Doo doo doo part twooooo.

Language.
Maybe some dirty content: I haven't decided yet.
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"Manhattan...how did he even get there..I thought he was in New Jersey for the past couple of months.."

"New Jersey?"

He looked at you, a scowl brought to his face.

"He's been talking about a deal..I don't know about what yet..but its a big one..he's been meeting up with some guy the past month or so..."

You wiped your face and shook your head.

This was bigger than you thought.

"Do you have any idea of where he may be? I'd like to ask him a few questions.."

"You think he'll answer your questions?

You blinked and tilted your head slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"You're stupid for a girl in an investigation agency..."

He sighed and made his way back over to the bed. As he sat, he leaned back on his palm to take a drink.

"We're ex criminals Ms. L/n, we don't just answer questions...they could hurt us in the future...especially if an enemy is related in a case...oh boy. I'd have people coming after me in all directions."

"But you complied with my questioning.."

He shrugged and closed his eyes, taking another long drink before the glass was emptied.

"Well I know better than to fight the law anymore, he doesn't."

You shook your head and wiped your eyes, a sudden headache pounding in your head.

"Well...how am I going..."

You sigh and close your eyes, covering your face as you sat in the lounge chair.

"Well..I could help you...but that'd be a waste of mine time if I didn't get anything in return..."

You dropped your hands to your lap and looked up at him.

"Wait...you....you'll help me?"

"I never said that..."

You stood and made your way to the front of him, staring down at him as he made himself comfortable on the bed below him.

"What do you want.."

"Mm..you're not as stupid as I thought you'd be..."

He shifted his weight to his side, the prosthetic that functioned as his left hand grasping at the bedsheets as he bent under the bed to retrieve a briefcase.

"What's that.."

"Just shut up and let me explain it to you first..."

He popped it open, rummaging and setting papers aside before pulling out a crinkled and yellowing newspaper.

He turned to the fifth page and pointed to an entry, a bloodied and beaten up pair of boys laying on the ground in front of a pub.

"Who's that.."

"That's me...and that Donquixote..."

He turned another few pages, a story about a apartment catching fire next to a burnt out building.

"The featherfuck tried to smoke me out of my house, destroying all of my things and nearly killing me.."

Another few pages, an announcement that all ways to the docks would be blocked off for the few months in that year.

"This is when I decided to push him off into the river...chained and locked....but some fishermen found him and had him alive when they returned back.."

He scowled and looked at you, a cold tone in his icy gray eyes.

"He nearly killed me...I nearly killed him...we were even...even until he wanted to take it one step further and tried to get me in prison again..."

There was a fury with his words, making you take a step back.

"But now...I have you to help me...you've been on several of my cases and have I not been just one of the sweetest things to you?"

You rolled your eyes and sighed.

"So..what do you want me to do for you then..."

"He needs to die, and not just for me, but for the sake of this state and its people he needs to rot..."

He unlocked a compartment inside of the case, a small envelope in his hand as he closed and locked it back, setting it at his feet.

"What's that.."

"I'll show you...come here.."

You stepped forward, watching as he opened the envelope carefully and set it down.

"They're little pellets...full of toxins..it'll kill him in a manner of hours if you put it in his drink.."

"Okay..but why should I help you.."

"Because I'm saving you time, and if you want to get answers from that bird you'll need to get them soon..I got word of him flying out to Los Angeles in a few weeks..."

You nodded and sighed, picking up the small bag of five or so of the black liquid-y pellets.

"Won't it show up in his drink if its black..?"

"It looks black, its transparent. The capsule itself will dissolve as well.."

You nodded and stuck them in your pocket, eyeing him as he stood.

"So...when should I.."

"We should leave around two thirty tomorrow, he's usually drunk off his ass by then.."

You stared at him, blinking a few times.

"W...we...we?"

"Are you deaf woman?"

He lit a cigar, shaking his head as he stripped off his pants.

"No.."

"Then we."

You stared at the floor as you heard him shuffle through some clothes.

"I'll pick you up, where do you live?"

"What!? You think I'm going to let a convict like you know where I live?"

He turned to look at you, your head snapping up.

"Fine..where do you want to meet up then..I don't want to listen to you bitch to me anymore. I'm oh so sorry for asking a question..."

Your face flushed, your eyes narrowing.

"Just here...in the bar is fine."

"Great."

He slid a shirt onto his shoulders, slipping into his shoes.

"Now get out..."

You turned and made your way to the door, glancing back at him a last time before making your way out and back to the busy and restless crowd.

"Y/n! What happened?"

"Nothing don't worry about it.."