The chief was waiting for her, there has been a report that was overlapping another's investigation of a murder of a similar state. The same M.O., the same death and the same cars have been seen at both sites.

The door opened and Buttercup came in, the chief toss over a file to the other side of the desk than lean back. Buttercup picked up and looked over the photos within, than she looked at him and raised a brow.

"Another psychic officer had seen your car," the chief said. "It was involve in a murder in a morgue, than it was seen at a pachinko parlor where you saw the deceased was last seen."

"Who is this officer?" Buttercup as she placed the file back onto the desk, "and what is his status."

"He's checking something out after nearly being killed last night when Dwayne was killed," the chief said.

"What happen? Dwayne asked for some nacho from the wrong person?"

"Nope, although that thought has crossed my mind," the chief sat forward and laid his arms onto the desk. "While he is not well liked by anyone here it's still murder, and the officer said he saw a match book from Water edge; the pachinko parlor."

"Okay, all of this revolves that pachinko place," Buttercup said. "So I guess someone better go down there and poke around the place, I bet that's what why you called."

"Pretty much," the chief said. "They already met Mr. Narrator and know he's a cop, so I'm sending you in."

"Right," Buttercup rubbed the back of her neck. "When do you want to send me in?"

"Right now."

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They gather around their usual table within the hidden club, after quietly talking about the plan and the factor of law enforcement has found their get together place. It was decided that the plan will go on and they would move to the secondary place, if anything should arise they would deal with it swiftly and quietly.

Without their informant they have to move more carefully.

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Mr. Narrator was standing before the door of Dwayne Ravit, he planned on going to Water's edge yesterday before he walked home and called about the second murder. But the moment he had heard that there was a second detective working on elements that could be linked to the case and was sending her to the parlor instead he agreed to search Dwayne's apartment than fell asleep on the couch.

But now he was a little glad someone else was going there instead of him, he wasn't in the mood to be pestered by bouncers and other goons. Checking the door he knew it was locked, retrieving the easy use lock pick he got from the equipment room he slid in a slender piece of metal with a flat piece of plastic at the end into the keyhole and waited. There was a soft click and the door was opened.

He stepped in while closing the door behind him, in moments the PPK was unholstered and he was doing a quick sweep of the apartment. One thing he learned that ether Dwayne the cheapskate spends all of his money on the apartment and the cool stuff or he was excepting bribes and kickbacks, the latter was more possible.

After finding the apartment was clear he put of his rubber gloves, the first place to start was the living room. It room has a large screen tv which was hooked up to a camcorder on a tripod aimed at the leather couch, a table full of random items and a nightstand with a phone.

The strange thing is there was no caller ID or answering machine, he also knew Dwayne was too cheap to spring for voice mail (he tried calling the moocher once and let the phone rang over 20 times before hanging up.)

He search through the things on the table and came up empty handed, the next thing he tried - out of desperation for a clue - was move the couch cushions and held his breath while doing so.

A discarded condom, a poloroid of a woman in scarlet underwear and a half eaten chess puff wasn't much to get excited over. The little red booklet was.

Ha! Ruiji thought as he picked up the booklet, opening it he found it to be filled with letters like P.E. and what looks to be phone numbers. These are phone numbers! And if I'm right P.E. stands for Pep Edge.

He placed the booklet into a plastic bag and placed it into his pocket before moving onto the kitchen. Here something odd happened to Dwayne, Ruiji stopped the rotting tomato that was in the process of being cut, the fridge was open and everything within had gone south. Whatever spooked Dwayne must have made him leave in a hurry.

The next stop wield nothing, the bathroom was the same as any other. The bed room did give up something odd, in the nightstand next to the bed under the photos of scadily clad women was a sticky note marked, "near the river, beyond sight; got it."

Ruiji walked out of the apartment, locking the door behind him. When he got back to the offices he was going to make a few phone call.