Title : Lost and Found
Author : Rieval
Disclaimer : not mine (it's such a pity !)
Rating : hum, let's says R, just to be cautious
Summary : Blair disappeared - set few weeks after the episode "Survival"
Note 1 : sentence in italic denote thoughts
Note 2 : english is not my first language, so please be kind !
When I'll finished it – one day …-, this monster will be posted on Cascade Library, but for now it's yours!
Betaread by LKY (check her stories on her site, she writes GOLD!)
Thursday 14 May 1998
08:32 AM
The man let the phone ringed four times before seizing it. "Yes." The voice was young and soft.
"Mister Smith?" a strong male voice answered with a little ironic accentuation on the evidently false name. "A friend of mine recommended you to me."
The introduction met silence.
"I need help with some … difficulties I encountered here, in Cascade."
More silence followed the odd explanation.
The man kept on. "Well, my friend was real impressed with your work in Chicago so …" The voice trailed off, confidence abruptly lost, sharing some nervousness.
"What kind of help do you need exactly?" The tone of the other man was now sharper and colder.
"In fact, what I need the most is … time. You see, the police are getting a little to close to my business for my liking. So, I need time to, well, to clean up the place."
"How much," some impatience could be heard in the voice of the second man.
"Huh, let's say two or three weeks. I should be able to … finish at the end of the month but to do so I need this damn cop off of my back and» The speaker had a habit of pausing every few words as if testing the water before continuing.
"Name?" The voice cut off the angry tirade.
The strange conversation was really getting on the first man nerves now and he babbled "Ellison. Detective James Ellison."
o0o
Monday 17 May 1998
02:25 PM
Relaxed in his high-backed leather chair, the blond haired man slowly brought the fine blue china cup he was holding up to his lips and took sips of the Old Jasmin tea. Savouring the flavour of the expensive tea, eyes closed, seemingly lost in his thought, he played with the manila folder that was on his desk. After a moment, he opened his eyes and pulled the content of the folder out to check a last time.
He smiled at the picture in front of him. The smile held no warmth.
Long chestnut curly hair framed an angular young face. Sapphire blue eyes were staring intelligently out at the camera. With his finger, the man traced the features of the young man staring up at him.
There was something special radiating from this face.
Innocence. Yes that was it. Such innocence.
Still smiling, the man placed the fragile blue cup back in its saucer and closed the file.
All was ready. It could begin now.
TBC
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