FAKE Fic: Vacation Interrupted – Part 1
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badly_knittedTitle: Vacation Interrupted – Part 1
Fandom: FAKE
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badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo, OCs.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Word Count: 2506
Summary: It’s supposed to be a relaxing camping trip, getting away from the city and all things work-related, but somehow Dee and Ryo find themselves caught up in some local drama.
Written For: Weekend Challenge Prompt: Who, Where. I got Outlaw, and Camping at
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1_million_words.Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Camping, Ryo had claimed, was absolutely the best way to get away from it all, leave the stresses of life far behind, and just relax. In Dee’s opinion, the same thing could be achieved far more comfortably, if not as cheaply, by booking into a hotel or guest house, but Ryo had wanted to camp out in the fresh air, away from people and pollution, and Dee supposed he could see the appeal. Sort of.
Dee was a guy who enjoyed his home comforts: a cold beer in front of the TV in the evenings, a comfortable bed to sleep on, hot running water, and indoor plumbing. But he was also head over heels in love with Ryo, and perfectly willing to do whatever would make his baby happy, within reason. So, camping trip.
It wasn’t all bad. Dee had to admit it did feel good to get out of the city to a place where the air was fresh and clean, untainted by the twin aromas of traffic fumes and overripe garbage, and where they didn’t have to be constantly on the lookout for pickpockets, muggers, and worse. Everyone in New York, cops and civilians alike, needed eyes in the backs of their heads, so it made a refreshing change to be in the middle of nowhere, far away from people and even the smallest possibility of crimes being committed. Plus, he had to admit snuggling up together in their sleeping bag was pretty cosy. Cooking over an open fire was kinda neat too, a bit like barbecuing, but not. Ryo was a great cook, even away from the kitchen and all its modern conveniences, able to conjure tasty meals out of canned foods, or whatever else they’d brought with them.
It wasn’t going to be a long vacation, just four days, but it was still a welcome break from routine, and as they set out for a hike on the morning of their first full day, leaving behind their campsite on a flat area partway up the side of a shallow valley, there was a spring in Dee’s step and a smile on his face. The weather was fine, warm without being too hot, and even he had to admit the scenery was a feast for the eyes. The view ahead of him was pretty eye-catching too. He smirked to himself as he followed his lover up the ridge; Ryo in tight jeans was always a sight worth seeing.
OoOoOoO
It was sometime after they paused to eat the lunch Ryo had packed, perhaps half an hour after they set off walking again, that they found the cave, cutting deep into a rocky outcrop and partially concealed by brambles and bushes. Ryo, curiosity getting the better of him, wanted to take a look inside, assuring his partner there were unlikely to be bears or mountain lions about. Truth to tell, Dee was more worried about the possibility of snakes than large predators, because snakes were sneaky and way harder to spot, being so well camouflaged, but he kept his thoughts to himself and tagged along anyway. He had his baby’s back, the same as when they were working, just in case there was anything in there they ought to be concerned about.
Turned out, the cave wasn’t home to any wildlife, not that they could see, but it wasn’t vacant either. Tucked far into the back, where it would stay dry even if the weather turned bad, was a bedroll and a backpack, a camping stove, a few pots and pans, a new-looking cooler, and a few carrier bags of supplies: tinned food, boxes of crackers, and bottles of water.
“Looks like someone’s camping here.” Ryo backed out. “We should leave before they come back. They probably came up here to get away from civilisation for a bit, the same as us. It wouldn’t be polite to intrude.”
“You think it’s maybe a hunter?”
Ryo shook his head. “Unlikely; it’s not hunting season. Probably just a hiker.”
“Could be a poacher. Or a homeless guy, maybe some kinda hermit.”
“That’s possible. The nearest town’s only maybe five or six miles from here, and a cosy cave beats sleeping rough on the streets, out in all weathers. Anyway, it’s not our business. Whoever it is, they’re as entitled to be out here as we are.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Leaving the cave behind, Dee followed his lover on up the ridge, putting the hermit, or whoever it was, firmly out of his mind.
