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"Used to be a cop," repeated the detective, with an irritated hum. March knew this was one of the bigger cases he was tapped for, but Jesus Christ was this guy a pain in the ass. Hopefully he wouldn't have to badger him for much longer. 450 dollars, March. Just think of the 450 dollars; and then some.

Plucking the cigarette from between his lips, March tapped his index finger against its tip; ash snowing down upon the sticky tabletop. "You know what the beauty about being a P.I. is, pal?" Besides calling the shots on his own contract, of course. "It's knowing things before anyone else does. So, here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna go ahead and lay out the facts for you."

"Fact number uno--" He raised a finger. "--I may not be sure who you are, yet, but I know for a fact that somehow you are tied to the sudden disappearance and murder of Frank Chambers. Now, I didn't know Frank personally, but my employer seems to place importance on trying to figure out whatever the hell happened to him. Fact two--" Second finger. "-- Eye witness accounts and DNA samples all point to you being in the area on the night of the fifth, the evening of Chambers's murder." And fact number three--" A third finger. "--I caught wint that in about four minutes, three rather terrifying, burly men-- walking skyscrapers, really-- are going to come through that door, pull you aside, drag you off into an alleyway, and beat the daylights out of your sorry ass. Now, I usually don't want to step in and get involved when it comes to suspected perps-- natural selection and all that-- but if getting your ass out of here and to another location is what it takes for me to get the information I need so I can call it 'Pay Day' then so be it.--So, what's it gonna be pal?"

themxgicman

The second the other said ‘used to be a cop’, Lenny was already shifting to get out from behind the table. Screw this. He didn’t have time for this man’s bullshit, he had business to do! Then again, it was somewhat fascinating to listen to him ramble on about things he had no clue about.

Lenny stopped and frowned, watching as the other laid out ‘the facts’. He shook his head, then held up one finger. “One: I don’t know anything about a Frank Chambers. Two,” he held up the second finger, copying the other's gesture, “if you don’t know who I am, how the hell do you link me to that murder?” The frown deepened. Then he turned to look over his shoulder to the door. There was no one coming for him, right? The P.I. was bluffing. Then again…there were constantly shady guys coming for Lenny. It was somewhat of a daily occurrence these days.

He turned back around to March. “You want me to believe you? What makes you think anyone is looking for me? Pal?” Really, what was his problem?

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kit-just-kit

Awwww, that was.....quite sweet. He cared.

Time was anyone actually caring for her would have given her an ick of such massive proposrtions Kit would've immediately disappeared from their lives. But now, not so much. Not where Lenny was concerned.

He might be a touch on the shady side himself, but she trusted him. And he'd come all the way out here. So that showed something - at least enough to now fill him in on the rest of the plan.

"Babe.....I've been a busy girl, making connections, getting deals done, collecting favours. I now am owed things by people way, way nastier than the ones looking for me. I just have to give the new nasties twenty percent, that's all. It's fuck all in the grand scheme of things....". It wasn't, but it had to be done. For them both to live free and clear, to leave this nightmare behind.

themxgicman

Lenny knew how much Kit disliked soupy people, crying, showing softness. But he couldn’t help it – he just loved that woman, even if on the long run he was quite sure it wasn’t going to do him any good. He had already burnt his fingers in the past, so why not just doing it again? He was used to it by now.

His chin almost dropped. “Twenty percent? Are you crazy?” Of course she wasn’t; usually Kit knew exactly what she was doing; she was calculating, knew her way around. Street-smart. Still. Lenny shook his head. “That doesn’t sound like freedom to me, Kit.” He turned to glance over his shoulder, seeing if someone was listening in on them, then he leaned forward, lowering his voice. “You wanna leave the city, don’t you?” His eyes narrowed as he was studying Kit. “The country?”

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worldsxworstxdetective

"P.I. Not a cop.-... I mean, I used to be a cop, but I'm not anymore, and anyway it's a long fucking story--" And one March honestly had no patience for at this time; or any time, really. "Yeah? And I got two bottles of Jack Daniels with my name on it" and a fat stack of cash. Four-hundred and fifty dollars, to be exact. "--so why don't we cut the crap so that I can get back to my life, and you can go back to whatever 'Love and Peace-Yippie-Protest' you're part of."

