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Aug-19-2005 17:38

<Jake Fenton slammed the door lazily behind him and poured himself a bourbon. No ice. Rather too casually, he slung his jacket and shoulder holster down on the cot in the corner of the room, and slumped tiredly into his chair.

Almost by instinct, he reached to the breast pocket of his shirt and brought a cigar up to his mouth. He chewed off the ends and spat them onto the floor, where the detritus of the last few busy days had been building. What the heck, it was somewhere to lay his head.

His expert fingers flipped the zippo alight, and casually tossed it in the air to light the cigar, before catching and closing it in one movement. He took a sip of the burning liquor, and turned to gaze out of the window at the rain-sodden streets, below. The streets teemed with people, covering their heads with newspaper as they scurry their way home to their wives or off to their mistresses. He found himself idly wondering who they all are, what they all do... What makes them tick...

Aug-26-2005 17:19

That girl had the right cross of a middleweight, and her heavy pearl ring stung like hell. Had to respect that. He smiled and narrowed his eyes at Danielle.

"Shady...". As he followed her across the floor rubbing his jaw he recognised the guy from the bar. He was another man who commanded respect, if nothing else because of his demeanour. He was not a man to mess with, but I was going to find out what was going on here, how he knew me, how he was connected, how I was connected...

Well, I tried. It appeared this guy had an agenda too. Something to do with moving cash around the industry. Secretive as hell, and he wasn't saying anything more, but he did tell me who hired him. None other than LemonyShepard. He also said to mention the San Fransisco Police Department. It became clear who was going to explain all this. Jake looked around the hall. Shephard was just arriving.

Shepard clocked them pretty quickly, and came charging over to them like some clumsy amateur, trying to get some information out of the Shady guy. Jake didn't trust that fellow firther than he could throw him, but he knew Shepard was hiding something.

Lemony Shepard went to leave. As he stood waiting for his coat at the Cloakroom, Jake leapt up and ran outside the dance hall through the service exit. LemonyShepard stepped back outside the dance hall into the chill night air, thankfully not raining any more and his eyes started to adjust to the light. Suddenly, he felt a hand clamp firmly on his right shoulder and a pistol barrel jammed firmly into the back of his ribcage.

Jake's voice rumbled. "You're going to come with me if you know what's good for you..." He made it clear that Lemony had no choice in the matter, and guided him to the back of the dance hall. "You got one chance or no chance. Tell me everything you know about what's going on here or you're gonna find yourself in the California State Pen before your back side hits the ground..."

Aug-26-2005 18:57

Her blood ran cold as soon as Shady spun his lie toward Shepard. She wasn't sure what he was up to, or if the other two beside her were in cahoots with him, but she wasn't leaving town until she had some answers. She laughed uneasily with the others for just a moment, then slipped her slim frame into Shady's lap, gathering the slick fabric to her side against his waist, her hand sliding to the inside of her thigh as she deftly inched her dirk from her garter.

Her heart ached for the disheartened and embarrassed Shepard as he ran from the room, but for the time being, her focus was on why Shady was bringing her into his dark and dismal world. She smiled as her cheek brushed against his and her lips hovered over his ear; her words were sweet and thick as molasses in mid winter as she pressed the tip of the blade into his stomach. "I don't know what you are up to, but I don't like it, and I won't be a part of it." She twisted the point against his skin, just to emphasize how serious she was, and then slipped the cold steel back against her skin.

He didn't say a word as she stood and fluffed the deep blue satin folds of her dress. He just looked at her with a menacing smile and black eyes that caused her heart to skip a beat. She knew she'd have to be meticulous on her cases from now on, or he'd make sure she retired from the business for good.

Her small heels clicked on the floor as she searched the crowd for Giry and Fenton. Daniella was over at the punch bowl, but Jake had disappeared. She strode across the room, struggling to keep her gait from looking all business; it was supposed to be a party after all. She smiled and greeted countless faces briefly, all the while keeping a close eye on the leggy detective flashing smiles and batting eyelashes over the appetizers.

Wrapping a hand around Danielle's elbow, smiling nonchalantly, she pulled the girl toward the back wall. "Do you know what Shady is up to?"

Aug-26-2005 19:20

"You know, I only used Shady for info...and a magic eraser, but now I'm starting to wonder where he gets the info. And don't tell me you didn't guess why Shady used that coverup." "Uhh..." "Think girl, think! Uhh. He obviously wants Shepard to think the story's over, he wants Lemony out of it. And Jake, that sweetheart, as well as I got a telegram trying to get us to stop from coming to the ball. So what I've pieced together is that Shepard isn't a total newbie. He knows that Shady is trying to tell us something. Something important. He doesn't want us to find out. And Shady's trying to make sure Lemony doesn't screw up the whole thing. It seems that the only people we can trust are eachother. I like Jake...but we need to get the 411 on him. And soon. 'Cuz he's wrapped up in it too. Did you bring ammo like me?" "I used it on Shady." "Well, if you screw up 3 times, I'll give you my shots. Cheers...

Aug-26-2005 19:42

(ooc) wow, you guys are good at this :)

Aug-26-2005 19:48

"Fenton, please, I dont know what youre talking about!" Lemony tried to reason with the detective, but it seems that Shady pulled his trick off. He managed to get Jake and Shepard against each other. Lemony knew that that must've been his plan, but why? What did Shady have up his sleave? Didn't he just say that this whole thing was a wild goose chase? Obviously he was lying. Was he simply trying to get Lemony out of the way?

'Man, I'm more of a nusance than I thought.' he thought to himself sadly. "Talk!" Jake shouted. Lemony couldn't take this. He wanted to reason with Fenton, but Jake obviously had other plans. Lemony's mind raced. He knew the quickest way out of this was...

