Time Period Distress Call-1

"Name's Thorns..."1

She states as she reaches for the inspector's badge. Was he legit? She could feel the dry air propelling itself off the crumbling walls. The fan moving in its struggle to keep this overpaid undereducated inspector from having a heat stroke.2

"I'm the best there is. You looking for your wings?"3

He cocked an eyebrow then choked on the thickening air around him. His molded cigar and the fan's stirring of dust, his lungs couldn't take it. His coughing fit gave way and he brought a severely used handkerchief to his lips. Wiping away the spit that formed.4

"Ha, looking for my wings, can't you hit me with a better line old man? I'm paying you, so listen up. My friend's been dead, for a two months now and the police are scared to look into it. I'm brought to the lowest. You. You're my last hope, and last bit of money." His face grew with a mean state, but the words "last hope" seemed to make him feel I was the damsel in distress type. He liked this. I didn't.5

I continued. "She was found in the cemetery of Highland Grove. Two wounds to her neck and a slight in her wrist. Police are scarred to touch the case. Claimed Satanism. Cult activity. Some claim vampires. I don't care what it is, I just wanna see somebody get what they deserve for doing this to her." He grew stern, and an over thinking look shown in his eyes. Would he take the bait?6

"And I'm suppose to believe this? Dame, what do you take me for? A Fool!?" His over sized face erupted in red flushes, giving the sense of a nearing explosion.7

"A FOOL!? Sir I am paying YOU! You are the fool for thinking I'll dive into your arms because YOU think I'M a damsel in distress! Now do you want the job or not? The offers still there, I'm paying you 50 an hour and this is what I get?" The last bit wasn't really a question for him, it was a mental note not to pay so much for things that aren't going to work out in the end.8

"No. I won't. I'm not going to. Keep your money, you're bad news miss, and I want you to leave. I'm not wasting my time on you." His face got really suttle and white. I straightened my garments together before I got up. Smoothing the creases of my button up top. Creamy white with these frilly gloves. Jeez, this time period could give a woman a heart attack for all the constant hours you had to spend in front of the mirror. Mirrors. That was funny, I always hated those things. When I was little my sister would taught me that they were gateways to other places, now they were only a nuisance. This dump would close at the grand hour of ten. Time wasn't on my side and it was almost closing time. Other things to do. Places to go. Files to throw.9

"Your loss. There was money involved. Have a nice night. However long it will be"10

I gave a twisted smirk. He took the bait. More then ever, he took the bait. I had an alibi.