#urbansyndicate

[synchronxcity]

@urbansyndicate

“I just don’t understand why Mason chooses to stay in Bumfuck, Texas, you know?” The blonde looked over at her companion. “There are like two stoplights, one bar, and if you’re lucky it’s football season and there’s something to do Friday nights.” She let out a sigh and propped her head in her hand. “Sorry,” she said. “I went to go visit this weekend and...” she trailed off, shaking her head. “Whatever.” She pushed a smile onto her face. “I’m more interested in hearing about your weekend - if you didn’t spend it in a small town in Texas, I’m sure it was more interesting than mine.”

[ofwindingroads]

Closed starter for @urbanesyndicate

“Ethan.  Earth to Ethan.  Lord Jesus,” Slender, tanned fingers reached up to push the edges of the book down, “Plane tickets.  Schedule.  Important things that you’re not listening to me about,”  Wren rolled her eyes playfully.  Working for Ethan was actually quite a laid back job, a kind man with too much on his plate, but not enough time to figure it all out.  “Here, I got you that appointment you’ve been hounding the curator for.  You just didn’t put on your sweet voice for him, and the police chief agreed to meet with you.  Ticket is in this envelope.  Hotel confirmation in this one.  And Coffee, the way you like it.  Anything else you need?”  She slid the envelope towards him, “I didn’t ask, and I didn’t assume, but do you want me to come with you on these trips?  I probably should have asked that.”  Wren had only been in the job a couple of months, and this was the first trip he was taking away from the office for his newest novel.  She’d taken the job on a whim, really, unsure if he wanted someone like her chasing him around.  But she was a go to person, one that can get the job done no matter how many cages she had to rattle, figuratively speaking.

[mxlintent]

@urbanesyndicate

Ava could feel her heart pounding as she went through the files, searching for any clue that could possible shed light on her investigation. It had started off simple enough, like most of her cases, a client had came to her asking to solve the murder of her husband; his death had looked like an simple accident but his wife had been convinced otherwise and had insisted on her solving the case. Ava couldn't turn away from the woman's pleas for help and decided to take up the case, expecting to end up with the same results as the cops, that her husband’s death had been ruled an accident. Instead her investigation had taken her deep into the underworld, and the more information she uncovered the more she learned about her client’s late husband; he wasn't as innocent has wife thought, he was involved with a lot of criminal syndicates and made a lot of enemies with people who wanted him dead. At this point she was sure that his death wasn't accident but she still needed information on who killed him and why.

Which is how she found herself standing in the office of a possible suspect, going through multiple files, as a party was going on in full swing downstairs. Ava hoped that would be enough of a distraction to prevent the owner from coming in, as she tried to find information that would could connect this person to the victim. However, she found nothing and letting out a sigh in frustration, she did a complete sweep of the room making sure that there was nothing out of place before making her way towards the door; only to freeze when the door opened and a man slowly walked in. “I’m sorry but I got lost trying to find the bathroom, if you could point me in the right direction then I'll be on my way.”