[Detective M.] Echo echo – do I hear an echo?
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 7) [WP] Re-rolls: 5
to Cordelia
[AKA – Izzy Hears EVERYTHING.]
[Cordelia] “Jonesy, I don’t like this.”
“Don’t like what?”
“Somethin’ isn’t right in this city, and we both know it. Those guys peddlin’ the knock off crap? Something isn’t right about it. That makeup’s hardcore shit.”
“I’ll see what I can get about it, but you know I’m only here for a few more days, then I gotta get to Baltimore.”
“What’s in Baltimore?”
“Not Maelstrom.”
“Very funny.”
“Nah, just another delivery.”
“I worry about you, Jones.”
“When you gonna quit doing this?”
“When it quits getting me information.”
“Smart girl.”
“Learned from the best.”
—-
“Stop it.”
“C’mon, babe, it’s just a little-”
“Leave me the fuck alone or I’m calling the cops.”
“Who’s gonna believe a Rat?”
“… what?”
“You ain’t special, Claire. Just another dumb Gnawer trying to be somethin’ she ain’t.”
“Where are you getting that stuff?”
“North.”
“… what?”
A different man laughs.
There’s a hard, hit. A disoriented gurgle.
two men’s voices.
“Shouldn’t we, like, finish this off?”
“She’ll bleed out.”
“But isn’t it weird to find a dead hooker in an alley…”
Fabric rips. there’s fighting. There are other sounds. A squelching, wet, disgusting sort of sound. Something that’s followed by a strap breaking, a rib cracking, snapping. Metal into something wet and soggy. They drop her somewhere. Garbage rustles. She quits breathing.
“You don’t think she told anyone, do you?”
“Who woulda listened. Just keep moving product, kiddo. you’ll go further when you quit thinking about this.”
“Doesn’t she have family or something?”
“Drop it.”
“Like, her tribe?”
“Chicago won’t miss another one of hers anyway.”
to Detective M.
[Detective M.] [alrighty – doing things the old fashioned way – investigation Southside… what does she discover about our dead girl?
Perc+investigation
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
to Cordelia
[Cordelia] She gets a few things at the south side. Mostly, her johns sound confused. When Izzy asks about the stolen goods, she hears a few things. Mostly from crack heads, someone saying that it’s bad juju, other people saying that they got themselves a damned fine Rolex is she wants to buy it for just a little under fifty dollars and oh, she’s a cop nevermind they don’t want to sell it anymore. They do say, however, that those knockoffs [makeup and shoes] don’t quite work like the real thing, but people are buying them up like hotcakes, a lot like the ones in that nice boutique. It might be in Lake view, or the Mile. Somewhere like that…
Spare some change?
to Detective M.