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undergrounds2015-05-27 07:53 pm
livelongenough) wrote in undergrounds2015-05-27 07:53 pm
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A Whisper in the Walls (Closed; for Clara)
"Yes, I understand. I'm very interested in it. I'd love to see the property. Yes, yes. The cost is fine. No, I won't need any financing. Saturday? Wonderful. Ten AM? Perfect. I'll be there. Thank you very much."
It had been a long time since he had bought property. Abe had gotten the shop in New York, and that, like this, had been paid for outright. It was better to stay out of debt. Credit was important, yes, but he'd manage to find another way to do that. Finance a car, perhaps. Something much less demanding than a business.
Clothes, too, would be useful. Open a few cards, make some purchases, pay them off. Keep it very clean, very streamlined, but that was always the difficulty of setting himself up in a city for the first time in almost thirty years. He hated having to do it, but, sometimes, it was necessary. Like when there was no way he could have survived a situation.
If Jo had found him at Abe's, everything would have fallen apart.
He hung up his office phone -- which was the only one he had, no mobile whatsoever -- and looked up. He knew he'd sensed something, and he saw it now. A particular ghost he'd met during the school's first official event he'd attended.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. How are you?"
It had been a long time since he had bought property. Abe had gotten the shop in New York, and that, like this, had been paid for outright. It was better to stay out of debt. Credit was important, yes, but he'd manage to find another way to do that. Finance a car, perhaps. Something much less demanding than a business.
Clothes, too, would be useful. Open a few cards, make some purchases, pay them off. Keep it very clean, very streamlined, but that was always the difficulty of setting himself up in a city for the first time in almost thirty years. He hated having to do it, but, sometimes, it was necessary. Like when there was no way he could have survived a situation.
If Jo had found him at Abe's, everything would have fallen apart.
He hung up his office phone -- which was the only one he had, no mobile whatsoever -- and looked up. He knew he'd sensed something, and he saw it now. A particular ghost he'd met during the school's first official event he'd attended.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. How are you?"
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There's nothing wrong with telling her. After all, he's already asked her how long she's been dead, and that tends to be a rather personal question, most of the time. So, talking about himself a little wouldn't go amiss.
"Before I came here, I actually worked in New York City as one of their medical examiners. A detective there... We..." He sighs. It's still a fresh wound. "We got along quite well. She always welcomed me when I wanted to tag along on an investigation."
He shakes his head a little. "I suppose I've missed the mystery."
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And she's still taking in the new information he admitted to her because oh goodness! Joining along in real investigations? In New York of all places too? How exciting. She tries to not look too awed by the revelation, nodding in what she hopes is a levelheaded manner. "Oh that sounds so very... adventurous. Hunting for clues and investigating leads!
"Looks like I came to the right person then for this," she smiles at him, feeling more confident then ever that she made the right call in going to him. "Well I hope this proves a challenge for you but I also hope that this is simply a misunderstanding or mere sale of snakeoil and hype. If only for the patients' sake."