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[free_now]

"What the fuck's this place need with a psychic detective building?" Lew asked, seated a few feet away in that electric blue golf cart of his. Michael didn't mind the company, but Lew's prime purpose was simply to provide a means of transportation. It just made the job a lot easier than it would have been without it

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[refugeforlosers]

The golf cart was difficult to miss and Frank sent a nod hello to Lew as he passed, a "Nice wheels" tacked on the end as an afterthought. It was Michael he had come to see, about an equally impressive - though thoroughly impotent - vehicle.

It was plain to see the man was already busy, so Frank figured he better get in quick before he was booked up for the rest of the year.

"Hi. Michael?" He picked up a tool, turned it over in his hands, then offered it to him despite it not having been asked for. "Frank," he added, as a reintroduction, "the bus guy. Got a minute?"

[free_now]

"I have several." The mortar between those bricks took more than minutes to set up anyhow, so there wasn't much else he could do. "Uh, thank you...," he said, accepting the crowbar from Frank.

"Shoot."

[refugeforlosers]

"I'm actually here about the bus." Frank picked up another tool and handled it for a moment before he realised what he was doing an put it down again. He added a quick and quiet "sorry" and clasped his hands behind his back to stop any further fidgeting. "I was wondering if I could...employ? You?" Was that even the right word to use on the island? It wasn't like Frank could pay Michael in the traditional way. "To help me. The engine still doesn't work and I have no place to store it and I don't...really know where to begin."

At least there was no dead body in the back?

[free_now]

"Well, I can definitely help with the storage issue, but I can't really make the same promise as far as engine troubles go." It wasn't like there were spare parts for on a VW bus lying around. Or for any car make and model for that matter. "I'll take a look, though."

[colbert_bump]

Stephen was wandering around, bored out of his mind. He was actually kind of surprised to not see Chloe hanging around stupid Michael, which was pretty much the only reason he didn't bother talking to the guy.

He was going to continue on his way to do nothing at all when he saw Lew. Remembering his last conversation with Danica, Stephen planned to hurry along.

Instead, he said, "Why are you staring at me?!" to Lew, who was barely glancing in his direction.

[thegreat_ashby]

Was everyone on this damn island so fucking paranoid?

"I wasn't...," Lew blinked in confusion, glancing around just to make sure he was the one being accused of something he wasn't even doing.

[colbert_bump]

Stephen scoffed. He remembered what Danica had said, even if he had no idea what any of it meant. Lew was such a liar.

"I know your secret, sir!" he said accusingly, shaking a finger in Lew's direction.

[thegreat_ashby]

"Okay...," Lew muttered around his cigarette, the look of confusion only growing further. "Which one?"

Maybe the fucker was drunk. He'd had many a conversation with Shawn on the subject of Stephen's drinking habits. At least Lew could hold his liquor relatively well. Unlike some people, obviously.