Neither man gave any more thought to the mysterious cave dweller until they returned to their camp that evening, just as dusk was settling into the valley, and found that someone had been through their belongings. Not that they’d left much of value in their tent, not even a shaving kit, because who cared about shaving on a camping trip? All that was in the tent were their clothes and toothbrushes, their sleeping bag, food and cooking supplies, and a few other bits and pieces. Nevertheless, someone had definitely been there, even though the only things they were sure had been taken were a six-pack of beer, and the battery powered lamp Ryo had bought to provide some illumination inside the tent when they were… getting ready for bed.
“Who d’ya think it was?” Dee asked. “Whoever’s stayin’ in that cave?”
“Could be. Maybe they were watching, saw up go in, figured we’d been snooping and decided payback was in order.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t steal anything. Hell, we didn’t even touch their stuff!” Dee sounded put out.
“We can go up there again tomorrow and ask,” Ryo suggested. “But the beer can be replaced, and the lamp wasn’t expensive, probably not worth making a fuss over. We’ve only got a couple more days out here anyway, then we have to head home.”
“Okay, you’re right, don’t wanna wreck what’s left of our vacation over beer and a lamp. We still got our flashlights if we need ‘em, and we can maybe pick up another lamp in town when we’re buyin’ more beer, bread and stuff in the mornin’. Right now, guess we’d better get the fire goin’, and see about fixin’ dinner. I’m starvin’ after all the walkin’ we’ve done today.”
“Nothing new there. You’re permanently hungry.”
Dee grinned. “Gotta keep my strength up for later.” He winked at his lover and Ryo chuckled.
“I should’ve known. Come on, if you want to eat anytime soon, you can help gather more firewood, before it gets too dark to see what we’re doing.”
“Whatever ya say, babe.”
Once again, they put whoever was living in the cave out of their minds and got on with the business of enjoying their vacation.
OoOoOoO
The next day, they drove into town bright and early to pick up a few supplies, only to find the central square swarming with men carrying rifles and shotguns, including a handful of State Troopers, and a couple of guys wrangling a pair of bloodhounds. Parking in the lot beside the grocery store, Dee and Ryo wandered over to see what was going on. They made a beeline for the town’s Sheriff, who seemed to be in charge of proceedings, and Dee asked what was going on.
“Nothin’ for you to worry about, son, just goin’ out after a guy who ripped off the Savings an’ Loan a couple towns over. Witnesses gave a description of the thief matches a guy was seen buyin’ campin’ supplies over at the sportin’ goods store last week, so we gonna go find him an’ have a little chat is all, see if he’s our man.”
“Camping supplies,” Ryo said thoughtfully. “A grey groundsheet and a dark blue sleeping bag, camo patterned backpack, and a cooler with the store’s logo on the lid?”
The Sheriff turned with a puzzled expression on his face. “Yeah! Now how’d you boys know all that?”
“We’re camping a few miles out of town,” Ryo explained. “Went hiking yesterday and came across a cave partway up a ridge maybe five or six miles east of here. Someone was obviously living there, didn’t see who it was, but all that and some other stuff was piled up in the back. We didn’t touch it, could’ve just been another camper or a hiker looking for somewhere sheltered from the weather, only…”
Dee took over. “When we got back to our camp, someone had gone through our stuff, taken a couple things. Nothin’ worth much, we weren’t even gonna bother reportin’ it. Only got a couple more days of our vacation left, and we didn’t wanna spend ‘em fillin’ in stolen property reports.” Dee shrugged. “We’re cops back in New York.”
The sheriff perked up. “That a fact?”
Ryo and Dee showed their badges.
“Well now, that’s a stroke of luck, and no mistake. ‘Bout the first bit of luck we’ve had in this whole sorry mess. Guy we’re after, he put two good people in the hospital, and one in the morgue. Thinks he’s Jesse James or somethin’, the way he was wavin’ his gun around on the security tapes. There’s no shortage of caves hereabouts though, mountains hereabouts are riddled with ‘em. Plenty of places a guy like that could hole up, and searchin’ ‘em all would take a fair bit of time, probably long enough he’d be able to give us the slip. You boys think you could guide us to the one he’s usin’?”
Ryo nodded, ruefully kissing goodbye to the rest of their blissful vacation. Still, it was only right that the various branches of law enforcement should cooperate with each other whenever they were in a position to do so, and knowing there was a possible murderer out there wouldn’t make for a relaxing vacation anyway, especially if he knew where their camp was. It was in their own best interests to help.
