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Jun 10, 2007 18:01

Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Candice Wilmer, Eden McCain
Summary: Eden makes her report, sparking an important connection.
Status: Complete
PrivateEden wasn't all that fond of the nighttime anymore. Having to part from Mohinder till the next day would have been one thing, but calling Bennet behind his back to report on his movements pretty much ( Read more... )

phonecall, candice wilmer, eden mccain, the crucifixionist

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misschimera June 10 2007, 23:04:43 UTC
Candice had had a very long day. She'd barely slept in 48 hours, trampled on her only friendship, brought in one elusive individual only to end up with another and finally, got a profile on the woman behind the Crucifixionist.

She was on her way to the hotel, happy to get some sleep.

And then her phone rang.

She glanced at the number. Work.

"What?" she snapped into the cell, perfectly at home in the New York morning rush.

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intoparadise June 10 2007, 23:11:04 UTC
...Not that this was much of an improvement. Even if it worked out, abduction was not the fastest way to endear yourself to someone, especially if they'd learned to think of themselves as untouchable.

"Eden McCain here," she said briskly. "Bennet's not in, or something, so they said I should talk to you. I assume you know what I'm on at the moment?"

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misschimera June 10 2007, 23:12:51 UTC
Candice covered her eyes with her hand, shieleding them both from the sun and the woman's voice for a second. "Right. Yes. Hi." Eden was in New York, working on the Suresh case. And Bennet was supposed to look into that. "What can I do for you?" she asked, as sweet as a secretary.

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intoparadise June 10 2007, 23:18:12 UTC
"It's just a report. Suresh isn't likely to be much help- he's pretty adamant about not believing this stuff- but someone came up to him in the street to talk about it, and that's probably worth checking out. I only got a first name, but I can describe her."

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misschimera June 10 2007, 23:22:19 UTC
In another life, Candice would've took out a pen and started scribbling down notes. As it was, she relied on instinct. "What's the name?"

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