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Hunter's Moon - The Case of the Wayard Spouse [IC]

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dragonfly:
"Right you are Desmond!"James gratefully looks at Desmond and slowly walks Betty to the chair. "Take a seat Betty, how about I'll get you a glass of water and then you tell Desmond and me about Jack." James walks to the kitchen and fills a glass with tap water. He hands Betty the glass of water and then looks at Saul and start apologetically: "I'm sorry Sir... I mean, Saul! I hope we don't inconvenience you too much. You see, this is Betty, my cousin and she would be here if it wasn't important..."

LuckyDee:
At this point, Saul seems to regain his senses. "I, er... sure, be my guest!" he starts, a little flustered. "But  imagine Miss Betty might prefer a more... secluded atmosphere in which to elaborate on her... situation."
Betty, meanwhile, seems to have a little trouble taking it all in. She takes the glass of water and proceeds to just stand around, dumbfounded. Her mouth opens and closes again, two, three times, before she can manage in a subdued voice "You were right, James. I did come to see Mister Desmond. But I'm glad I found you here." A wry but sincere smile crosses her features at that. She looks from Desmond to James and back again as she asks "Could we...?" and looks back towards the hallway.

dragonfly:
James looks at Betty, Desmond and finally his gaze settles on Saul. He shifts his balance and gestures awkwardly to the hallway. "Saul, it looks like we have an early close to our little get together. I hope you don't mind... Desmond, would you mind opening up your office even though it is late. Betty you can stay the night at my place. That is, if you don't have anywhere else to stay?" 

thelaptop:
"Why, of course!"  Desmond said, ever the professional when it comes to being a private investigator.  He looks at James, then at Betty, before stealing a glance at Saul, who just shrugged his shoulders.

Desmond walks confidently through the hallway towards his office, unlocks the door, and flicks the light switch, his eyes darting quickly through the room -- it was a habit that he had found useful for the many years of operation he had.  Satisfied with what he [didn't] see, he strides back to Saul's office and, stood at the door frame itself, and addressed both Betty and James.

"Miss... Betty, would you kindly allow James to escort you to my office?"

LuckyDee:
At that, Betty detaches herself from James' embrace and, hanging her head, makes her way to Desmond's office. Saul gets up from his seat - the ravages of age slowly starting to show in his movements - to close the door behind you, and nods the both of you goodbye.

As you reach the neighboring office, Betty slumps down into one of the chairs, almost appearing catatonic. Then after a couple of seconds, as the both of you are taking position she starts talking in a subdued, slightly monotonous voice, still staring into the middle distance: "A little over a year ago, Hank landed a job at Hughes & Romanov. It was a junior position, but we were over the moon - they're a law firm dealing in tax legislation and from what he told me their star had been on the rise for a couple of years. And it seemed he was right: before long we could afford a move from the shabby apartment in Brunswick to Elysium," - definitely an upgrade in terms of neighborhood - "to a house the size our parents could have only dreamed of. We had it all planned out; he would have his den, I my conservatory and we'd still have rooms to spare for the children we'd always wanted. He started putting in a lot of extra hours at work - he always said he want to make sure we got what was coming to us. He just seemed so happy with it all."

She pauses to grab her cigarettes from her purse and lights one with a hand that softly trembles, belying her apparent composure. Tilting back her head and exhaling a large plume of smoke towards the ceiling, she continues: "His hard work started paying off soon enough, too. He was promoted twice well within that first year and he seemed to grow with each instance. Of course, this meant even more hours and more effort and I got to see less and less of him, but it didn't matter. When we were together, it all made sense. His love for me was growing with him - I could feel it in every fiber of my being - and I could only reciprocate. Those moments more than made up for the time we lost when he was immersed in the cases they fed him."

She allows the memories of better times to distract her for a moment, but it doesn't last long. After a few breaths her face contorts and the calm leaves her again. "And now there's this to tell me I've been wrong all this time!" she exclaims as she reaches into her handbag and slaps a piece of paper on the desk.

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