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[colour=RoyalBlue]'Someone knows...'[/colour]

James looked around the coffee shop and while he didn't care for its owner he allowed himself to silently admit it was fairly tasteful, though somehow that made it even more sinister. His complementary (as far as Crier would go anyhow) thoughts were interrupted by 'Rebecca' saying something and gesturing towards a nearby table.

[colour=Violet]"You look like shit, by the way. Can I get you something? Coffee? Food, perhaps?"[/colour]

James didn't respond, he wasn't much for small talk as is but whilst he was certain Terror already knew how the Boy Who Cried Wolf felt about her he preferred to make that abundantly clear regardless. Still, he ran a hand through his hair, he hadn't slept for a while but surely he wasn't [I]that[/I] bad. Crier made a mental note to check if his eyes were bloodshot as he and Rebecca walked over to a small coffee table with two adjacent chairs, rather than take a seat though James simply rested his hands atop one of the chairs and leaned on it, cigarette resting between his fingers.

[colour=RoyalBlue]"As I'm sure you don't need me to inform you, somebody's dead. Luckily for you I'm not one to point the finger at whoever I think is the most dangerous and say they did it, I doubt you had anything to do with it, as of right now. But I want you to tell me [b]everything[/b] you know about the Hundred Acre Complex, if you know of specific occupants then that's preferable, the Innkeeper didn't seem to know who he was..."[/colour]

James trailed off, why would the owner of a small complex not know a thing about the residents? It was a shithole yes but he'd see the majority of them in his daily life, even with the ledger destroyed there must have been something he could have given to go off of. James suddenly shook his head, now wasn't the time to start considering everything about the case, he looked back at Rebecca, his colourless gray eyes meeting her vibrant green ones.

[colour=RoyalBlue]"After this, you and I are done. No more deals, no more exchanges. For this case however I will get whoever did this. So, against my better judgement. You help me, I'll help you. If you think the council aren't already pointing fingers, you're wrong, they want to wrap this thing up in a neat little bow nice and quick, so they're pressuring me to take in either you or a member of Gingie's gang of merry men, like I said, the profile here doesn't fit you. So long as you funnel me information pertaining to this case, no matter how seemingly mundane, I'll keep from listing you as a suspect. But after this is over, nothing more."[/colour]

James reached into his pocket and placed a small slip of paper on the table, tapping it for emphasis.

[colour=RoyalBlue]"Call me on that number, if I don't answer then leave a tip to The Homeland's desk. Now, The Hundered Acre Apartments..."[/colour]

James waited to hear Rebecca's information, he was already prepped to deal with a sarcastic quip but so long as she told him what he needed to know he'd be satisfied. He didn't doubt that Rebecca knew more than he did but on a rundown apartment building? He wasn't holding his breath but he may learn something useful with any luck. Hopefully his new "partner" would come up with something more helpful later.