearl Handed Dirk strapped to my thigh didn’t hurt either.

But as luck would have it, when he came in that night, we were slammed. The drizzle had turned to a down pour and people were seeking shelter in any dive they could. Even ours. I saw him sit down at the counter. I wanted to head over there and talk to him, but I was busy with a table of rowdy flappers trying to put enough money together for three cups of tea and two pieces of pie to share between the seven of them. So instead I just smiled real big at him and turned back to the mess in front of me. (They ended up having just enough with a penny leftover.)

By the time I had a chance to head over and talk to him, he was gone. And so was most everyone else. The down pour had stopped and everyone had cleared out.

I stood dejectedly behind the counter, just staring at it’s dull, faded top, when someone sat down in front of me. Without even looking up I asked “What can I get for you tonight?”

May-13-2010 07:47

“Your name and number to start.”

May-13-2010 07:49

I looked up in surprise and met the most handsome hazel eyes I’d ever seen.

I didn’t even think about it. I just wrote my rooming house number on a slip of paper and handed it over.

“My name is Terra.”

May-13-2010 07:52

When she handed me that slip of paper, I was amazed. I was sure that line wouldn’t work.

“ I’m Jeremy. Would you like to go out with me? Maybe to a picture show tomorrow?” I wasn’t taking any chances. I just jumped right in and asked her.

I wasn’t disappointed.

Of course there were some things to take care of first. I saw her the night before. She forgets, I'm an old hand at this. Just because I started a new life, appearing as a novice, doesn't mean I don't still have the old skills.

I'm not sure what Ms. Lane wants, but I do intend to find out.

May-14-2010 10:14

My first date with Jeremy. And my first picture show in a long time. It was amazing. After the show he drove me home in his roadster and parked in the drive of my house. I could see the Matron looking out the window, house coat and scowl firmly attached to her person.

We talked all night about everything. Well past the curfew for the rooming house.

He didn’t try to kiss me though.

But we did make plans to see each other the next night. Maybe get a bite to eat. Someplace OTHER than the diner.

May-14-2010 10:45

She looked amazing. Of course, this wasn't a surprise.

The entire time during the show, all I could think was she smelled wonderful.

After the show we decided to just head back to her place. It was quite late and I didn't want to chance getting her in trouble with the lady who ran the joint. She didn't seem all that friendly.

We spent the rest of the night and part of the morning talking in my roadster. Just talking. About everything. Our families, our experiences here in London and in New York, our trials at becoming detectives.

At the end of night I wanted to kiss her. I really did. But since Rachel, I've been hesitant with becoming involved with women. But I liked this girl. This girl gave me permanent kind of ideas.

I'd wait to kiss her. Till it felt right.

"Goodnight, Terra. I'll see you tomorrow after work. Sweet dreams."

I know mine will be.