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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 13 2010, 02:57 PM (73 Views) | |
| Finding Dolores | Jan 13 2010, 02:57 PM Post #1 |
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Had a second meeting with my client today. Same time, same bar, same red wine, same everything. Only this time he brought his ladyfriend along with him - I guess maybe she was curious what was going down, maybe he wanted to show me that she was cool with it. Or maybe she just got bored and decided to tag along. Damned if I know. One thing I do know though, the guy was in a bad shape. I'm as big a wrestling fan as anyone, when I can be anyway - the job doesn't leave me much free time these days - but this guy looked like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. While the hedge was being dragged through a meat grinder. Some shit kicking off in the fed would be my guess, though I didn't want to ask. I had a bit of a chat with his ladyfriend, small talk really. She brought along a cake shaped like that old cartoon, Inspector Gadget. I couldn't help but smile. Mad as a box of spanners but she's got a heart of gold. The guy didn't say much but I could tell he wanted to get down to business, which was A-OK in my book. Life is too short for social graces. I figured the best place to start would be to ask him about how he knew Dolores, why things went south, that kind of thing. I knew a little already but only what I'd picked up from psych records when I was looking into the girl. Turns out the two of them, him and Dolores, they'd been locked in the same nut house back in the day, just teenagers back then. I can't be holding with psychiatrists myself, but I figure if people could use a helping hand in life then fair play to 'em. Whatever gets you through the night. He didn't go into why he was in the psych unit and I didn't ask; doesn't matter for the case and the way I see it a man's personal problems are his alone unless he chooses to share. And this guy didn't strike me as the sharing type. As for Dolores, the report from the hospital said she'd been sent there with "unspecified emotional dysregulation," whatever the fuck that means. The two of them had been locked up in there for months and ended up becoming friends. He didn't say it but I got the feeling he'd not had too many before or since, didn't strike me as a party animal to put it mildly. But somehow they'd got close, ended up getting on, even got discharged the same day in the end. Seems like the psychs were useful for something at least. They stayed close after they got out. Didn't get together as a couple - I get the feeling his ladyfriend is his first and only - but he and Dolores were closer than most married folks I've come across. To hear him talk about it they were like brother and sister, only without the usual bullshit you get with siblings. They'd been planning to travel the world together, do all sorts of crazy stuff. Nice life if you can get it. Then everything got fucked up. The two of them got involved in this group, the Spiritual Science Institute. Post-yuppie "self-empowerment" crap with a dash of cod-psychology and religious New Age mumbo-jumbo thrown in for good measure, as best I can tell. They both went along at first, her looking for answers, him just looking. He's the curious type in every sense of the word. I'd not come across the SSI before but I know the type. Give you a bit of common sense wrapped up in fancy language and charge you a fortune for the priviledge, keep you coming back for more until you can't imagine life without them. Load of bull if you ask me - not that you did - but sometimes desparate people can fall for anything. Curious people can too. Long story short, they joined, he saw through it after a while and left, she decided to stay on. He started criticising the group, then one day she just up and vanished without a word of goodbye. Not even a note. Few months later she sent him a letter from an SSI place somewhere in Germany, asking him to send on the books she left behind and telling him not to contact her ever again. And that was the last he heard from her. He didn't strike me as the emotional type, least not like most people are - him and his ladyfriend were as in love as two people could be, but her aside he had all the emotional warmth of a garden gnome. Less, maybe. But it's the damnedest thing, when he started talking about how things ended up with Dolores tears started streaming down his face. Not even crying as such, just gushing out tears like a broken faucet, his voice suddenly going all quiet and hushed. Can't say I blame him, truth be told, it's a shitty thing to happen to anyone. I decided to give it a rest at that point, pick it up next time when maybe I'd have a few more leads to follow up, a bit more info to pass on to him. To them. But at least I had something to god on now. Maybe not enough, but it was something. |
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