“We can do that.”
“Appreciate it.” The Sheriff called his deputy over and sent him to fetch a couple more bulletproof vests. “Radios too, if we got ‘em to spare.” He turned back to Dee and Ryo.
“Okay, boys, I’m hereby deputisin’ the both of ya. You armed?”
“I am,” Dee admitted.
Ryo frowned at his lover. “You said you were leaving your gun at home this time!”
“I know. Thought about it, but I changed my mind. Gotta have some protection against snakes, don’t I?”
The Sheriff looked at Ryo. “I take it you don’t have yours with ya?”
“Didn’t think I’d need it on a four-day camping trip,” Ryo replied. “The whole point was to get away from anything work-related.”
“Guess that’s not workin’ out so well for ya, sorry ‘bout that. Not to worry though. When my deputy gets back, I’ll have him set ya up with a weapon.”
“Give him a rifle if you’ve got a spare,” Dee cut in. “He’s one of the best police snipers in the state.”
“Sniper, huh? In that case, you can just take my old girl. I’ll make do with my sidearm.” The Sheriff slipped the strap of his rifle off his shoulder and passed the gun to Ryo. “She pulls a little to the left, but she’s never jammed up on me in near thirty years.”
“Thank you.” Ryo ran knowing hands over the gun, checking it over. “I’ll take good care of her. She’s a beauty.”
“She is that. Name’s Hammond, by the way. Bill Hammond.”
“Randy Maclean,” Ryo introduced himself, slinging the rifle’s strap over his shoulder and shaking the Sheriff’s hand. “My partner, Dee Laytner.”
Dee shook hands too.
“Good to meet ya both. Guess this is pretty different from what you boys are used to in the Big Apple.”
“Less than ya might think,” Dee said, his grin wry. “You just got trees and mountains instead of skyscrapers.”
The deputy came jogging up then, with a pair of walkie talkies, and a couple of bulletproof vests borrowed from the troopers. “Not the best,” he said, handing over the radios, “but they’re all that’s left. Should be fine for short range though.”
“Charlie, this here’s Detectives Maclean and Laytner, outta New York. They may just know where our fugitive’s holed up, assumin’ he hasn’t moved elsewhere since yesterday, so they’ll be joinin’ the hunt.” Hammond grinned at Dee and Ryo. “My deputy, Charlie Duggan. He may look kinda wet behind the ears, but don’t you boys let that fool ya. He’s sharp as a tack, a damned good shot, and not too shabby as a tracker neither. Right, I’ll leave ya to get yourselves geared up; we’ll be movin’ out in five.” Bill Hammond strode away to talk to the State Troopers and fill them in on the change of plans.
Ryo and Dee shrugged into their borrowed vests and adjusted them for a reasonably comfortable fit, then checked their weapons. A few minutes later, the party set out, Ryo taking the lead with Sheriff Hammond and Sergeant Howell of the Troopers, Dee and Deputy Duggan walking just behind them with the dog handlers, although Dee made sure to keep Duggan between himself and the bloodhounds, not being a huge fan of dogs. The rest of the Troopers and a handful of locals followed behind, moving as quietly as a crowd of some thirty or so men could manage.
“I just hope our finding this guy’s hideout yesterday won’t have spooked him,” Ryo said, keeping his voice low. “We didn’t see anyone, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t nearby watching us.”
Hammond shrugged. “Don’t matter so much. Even if he’s moved on, there’s a good chance the hounds’ll be able to track him from the cave to wherever he’s hidin’. Just havin’ a place to start’s gonna narrow our search area right down, save us a lot of time and legwork. Good of you boys to help.”
“We’re happy to,” Dee said. It might not strictly be true, he would have preferred not to get caught up in a manhunt while he and Ryo were supposed to be kicking back and relaxing, but under the circumstances, refusing to provide assistance was out of the question.
“Sooner we find this guy, the happier I’ll be. ‘Course, there’s a chance he might not be the one we want, just some innocent fella on a campin’ trip, but I got a feelin’ he’s our man. Folk who served him said he was actin’ a might shifty, and Betty at the sportin’ goods store said she thought she caught sight of a pistol tucked into the back of his pants. Now, that don’t mean nothin’ for sure. Some folks come up here, they like to take potshots at empty bottles or cans, and we get trouble with poachers now and again, but taken altogether, it looks kinda suspicious.”
