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[thanoodles]

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[ There it was again, that tone in her voice. Is that what it sounded like to be so emotionally invested in somebody? When she had asked if it mattered whether it was friend or family who was missing, he wasn't lying when he answered that it didn't matter. He had neither of these things anymore, and so the value of them as individual elements was a foreign idea. All that really mattered to him now was his case, everything else was just a distraction.

He gave her a curt nod again and tossed back the rest of the drink, signaling the bartender for a check so he could leave. Speaking of the case, maybe it was time to go back to work. Another hard look at his papers and what little evidence he had sounded like the only way to end his evening nowadays.

As he fished out his wallet and paid his due, he turned her way and offered some parting words. Probably nothing she hadn't heard before but he duly noted that he meant it, and prayed silently in the back of his mind that this missing woman wasn't another soon-to-be-victim of a recent string of murders.

He wished this for the woman across from him and for the peace of his own damn mind. ]

Good luck in finding her.

[eparpillement]

[She gives him a confused look as he rises, it only grows more distinct at what it says. She's incredulous that he means that, but she would have to pretend to be dumber than she is to really make herself go with that theory.

She hugs her arms a little tighter around her middle, gives a begrudging,]

Thank you.

[Earnestness begets itself in good people. She turns her eyes down, yes full of emotions and investments, and heads out into yet another big city night.]