voice; (and voice forever unless otherwise noted)

[fuuuuuuuck]

Okay. Hi again. I'm still Jessica Jones. Who for some reason feels the need to introduce herself in every post she makes

Comments

private;

[enigmaestro]

Private Investigator? Goodness, that's what is written on my business cards. How curious.

I'm listening.

private;

[fuuuuuuuck]

It's pretty simple: back home, I knew some of the local talent. We'd share information, sometimes, or ideas. Once or twice we doubled up on a case when it looked like extra muscle might be nice. Like that. Opt-in, opt-out, no strings.

Also, damn, I love business cards.

private;

[enigmaestro]

I think it's a useful concept. Count me in.

I suppose it would behoove me to pass one along, my dear?

private;

[fuuuuuuuck]

Your business card? Sure.

private;

[enigmaestro]

I'll need an address. To meet you, perhaps? Or I could mail, but that is so time consuming, isn't it? Besides, business cards couple magnificently with coffee.

Or so I hear.

private;

[fuuuuuuuck]

Coffee? I can do coffee.

private;

[enigmaestro]

I know all the best quaint diners around. You know, the kind suited especially for us private investigators.

private;

[fuuuuuuuck]

We can live the stereotype.

private;

[enigmaestro]

No one will expect it. The most cunning disguise, hiding in plain sight.

private;

[fuuuuuuuck]

I will be sure to bring my fedora. You got a time?

private;

[enigmaestro]

Eleven o'clock, tomorrow? If you're lacking a fedora, I'll be sorely disappointed.

private;

[fuuuuuuuck]

Bonus points: I smoke.

But yeah, that works.

private;

[enigmaestro]

This just gets better and better. No, really, I'm quite serious.

Perfect.