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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 22 2010, 11:09 AM (73 Views) | |
| Finding Dolores | Jan 22 2010, 11:09 AM Post #1 |
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God fucking dammit. Fuck. Dammit God fucking damn it all to hell. ...it's funny how quickly things change. Not funny like "haha," more funny like "God fucking dammit." But we did that bit already. I got the call from Stacey, details of where Dolores could be found. I figured, I knew my client had a match that night so I would hold off on letting him know, then get in touch with him later. No rush after all, not like she was going anywhere. So I go out, work on some other cases, sort out some things I'd been putting off since taking on the Dolores case. Come back and the office is a fucking bombsite. Filing cabinets strewn over the floor, spray paint on the walls, desk overturned, you name it. Weird thing is this: they only took the one file, seems they knew what they were after - the destruction was just for shits and giggles. They knew what to take and they took it. And you don't have to be a genius to figure which file they took. I figured I should tell my client about all this, try and give him the heads up in case whoever did the office was going to do him as well. Too late of course, I called but couldn't get through, left a message then watched the whole sorry business on the TV in some run-down flea pit a few blocks from the arena. God fucking dammit. I ended up meeting with his ladyfriend tonight. Same time, same bar, only this time it was like a black cloud hung over the whole damn place. She said my client was resting for a few days, after what happened Tuesday you can't really blame the guy. He's gotta be more mixed up than a hillbilly's family tree with the number they did on him. Didn't want to bother him or his ladyfriend but there was something I needed to let them know. I received a DVD the day after the raid. Hand-delivered, whoever did it disappeared by the time I opened the door. Funny thing is, it was addressed to my client but they decided to pass it onto me. Like maybe they liked the idea of fucking with my head a bit. I don't know. I didn't watch it of course, just kept hold of it then passed it onto my client's ladyfriend. Looks like all this has messed with her as well as him, she was still happy and bouncy as ever but it's the little things, the tilt of her head, the pauses before answering questions. I barely know the girl but it's clear she's not a hundred percent. She said the two of them were off on a trip sometime soon, try to clear their heads next week. Probably the best thing for it. So I wished her well and made my way out into the rain. Dammit. |
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