"If you're not gonna answer my questions, try this one on for size; what do you know about Frank Chambers? And how exactly are you connected to him?"

themxgicman

His eyes narrowed at the other man. Was he always that annoying and planless? “Wait.” Lenny lifted both his hands, chuckling. “So you’re not a cop?” Of course he wasn’t. Probably would like to be one, though.

“That means I don’t even have to talk to you.” He pointed with his index finger from himself to the other – whose name he didn’t even know, Lenny just realised. Really, who the hell was that guy?? “Or answer your dumb questions.” He cocked up an eyebrow. “Right?” So…that meant he could just stand up and leave. But there were still potential customers in the bar he needed to have some business chat with. So this strange P.I had to go. But something told Lenny it wasn’t going to be so easy to get rid of him.

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worldsxworstxdetective

"In this town, not even your blood’s sacred.” (from Lenny)

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"What are you the fucking Riddler? Why are you hitting me with this namby-pamby, Shakespearean bullshit right now? Besides, if I were you it wouldn't be my blood I'd be worrying about right now," tut the detective, stealing a huff from the cigarette wedged between his lips.

"Look, man, it's been a long day, okay? And I'm gonna be honest, the last thing I wanted to be doing on a Friday night was dealing with some wise-cracking hippie, alright?" March motioned to the other with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Just talk like a normal human and tell me what I want to know; how did you know the guy? Why were your prints at the scene of the crime? Also, who exactly are you?" The detective stole a beat while he carefully considered his words. "... Maybe-... Maybe try to answer those questions in reverse." Right. Names. He should always start with a name.

themxgicman

Lenny stared at the other man. What the hell was this guy's problem? Was he really a cop? He knew them; shit, he had been one! Though in narcotics, not homicide. Still. Cops were all the same damn bunch, and this one...just didn't seem like one.

"Are you sure you're a cop?" Lenny asked, frowning. "Look, man, I really don't have time for this, okay? I...got places to be."

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kit-just-kit

She very much felt like reaching across the table, grabbing hold of his lapels, pulling him in close and kissing the crap out of him! The money, her money, was safe! All that time on her back, on top, on her side, with men she wouldn't have spit on if they were on fire ordinarily and finally, it was all going to be worth it! There was just one last hurdle, naturally.

"Shady guys searching for me isn't exactly news....it's been a constant for the last twenty or so years babe" she told him seriously. But her expression soon changed and a slow, sly grin, began to form.

"They've never found me though, have they?".

themxgicman

“Wait. Wait, wait—” Lenny shook his head, hand risen. She didn’t see the issue, did she? “Those guys looking for you now? They’re really nasty, Kit. Really, fucking nasty.” Lenny really didn’t want to dampen the mood, especially after finally seeing Kit again after what had felt like an eternity. But they had to be realistic.

“It’d be nice if it stayed that way and they didn’t find you. I don’t want anything happen to you.” Or himself, for that matter. He was too bloody young to die.

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richardxoliverxmayhew

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One moment he was holding a drink in his hands - the next they were empty. Lenny wanted to protest, but closed his mouth again instead. Let him have it. He probably needed the drink more than he did, considering the look on Richard’s face. What he had seen must have been really tough shit. He turned and followed his friend back into the kitchen, then the living room. Hands akimbo, he stood in front of him, studying Richard.

“Some deal gone wrong.” Lenny shrugged his shoulders. How many times did that happen in this shithole of a city? Deals going wrong. Money not being returned. Get together with the wrong people, and you’re dead. “How did you get the clip?”

“Aye. Sure. Deals go wrong all the time in this place, I know tha’, but wha’ sorta’ deal would go tha’ wrong tha’ it could cost a man tha’ much pain? If this was drug related, why didn’t the dealer just shoot the man point blank, like the rest of the deals gone wrong?” No. This was more. Much more. Richard didn’t have enough evidence to back it up, but something told him it had to do with the mysterious serial killings that had been taking place for the past two months.

