Faery Wonderland

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Teeny Clip 1 :: Affair?

“I don’t know how serious your relationship with her was, but I swear, swear, swear that I’m trying to help her. You don’t know me and don’t have any reason to trust me, but if I’m lying you can…I don’t know, call the cops and have me arrested. I really, really need your help. I’ve been trying to piece together her last week, but I can’t find any information about her anywhere. I talked to the owner where she worked but as soon as I got more personal he started clamming up. I know she met with you, and I’m pretty sure she kissed you, and I’m pretty sure she had feelings for you, but other than that, I’m lost.”

            I leaned forward in my seat, my hands raised in a begging motion, my eyes pleading. Brooke continued to glare, now leaning back in his chair as my words died out in the crisp air of the room. With a sigh he leaned back onto the desk, his face a mixture of loss and determination.

            “How did you know?” he asked, his voice soft.

            “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

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Clip #3 :: Chai Numminess

             “So, let’s say I believe you.” She said, leaning her body completely against the table. “Which, you know, I really shouldn’t. It would be ridiculous if I did. But let’s just say I do.”

            I watched her for a moment and set the table. We sat together, mugs and a pot of steaming chai between us. Natalie lifted hers, sniffing at it. Her nose scrunched up as she took a noisy sip.

            Her brows furrowed together.

            “That’s really good.”

            I raised one eyebrow.

            “Are you surprised?”

            She shrugged.

            “I don’t like tea.”

            I smiled.

            “It’s chai. It’s better than normal tea.”

            “Yeah.”

            She took a deep breath and pushed her chair back.

            “I have to go. I’m not supposed to be here.”

            “What are you going to do?”

            “About what?”

            I shrugged.

            “Thalia Valdez.”

            She looked back at the painting and took a deep breath.

            “What can I do? Tell my boss you had a dream that might tell us something about the case that might  help us figure something out? I mean, even if I did believe you, how does that help? You’ve been seeing this stuff, but what about it would actually help? Have you seen the attacker? His face?”

            I could feel my expression fall.