"Can I help you?" he asked her, trying to sound friendly yet failing miserably at it.
"Uh... I..." Tru stuttered to say, she was dumbstruck that she had been led straight to him, she hadn't even had time to think up a good excuse for stalking him yet.
"Yeah?" Dennis snapped with little patience, widening his gaze on her suspiciously.
Tru let out a slight laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed at her behavior.
"Hi, I'm Tru Davies..." she decided to introduce herself, Dennis only looked her up and down skeptically. "Can I come in?" she then asked sweetly.
"Why?" he wondered cautiously.
"I just really need to talk to you..." she tried to explain seriously, this only made him scoff at her dryly.
"Look, whatever it is you want to 'talk' about..." he emphasized the word talk with even more skepticism then his other words. "I'm broke and you can do better... bye!" he then quickly slammed the door in her face.
Tru stood in the same spot for a minute, she stared ahead at the now closed door, she couldn't believe what had just happened.
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"So you found him... that's a start..." Davis said to himself more then Tru as they both stood in his office trying to think up their next move.
"Davis..." Tru said in all seriousness, Davis looked over at her in response. "Do I look like a prostitute to you?" she then asked in the same serious tone as before.
"What?" he uttered blankly, not really knowing how to answer.
"Do I look cheap to you?" her voice now a bit whiney with worry, Davis only glanced over apparel slightly.
"Well... uh..." he feared to answer truthfully, she narrowed her gaze on him. "It wouldn't hurt to wear something less... provocative..." he then stared down at his desk, avoiding eye contact with her.
Tru looked down at herself mutely, defeat filling her.
"What's wrong with the way I look?" she then questioned sadly.
"Nothing... I didn't say... who said you look like a prostitute anyway?" he then asked, looking back at her finally.
"The Dennis guy... he thought I wanted money to 'talk' to him!" she explained, using the same tone for the word talk as Dennis had earlier.
"He obviously doesn't know what he's talking about..." Davis muttered back sincerely, Tru smiled at him slightly. "So... you should probably go back to the girl, Matilda..." he then changed the subject to a more serious one. "She seems to be the only shoe-in for talking to this guy..."
"I gotta better idea..." Tru stated, grabbing her jacket.
"Really, what?" Davis wondered curiously.
"Well I figure I have to find out more about this guy if I'm gonna save his life, right?" She began to explain, he only nodded in response. "So why not take a closer look at where he lives..." she finished, Davis sent her an even more curious look.
"You mean you're going to break into his apartment?" he asked seriously, looking her over closely.
"Well with a little help..." she sighed at the thought.
"Just be careful..." Davis said in defeat, deciding to give up on changing her stubborn mind. "And if the cops happen to catch you, remember... I don't know you." He added, Tru only smiled at him gratefully before making her way towards the door.
"Oh and Davis..." she paused before exiting the room, he turned towards her again. "Thanks." she told him kindly, she then left office.
"Anytime..." he replied to the empty room, he then went back to his paperwork.
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The black cell phone rang as the red dice flipped atop the green table, the others around it screamed with excitement as the low ringer blended in with their cheers.
"Goddamn it!" the cell phone's owner spat once the dice stopped moving, it was then that he noticed the persistent ring. "What do ya want?" his agitated voice echoed into the receiver.
"Harrison, I need your help..." Tru alerted him.
"Well if it isn't my favorite psycho sister..." he joked while leaning back in his chair.
"Just shut up and meet me at the corner of Fifth and Madison in fifteen minutes!" she snapped in a hurry, she was in no mood for his crap today.
"Yeah, sure... whatever!" he prattled with little interest before hanging up the phone.
"You in or out?" the greasy looking guy to his left asked menacingly.
"Sorry but I'm out..." Harrison said, throwing what money he owed on the table while standing up from his seat.
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"I still don't see why you have to be here..." Tru asked in annoyance as her little brother sat beside her in the passenger's seat of her car.
They were parked across the street from the rundown apartment building where Dennis resided.
"Do you really think I'd let you get into trouble all by yourself..." he answered with a chortle. "Why the hell are we just sitting here anyway?"
"Because, we have to wait for him to leave before we can do anything!" she started the obvious.
"Is he supposed to leave soon then 'cause this is boring as hell!" Harrison smarted, Tru sighed at him wearily.
"He's bound to leave sometime... no one can stay in that place forever." She muttered to herself more then her brother.
Almost two hours later, just as the sun was beginning to set, they noticed a very fancy black car pull up to the curb across from them.
"Now what would a nice looking car like that be doing in front of a hellhole like this?" Harrison muttered with boredom.
It was then that they saw the lanky Dennis exit the apartment building and get into the car.
"Interesting..." Harrison whispered jokingly as the expensive car took off down the street now one passenger heavier.
"Okay... lets go..." Tru said as she opened her door and stepped out, Harrison tiredly did the same.