Ryo nodded agreement. “I imagine we’ll find out soon enough. Even if he’s not the guy you’re after, sounds like he could be up to something.”
“Either way, gotta check him out,” Dee agreed.
“Ain’t that the truth?”
TBC in Part 2
Dee was a guy who enjoyed his home comforts: a cold beer in front of the TV in the evenings, a comfortable bed to sleep on, hot running water, and indoor plumbing. But he was also head over heels in love with Ryo, and perfectly willing to do whatever would make his baby happy, within reason. So, camping trip.
It wasn’t all bad. Dee had to admit it did feel good to get out of the city to a place where the air was fresh and clean, untainted by the twin aromas of traffic fumes and overripe garbage, and where they didn’t have to be constantly on the lookout for pickpockets, muggers, and worse. Everyone in New York, cops and civilians alike, needed eyes in the backs of their heads, so it made a refreshing change to be in the middle of nowhere, far away from people and even the smallest possibility of crimes being committed. Plus, he had to admit snuggling up together in their sleeping bag was pretty cosy. Cooking over an open fire was kinda neat too, a bit like barbecuing, but not. Ryo was a great cook, even away from the kitchen and all its modern conveniences, able to conjure tasty meals out of canned foods, or whatever else they’d brought with them.
It wasn’t going to be a long vacation, just four days, but it was still a welcome break from routine, and as they set out for a hike on the morning of their first full day, leaving behind their campsite on a flat area partway up the side of a shallow valley, there was a spring in Dee’s step and a smile on his face. The weather was fine, warm without being too hot, and even he had to admit the scenery was a feast for the eyes. The view ahead of him was pretty eye-catching too. He smirked to himself as he followed his lover up the ridge; Ryo in tight jeans was always a sight worth seeing.
OoOoOoO
It was sometime after they paused to eat the lunch Ryo had packed, perhaps half an hour after they set off walking again, that they found the cave, cutting deep into a rocky outcrop and partially concealed by brambles and bushes. Ryo, curiosity getting the better of him, wanted to take a look inside, assuring his partner there were unlikely to be bears or mountain lions about. Truth to tell, Dee was more worried about the possibility of snakes than large predators, because snakes were sneaky and way harder to spot, being so well camouflaged, but he kept his thoughts to himself and tagged along anyway. He had his baby’s back, the same as when they were working, just in case there was anything in there they ought to be concerned about.
Turned out, the cave wasn’t home to any wildlife, not that they could see, but it wasn’t vacant either. Tucked far into the back, where it would stay dry even if the weather turned bad, was a bedroll and a backpack, a camping stove, a few pots and pans, a new-looking cooler, and a few carrier bags of supplies: tinned food, boxes of crackers, and bottles of water.
“Looks like someone’s camping here.” Ryo backed out. “We should leave before they come back. They probably came up here to get away from civilisation for a bit, the same as us. It wouldn’t be polite to intrude.”
“You think it’s maybe a hunter?”
Ryo shook his head. “Unlikely; it’s not hunting season. Probably just a hiker.”
“Could be a poacher. Or a homeless guy, maybe some kinda hermit.”
“That’s possible. The nearest town’s only maybe five or six miles from here, and a cosy cave beats sleeping rough on the streets, out in all weathers. Anyway, it’s not our business. Whoever it is, they’re as entitled to be out here as we are.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Leaving the cave behind, Dee followed his lover on up the ridge, putting the hermit, or whoever it was, firmly out of his mind.
Neither man gave any more thought to the mysterious cave dweller until they returned to their camp that evening, just as dusk was settling into the valley, and found that someone had been through their belongings. Not that they’d left much of value in their tent, not even a shaving kit, because who cared about shaving on a camping trip? All that was in the tent were their clothes and toothbrushes, their sleeping bag, food and cooking supplies, and a few other bits and pieces. Nevertheless, someone had definitely been there, even though the only things they were sure had been taken were a six-pack of beer, and the battery powered lamp Ryo had bought to provide some illumination inside the tent when they were… getting ready for bed.
“Who d’ya think it was?” Dee asked. “Whoever’s stayin’ in that cave?”
