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Sydney sat at her desk looking through files of any people she had put into prison who had recently escaped, but with no luck. Most of them were still in jail, except for one who was out on parole. But she was a woman.
"Sydney, Gage." Walker called.
Sydney got up and walked to Walker's desk.
"What's up?" she asked.
"I need you two to go downtown to this address," Walker answered as he handed them an address, "you're looking for an Andy Luther. Find out if he's been anywhere near the Franklin Bank lately, he's a suspected robber."
"We're on it." Gage said.
They drove downtown in complete silence. It wasn't until they parked that Gage broke the awkwardness, "So Syd," he said, "have you found anything on your stalker?"
"No." Sydney answered and then tried to change the subject, "But he hasn't tried to contact me in half a week, he might have given up."
Gage frowned but Syd continued, "Come on, we have some bad guys to catch."
They walked out the car and knocked on the door. It was a small, shabby place. A smelly, unshaven, man opened the door with a beer can in his hand. Obviously drunk.
"Whad you want?" he asked, his speech slurred.
Gage decided to skip the small talk and skip right to the point, "Have you visited the Franklin Bank in the past week sir?"
"Who wants to know?" he said.
"Texas Rangers, that's who." Sydney answered, "Are you Andy Luther?"
"Yes I am, Andy Luther the first. That's my name! Currently living in Dallas, single, and is looking for someone to drink with. Ya interested chick?" Andy then almost fell from his drunkenness and started to mumble something.
"Just answer our questions Andy, have you been to the Franklin Bank?" Gage ordered.
"Nah, I didn't rob it if that's what you're asking. If I did, don't y'all think I would have upgraded my house a bit?"
Sydney smiled, "We never said the bank had been robbed."
"Well, why else would you be asking me 'bout it?" he said, "But, if you want some information, I might got some. For a price."
"Oh really?" Gage asked, "What do you mean by a price?"
"Cold hard cash." Andy replied.
"Mr. Luther," Sydney smiled as she took a step forward, "perhaps we didn't make ourselves clear." She grabbed his arm and twisted it as he cried out in pain, "We are texas rangers. If you don't tell us what we need to know, you're under arrest for assisting a wanted criminal."
"Okay, okay!" he yelled.
Sydney let go of his arm and let him continue.
"There's this guy," he said, "goes by 'Lady's Man'"
Gage couldn't resist a laugh then, even Sydney chuckled.
"No, seriously!" Andy said, "You laugh now, but he means business. He is not the type of guy you want to make your enemy. He was talking about something big going down at some bank 'bout a week ago. He usually hangs out at the RoseGlam bar a lot. That's all I know. I swear!"
"Thank you Mr. Luther." Gage said coldly as they walked back to the car.
They began to drive to the RoseGlam bar.
"So," Gage said, "you haven't reconsidered the whole safe house idea?"
"No," Sydney laughed, "this guys hasn't shown himself in days. Besides, I might as well already be in hiding. I spend all my time either at work, or at Walker's. When I'm at the ranch I'm always with Walker or Alex. And when I'm anywhere else I'm always with you!"
"Ouch Syd, that hurts. And I did warn you, remember? I'm you're own personal babysitter." Gage smiled.
Sydney rollded her eyes as they reached the RoseGlam bar.
They walked into the bar and asked a waitress,
"Do you know where I could find, uh, the Lady's Man?"
"I might if you have the cash." she answered.
Gage reached into his wallet and handed her a twenty. She pointed to a man with his hood on in the back. They walked back their and Gage said,
"Excuse me, are you . . . the Lady's Man?"
The man took off his hood but instead of looking at Gage, he stared blankly at Sydney as he answered, "Maybe, do you have business for him?"
"Yes, our boss sent us with business." Sydney answered, frowning from how he was looking at her.
"Right this way." he answered.
He led them to a back room and said, "Lady's Man will be with you in a moment."
"Gage," Sydney whispered as the man left, "I think we've uncovered something a lot bigger than a robber."
Before Gage could answered a man with a large hood and sunglasses on entered the room.
"I am Lady's Man. Who's your boss." he asked, while staring at Sydney.
"Hello," Sydney said, "our boss is new in Dallas. He goes by . . . The Superior."
Gage looked at Sydney while he tried not to laugh, Sydney glared at him.
"Very well," Lady's Man said, "does he have good merchandise?"
"Drugs?" Sydney thought to herself as she answered, "Oh yes, very good. When we were stationed in Boston he was the go to guy."
"Do you have pictures with you?" he asked.
"Uh, no." Sydney said, trying to hide her confusion. "Sorry."
"How many do you have ready for shipment?" Lady's Man asked.
"Not too many, we're still unloading. About 20 I suppose." Gage answered.
"Only 20, you say? I'm impressed, 20 is very good for most businesses of our kind."
"Yes, I suppose." Gage answered, confused as much as Sydney at this point.
"But I am a bit surprised," Lady's Man continued, "that a female would be part of this." He looked at Sydney skeptically.
"I'm tough enough to handle it." Sydney answered defensively.
"Tough isn't why I'm surprised," he answered, "I just didn't think that you'd be interested in doing this sort of thing to other women. Females in our line of work are very rare, as I'm sure you can imagine."
Suddenly Sydney realized what he was talking, he was a women slave trader . . .
"Yes, well," Sydney said, "I've always been a boy at heart."
Sydney glanced at Gage, who had just began to understand what they were talking about."
"If you don't mind," Gage said, "we'll have to reschedule this meeting. I just remembered about an important shipment coming in soon."
"Of course." Lady's Man said as they got up to leave.
Once back in the car Gage asked, "You know what they were, right?"
Sydney nodded, "Women slave traders."
"Sydney," Gage asked uncomfortably, "you don't think that your stalker is part of this group. Do you?"
"No, I seriously doubt it." Syd answered.
But as they drove back the office, Sydney couldn't help but wonder . . .
