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ohnofeelings2013-06-16 10:21 pm
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Just a step on the boss man's ladder;
Choosing to visit Pierce & Robinson's offices was a much bigger step than it would have appeared to anyone on the outside looking in. Anita had already placed a call back to Sergeant Storr in St. Louis before going; she wasn't local anymore, but Dolph owed her a hell of a lot of favors. He was a good cop, honest, but he would lie to back her up if he had to. She'd pulled him and his boys out of the fire one too many times for him to find it in his heart to say no. He knew what both she and her husband did for a living -- if you could call it a living -- out of pure necessity. It had become impossible to hide things from him any longer, but fortunately, he was on their side.
Lucky for her, because if she was going to pull out her expertly-forged badge on this one, she needed someone official backing her up. Dolph could sell the story of her being a plainclothes detective that had recently transferred to the area. She had spent enough time around murder scenes and enough late nights at the precinct to be able to play the part.
What she was doing now was taking the initiative. Bert had pushed her to meet with this particular client, even though she could smell that there was something wrong with it a mile off. He loved to use her sense of responsibility as leverage. 'Do you want to keep working for me, or not? You've got kids to take care of, don't you? Mouths to feed? And there's nobody else out there who can help you and Mr. Kirkland make use of your gifts the way I do.' He always told her that she didn't want to cross him. He was right -- but she could almost hear his eyes turning to dollar signs on this one over the phone.
Nothing about it felt right. Of course, when she met Harold Gaynor in person, that had all been confirmed. He had been too nice, too friendly, too insistent -- and not forthcoming enough with the details. Pair that with the hired muscle that had attended their meeting and the very clear implication that he would make her life unpleasant should she choose to decline, and she had no choice but to do some digging.
She had to get one step ahead of him.
'You will raise this zombie for me. You'll see reason soon enough.'
It was a threat she didn't want to see him follow through on.
The receptionist had been helpful and taken the time to escort her to the office of one Steve Rogers, a lawyer with a reputation for being not only efficient, but a far sight more honorable than many of his colleagues. It hadn't taken much for her to learn that the firm represented Gaynor. If she could appeal to Rogers' better nature, she might be able to find something useful.
God, she hoped so. For now, all she could do was sit in the chair in front of his desk with her hands folded in her lap as she waited for him to join her.
Lucky for her, because if she was going to pull out her expertly-forged badge on this one, she needed someone official backing her up. Dolph could sell the story of her being a plainclothes detective that had recently transferred to the area. She had spent enough time around murder scenes and enough late nights at the precinct to be able to play the part.
What she was doing now was taking the initiative. Bert had pushed her to meet with this particular client, even though she could smell that there was something wrong with it a mile off. He loved to use her sense of responsibility as leverage. 'Do you want to keep working for me, or not? You've got kids to take care of, don't you? Mouths to feed? And there's nobody else out there who can help you and Mr. Kirkland make use of your gifts the way I do.' He always told her that she didn't want to cross him. He was right -- but she could almost hear his eyes turning to dollar signs on this one over the phone.
Nothing about it felt right. Of course, when she met Harold Gaynor in person, that had all been confirmed. He had been too nice, too friendly, too insistent -- and not forthcoming enough with the details. Pair that with the hired muscle that had attended their meeting and the very clear implication that he would make her life unpleasant should she choose to decline, and she had no choice but to do some digging.
She had to get one step ahead of him.
'You will raise this zombie for me. You'll see reason soon enough.'
It was a threat she didn't want to see him follow through on.
The receptionist had been helpful and taken the time to escort her to the office of one Steve Rogers, a lawyer with a reputation for being not only efficient, but a far sight more honorable than many of his colleagues. It hadn't taken much for her to learn that the firm represented Gaynor. If she could appeal to Rogers' better nature, she might be able to find something useful.
God, she hoped so. For now, all she could do was sit in the chair in front of his desk with her hands folded in her lap as she waited for him to join her.
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"It's meant to be issued within the next twenty-four hours, but we're concerned that may be too late. Unfortunately, the red tape involved means that things don't always progress as quickly as we'd like, and there's reason to suspect that Gaynor may act as early as tonight."