“Could be. Maybe they were watching, saw up go in, figured we’d been snooping and decided payback was in order.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t steal anything. Hell, we didn’t even touch their stuff!” Dee sounded put out.
“We can go up there again tomorrow and ask,” Ryo suggested. “But the beer can be replaced, and the lamp wasn’t expensive, probably not worth making a fuss over. We’ve only got a couple more days out here anyway, then we have to head home.”
“Okay, you’re right, don’t wanna wreck what’s left of our vacation over beer and a lamp. We still got our flashlights if we need ‘em, and we can maybe pick up another lamp in town when we’re buyin’ more beer, bread and stuff in the mornin’. Right now, guess we’d better get the fire goin’, and see about fixin’ dinner. I’m starvin’ after all the walkin’ we’ve done today.”
“Nothing new there. You’re permanently hungry.”
Dee grinned. “Gotta keep my strength up for later.” He winked at his lover and Ryo chuckled.
“I should’ve known. Come on, if you want to eat anytime soon, you can help gather more firewood, before it gets too dark to see what we’re doing.”
“Whatever ya say, babe.”
Once again, they put whoever was living in the cave out of their minds and got on with the business of enjoying their vacation.
OoOoOoO
The next day, they drove into town bright and early to pick up a few supplies, only to find the central square swarming with men carrying rifles and shotguns, including a handful of State Troopers, and a couple of guys wrangling a pair of bloodhounds. Parking in the lot beside the grocery store, Dee and Ryo wandered over to see what was going on. They made a beeline for the town’s Sheriff, who seemed to be in charge of proceedings, and Dee asked what was going on.
“Nothin’ for you to worry about, son, just goin’ out after a guy who ripped off the Savings an’ Loan a couple towns over. Witnesses gave a description of the thief matches a guy was seen buyin’ campin’ supplies over at the sportin’ goods store last week, so we gonna go find him an’ have a little chat is all, see if he’s our man.”
“Camping supplies,” Ryo said thoughtfully. “A grey groundsheet and a dark blue sleeping bag, camo patterned backpack, and a cooler with the store’s logo on the lid?”
The Sheriff turned with a puzzled expression on his face. “Yeah! Now how’d you boys know all that?”
“We’re camping a few miles out of town,” Ryo explained. “Went hiking yesterday and came across a cave partway up a ridge maybe five or six miles east of here. Someone was obviously living there, didn’t see who it was, but all that and some other stuff was piled up in the back. We didn’t touch it, could’ve just been another camper or a hiker looking for somewhere sheltered from the weather, only…”
Dee took over. “When we got back to our camp, someone had gone through our stuff, taken a couple things. Nothin’ worth much, we weren’t even gonna bother reportin’ it. Only got a couple more days of our vacation left, and we didn’t wanna spend ‘em fillin’ in stolen property reports.” Dee shrugged. “We’re cops back in New York.”
The sheriff perked up. “That a fact?”
Ryo and Dee showed their badges.
“Well now, that’s a stroke of luck, and no mistake. ‘Bout the first bit of luck we’ve had in this whole sorry mess. Guy we’re after, he put two good people in the hospital, and one in the morgue. Thinks he’s Jesse James or somethin’, the way he was wavin’ his gun around on the security tapes. There’s no shortage of caves hereabouts though, mountains hereabouts are riddled with ‘em. Plenty of places a guy like that could hole up, and searchin’ ‘em all would take a fair bit of time, probably long enough he’d be able to give us the slip. You boys think you could guide us to the one he’s usin’?”
Ryo nodded, ruefully kissing goodbye to the rest of their blissful vacation. Still, it was only right that the various branches of law enforcement should cooperate with each other whenever they were in a position to do so, and knowing there was a possible murderer out there wouldn’t make for a relaxing vacation anyway, especially if he knew where their camp was. It was in their own best interests to help.
“We can do that.”
“Appreciate it.” The Sheriff called his deputy over and sent him to fetch a couple more bulletproof vests. “Radios too, if we got ‘em to spare.” He turned back to Dee and Ryo.
“Okay, boys, I’m hereby deputisin’ the both of ya. You armed?”
“I am,” Dee admitted.
Ryo frowned at his lover. “You said you were leaving your gun at home this time!”