"WHACK!!" Lemony slammed his grey umbrella down on Jake's head. He collapsed to the ground and groaned, but he wasn't yet unconcious. LemonyShepard? He ran as fast as he could into the Everlasting Sole...

Aug-26-2005 19:50

Maybe it was the tone in the girl’s voice; maybe it was the fact that there was no doubt that Shepard was a new to town. Whatever it was, she wasn't so certain she could trust Daniella any further than the others around her. She wished she could call for the help of a friend or two, but she knew they were busy and the last thing they needed was to get tangled up in this story with her.

She slumped against the wall as Giry melted back into the wave of people laughing and enjoying the elegant party around them, her fingers rolling the ebony pearls at her throat gently. Scanning the room for her last lead in the case, she almost brought a cup to her lips, before recalling how rare it was to get a sip of punch in this town that wasn't laced with alcohol. Instead she headed for the hallway to escape the loud music and jumbled voices that were starting a throb to grow at her temples.

She found a drinking fountain a few yards from the door. Her steps echoing off the walls, and "Opus One" drifting merrily through the air, she and stooped to sip the cool water and drew a slim finger across her bottom lip as she stood. Placing one hand on her hip she ran the recent events through her mind trying to glean anything she may have over looked while in the hurried moment. There was something, she just couldn't quiet pin it down. Maybe after she found Fenton it would make more sense, but she doubted it. Things seemed to keep getting more complicated as the night progressed.

Aug-26-2005 19:50

As she stood in the hallway in a daze, the young boy from the night before came darting towards her waving his hand and clutching his cap to his head, much as he had the mushy paper, his willowy limbs flailing around him. “cfm…cfm…” He gasped for breath as he ran. “This just arrived from Delhi, and it’s marked urgent.”

She calmly took the pale yellow paper from his hand, unfolded and read the note. She smiled broadly as she crumpled the slip into a ball. “Do you know where Mojo Headquarters’ is?” He nodded, unaware, as she suspected that Mojo had recently relocated. “Meet there in two hours. I’ll pay you for this delivery and I’ll have one of my own as well. Can you do that?”

His face beamed as he fumbled backwards to the door slowly. “Yes, m’am…I sure can.” He disappeared around the corner as she thoughtfully considered her next move.

Aug-27-2005 10:43

Cfm needed to get out of this town for a while, gather her thoughts. Something just didn't match up. As she hurried out to get get the next flight available, Daniella tried to weave her way out of the crowd. As she stpped by the door, she saw Jake's slumped figure against the wall. "Jake? JAKE!?! She quickly got a small vial of smelling salts out of her bag. She waved it under his nose. He began to stir. "Jake, you need to get home." "I can barely walk, how do you expect me to get up the stairs?" "Just a second, I need to say good-bye to the hostess." Sensing the annoyance in his face, she said, "I don't want to totally destroy my social existance..." A few minutes later, she came back for him. She managed to pull him to his feet, and became a crutch. She hailed a taxi, and pushed him inside. After hastily giving the cab driver his fee, she pulled Jake out. She leaned him unto her, and got him up the stairs. She sat him down, and her inner Mother Teresa helped him. She made him coffee, and asked what happened. "Shepard, hit me on the head, and ran off. I was asleep 'til you came." "Sorry about the rude wakeup call, but I was nervous. So did he tell you anything of importance?" "No." "Well, did you see which direction he was going?" "Not really, but he said something earlier about needing to see Milton." "Do you mind if I go, I need to find Lemony?" "I'll be ok, for the next half hour." "Ok, well bye sweetie and don't go outside. If there's one thing I know, it's that New York is hell." And off she went...

Aug-27-2005 19:13

"Milton!" he cried as he burst open the doors to the Everlasting Sole. "I gotta talk to you! People think I'm a criminal, and Shady's..."

He stopped suddenly as an evil chuckle began to engulf the room. The man who Lemony thought was Milton was no more than an imposter. The dark man turned around slowly and continued laughing his horrid laugh. The only light illuminating his face was that from a lit cigarette. Lemony gasped at the sight of the man he recognised all too well.

"Shady..." he growled. Shades let out another triumphant laugh as he approached the detective. "That's what I made you and the others think." he replied with a sneer. "But really, I'm not that Shady Character in the Back." He lowered his head, eyes still locked on Shepard. "My name is Lenny Shepram!"

Lemony bared his teeth in anger as Lenny continued laughing. "Shady was an old friend of mine, back when we lived in Detroit. We used to cause all sorts of mayhem up there...until Shades decided to move to New York, leaving his pettiful muck of a past behind. Well, I came looking for him about a year ago and decided that one day I would pay him back! But, alas, I found you instead, detective!"

Lemony formed a fist as he asked, "Why did you frame me??" Lenny smiled, closing his eyes. "Because, coincidently, your code name is almost exactly like my real name. What better way to escape the police than to frame my crimes on a newbie private eye such as yourself?"

"You won't get away with this!" Shepard cried. "Your type never does!" Shepram simply continued smiling and spit out his cigarette.

"Oh, you poor misguided detective." he said cooly. "I already have." And with that, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and strapped one to Lemony's wrist. The other he tied to a nearby support beam. He let out a laugh once again.

"You're "friends" will eventually find you here, as the building burns around you, and will cheer for your death! After all..." he said leaving the building. "Who like

Aug-27-2005 19:15

"Oh, you poor misguided detective." he said cooly. "I already have." And with that, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and strapped one to Lemony's wrist. The other he tied to a nearby support beam. He let out a laugh once again.

"You're "friends" will eventually find you here, as the building burns around you, and will cheer for your death!" He turned around and looked at the cigarette, which had already ignited some nearby hay on fire. He then began to leave the doomed shop.

"After all," he said right before locking the door shut. "Nobody likes a criminal!"