At the ex-cop’s next question, the Scotsman began to stiffly scratch the back of his neck. “I-… Erm… I may have borrowed it from a recent crime scene,” he squeaked, biting the inside of his cheek. “Look, I didn’t know where else to go, and there’s only one person I know who’s an export in stuff like this, so… Y’know….” That and maybe, just maybe, a tad bit of Richard’s pride kicked in, what with him wanting to be one of the youngest rookie to bag a case on his own accord, but Lenny didn’t need to know that.

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Lenny pursed his lips in thought, bit down on the bottom one, then chewed on it until he could taste his own blood on his tongue. Eventually he stopped, turned around with his back to Richard, and looked out the window. Well, there wasn’t much to see there. “Expert?” His brow rose in surprise, and he turned back around to him. Since when was Lenny Nero an expert on anything? Shit, he hadn’t even been able to keep his job. He was a lowlife, there was no use denying; a fucking loser without a job, without a girlfriend, living in this shithole in LA…oh, forget it.

It was in that moment he realised something. Frowning, Lenny lifted his hand. “Wait. You stole it?” Was Richard for real? “From a crime scene? Richard, I’m in enough trouble as it is already, I don’t need yours added to it!” Shit just kept piling up for Lenny Nero, didn’t it?

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kit-just-kit

She'd missed that smile, oddly. There weren't many people Kit ever actively missed, not to mention things those people did as most of them seemed to just royally fuck her off most of the time. But Lenny was different. He was funny, cool, shambolic and kind of.....a mess. But in an apathetic, chic way.

He made her laugh and she did not spend enough time doing that for real.

Right now though, when he told her she wasn't going to like what he had to tell her, she did not feel like laughing.

"You didn't get the money, did you? For fuck's sake Lenny!".

themxgicman

Lenny was taken aback but Kit’s assumption, leaning into the cushions of his seat. Thankfully they were pretty much shielded from everyone else around them, so they didn’t really have to worry about anyone listening in on them.

His hands moved up defensively. “Hey! Calm down. I didn’t say anything about the money. I got it!” Though he wasn’t stupid enough to bring it to this bar. “The bad news are, that people are asking about you. There are some shady guys in the area searching for you.”

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kit-just-kit

Her brows knitted together a little when he stood up, confused why he did that. Was he expecting a handshake? A fist-bump or......oh damn......no she'd read this wrong, totally.

Lenny wanted a hug. Hugs weren't her thing. Well, they weren't usually. But this was Lenny and they'd been close. Very close. The closest in fact. So perhaps a hug was.....fitting. And nobody was looking, right? She took a quick glance around, just to check on that and then moved into him, one arm sliding around his waist while the other held onto her drink, a semi-hug acheived which really was the best anyone could expect out of someone like her.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I mean, I know I look like shit but, I'm not dead, so there's that....".

themxgicman

It was awkward, and thankfully didn’t last long. Lenny had never been the one for a lot of touch, and so hadn’t Kit. So the hug went on for two seconds, if even, before he pulled away again. He just hadn’t known how to react, really, after having been forcibly separated for so long now.

He slid onto the seat, out of sight for everyone, hands on the table. Studying Kit. “Well, if you want to know, you look good. For—for someone on the run.” A small, awkward smile was curving his lips for a brief moment. “Kit – I got some new, and you’re not gonna like them.”

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kit-just-kit

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One dive bar was as good as any other, as long as it was dark and they didn't ask for ID. Kit ordered a double vodka on the rocks, paid with a ten and took the glass to booth right over the far corner, just as Lenny had told her. Honestly, there was a little bit of surprise he was already there, even though he'd promised he would be.

"Thank fuck you're here.......I was worried for a second you might've changed your mind and decided to sell me out instead".

themxgicman

“Me? Selling you out?” Lenny laughed nervously; of course he would never do such a thing. Not with Kit, anyway. Didn’t have the guts to – and neither would he ever betray her. He stood up almost immediately, a bit unsure at first. They hadn’t seen each other for a while, only sent text messages. But a hug was appropriate, right? “Are you alright?”