“I know. Thought about it, but I changed my mind. Gotta have some protection against snakes, don’t I?”
The Sheriff looked at Ryo. “I take it you don’t have yours with ya?”
“Didn’t think I’d need it on a four-day camping trip,” Ryo replied. “The whole point was to get away from anything work-related.”
“Guess that’s not workin’ out so well for ya, sorry ‘bout that. Not to worry though. When my deputy gets back, I’ll have him set ya up with a weapon.”
“Give him a rifle if you’ve got a spare,” Dee cut in. “He’s one of the best police snipers in the state.”
“Sniper, huh? In that case, you can just take my old girl. I’ll make do with my sidearm.” The Sheriff slipped the strap of his rifle off his shoulder and passed the gun to Ryo. “She pulls a little to the left, but she’s never jammed up on me in near thirty years.”
“Thank you.” Ryo ran knowing hands over the gun, checking it over. “I’ll take good care of her. She’s a beauty.”
“She is that. Name’s Hammond, by the way. Bill Hammond.”
“Randy Maclean,” Ryo introduced himself, slinging the rifle’s strap over his shoulder and shaking the Sheriff’s hand. “My partner, Dee Laytner.”
Dee shook hands too.
“Good to meet ya both. Guess this is pretty different from what you boys are used to in the Big Apple.”
“Less than ya might think,” Dee said, his grin wry. “You just got trees and mountains instead of skyscrapers.”
The deputy came jogging up then, with a pair of walkie talkies, and a couple of bulletproof vests borrowed from the troopers. “Not the best,” he said, handing over the radios, “but they’re all that’s left. Should be fine for short range though.”
“Charlie, this here’s Detectives Maclean and Laytner, outta New York. They may just know where our fugitive’s holed up, assumin’ he hasn’t moved elsewhere since yesterday, so they’ll be joinin’ the hunt.” Hammond grinned at Dee and Ryo. “My deputy, Charlie Duggan. He may look kinda wet behind the ears, but don’t you boys let that fool ya. He’s sharp as a tack, a damned good shot, and not too shabby as a tracker neither. Right, I’ll leave ya to get yourselves geared up; we’ll be movin’ out in five.” Bill Hammond strode away to talk to the State Troopers and fill them in on the change of plans.
Ryo and Dee shrugged into their borrowed vests and adjusted them for a reasonably comfortable fit, then checked their weapons. A few minutes later, the party set out, Ryo taking the lead with Sheriff Hammond and Sergeant Howell of the Troopers, Dee and Deputy Duggan walking just behind them with the dog handlers, although Dee made sure to keep Duggan between himself and the bloodhounds, not being a huge fan of dogs. The rest of the Troopers and a handful of locals followed behind, moving as quietly as a crowd of some thirty or so men could manage.
“I just hope our finding this guy’s hideout yesterday won’t have spooked him,” Ryo said, keeping his voice low. “We didn’t see anyone, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t nearby watching us.”
Hammond shrugged. “Don’t matter so much. Even if he’s moved on, there’s a good chance the hounds’ll be able to track him from the cave to wherever he’s hidin’. Just havin’ a place to start’s gonna narrow our search area right down, save us a lot of time and legwork. Good of you boys to help.”
“We’re happy to,” Dee said. It might not strictly be true, he would have preferred not to get caught up in a manhunt while he and Ryo were supposed to be kicking back and relaxing, but under the circumstances, refusing to provide assistance was out of the question.
“Sooner we find this guy, the happier I’ll be. ‘Course, there’s a chance he might not be the one we want, just some innocent fella on a campin’ trip, but I got a feelin’ he’s our man. Folk who served him said he was actin’ a might shifty, and Betty at the sportin’ goods store said she thought she caught sight of a pistol tucked into the back of his pants. Now, that don’t mean nothin’ for sure. Some folks come up here, they like to take potshots at empty bottles or cans, and we get trouble with poachers now and again, but taken altogether, it looks kinda suspicious.”
Ryo nodded agreement. “I imagine we’ll find out soon enough. Even if he’s not the guy you’re after, sounds like he could be up to something.”
“Either way, gotta check him out,” Dee agreed.
“Ain’t that the truth?”
TBC in Part 2
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Date: 2025-08-01 07:57 pm (UTC)Glad you like it. Second half is now posted.
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