Jack Lawless was not what one would call a patient man. Indeed, his impulsiveness had earned him the consistant criticism of at least three different papers every few months. It didn't faze him much, in the end he still had clients. And this particular client was [i]late[/i]. She had called him up at the ungodly hour of four in the morning to arrange this meeting and if it wasn't for the money he wouldn't even be at the office today. Not that he was low on savings, he just prefered to have some money for...'emergencies'. He fiddled again with the papers on his desk again, reading through the notes he had taken the first time they had spoken.

[The client, a Mrs. Amanda Selkes, had reasonable suspicion to belive that her husband was a) secretly dealing with drugs and b) cheating on her. He apparently hid his evidence well as his investigation turned up nothing on that point.]

This meeting was based on some new information that Amanda would procure. Usually he didn't take cases such as this. He was more the 'lost items and missing persons type of guy.' But the money was too tempting to give up, and there was also the facts. Her husband, according to the client, was not only cheating on her but dealing drugs behind her back. That could imply a plethora of delicious possibilities, and he wasn't about to let a chance like that go easily.

 Finally a rap on the door brought him back from his introspective stupor. He swiftly shoved his papers into the top drawer before getting up to let her in. Her gait was casually, with all the confidence of a tiger with the grace of a gazelle. He couldn't deny that Amanda Selkes was a fine specimen, curvacious in all the right places with fine gold strands of hair complimenting her striking features perfectly. She glanced back at him with curious green eyes.

" Should I stand for this meeting or am I allowed to sit?" She inquired, sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"...Please have a seat" he motioned towards the pair of chairs facing his desk. He shook his head lightly, pushing away any notions of desire. This was a client, not some random woman he could fancy about. He sat down across from her, interlacing his fingers and resting his elbows against the desk."

"I believe you initiated this meeting because you had some new evidence towards the case correct?"

"Yes, as you well know my husband is an accountant, highly meticulous when it comes to money. As such no matter what transactions, he keeps clear records on paper. I found some interesting papers underneath one of the dressers in my house." Amanda stated handing Jack the papers in question.

"As you can see several large transactions have been made featuring the sale and distribution of some goods labeled as 'oregano'. I don't honestly think he is investing in any 'oregano' companies currently, so I have to assume that these are drug trade transactions."

"I see..." Jack muttered, combing the pages for clues. I did seem like drug trade with such large sums and transactions.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes. If you look on the back of one of the papers, there should be a note that states only a date, time and location." She said levelly.

 Jack turned over the first paper and then the second, finally the third one produced the note which read: [8/14 4:00 The Little Witch Cafe] He looked up from the papers to Amanda who stared blankly at the wall behind him,

"What do you suppose this note means?" Jack tested, waiting to see how Amanda would respond.

" I [i]suppose[/i] that this note implies a drug deal is intended to occur today at four o' clock, or maybe the meeting of a mistress. It might be both, but the reason why I told you this, the reason why I am here, is that I need you to tail him, be present when the meeting takes place. Seeing as it's a quarter to three already I'll need to take my leave so that you can leave as well. Goodbye Detective Lawless. And good luck." she left as calm and collected as she came, the door softly clicking behind her.

Seeing as he had places to be he exited his office, locking up for the day before briskly walking to his car. He had to get to the Little Witch Cafe and investigate.