Thing is, I gotta investigate this all backwards, make sure I don't talk to many people, only the ones need to know about this. Gotta be on my best behavior, can't go in fists swinging. Well, not starting out.
Figure they found the letter yesterday, meaning we got 9 days to play. I told the Wellingtons they might wanna start getting the payoff together, in case things didn't go so great. They say they can't get that much flush, not in 9 days. I tell em to get what they can, and we can color paper green or something for the rest.
We start with basics, where Clara lives, what she does, who she is. On the first two questions, they're answering lights out. Apartment on Fitch, just off campus, college sophomore, communications major. The third, kinda like listening to them describe their distant cousin.
Mrs. Wellington shows us a pic from a few years back. Cornflower blue eyes. Slightly crooked eye teeth, few freckles. Real big smile, the kind you saw on a person complaining about crow's feet in 30 years.
I tell em to go home, wait for more info, play along if it comes. Don't give the kidnappers any reason to get nervous, cause nervous kidnappers do stupid things, like start mailing packages you don't want to open before Christmas. The Wellingtons, they ain't so perfect looking when they leave, big frowns on their faces, kinda hunched shoulders. Dara tells em we'll find her. I'm glad she's here to lie.
Soon as they leave, Dara starts type type typing at her keyboard, then tells me to come over. Shows me a bunch of pictures of Clara in a dark club wearing a black leather miniskirt and belly shirt, taking a shot of something pink out between another dame's cleavage. That other dame keeps showing up in those pics. They're both flashing so much skin it's like they're in a strip club [He actually blushed. It's just Facebook. -Dara]. Says her name is Vera. A little more typing, and Dara finds out she also lives off of Fitch.
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