Sunday, January 14, 2024

Mr. Doe

    Priscilla felt her phone vibrate, pulling it from her pocket she saw it was a text.  She let out a frustrated sigh, it was a text from him.  Requesting a meeting.

    "Fucking hell I don't have time for this."

    As she was holding her phone a new text came through.  It was from her boss.  'Hey, you've been working so hard lately, please take the day off.  Paid.'

    "Son of a bitch."

    Her day now cleared up she had no choice and as usual he provided no details as to where but that didn't matter.  She looked outside and saw the snow on her window sill.  She grabbed her coat and headed out the door looking down to make sure she didn't slip on ice.  When she looked back up she was in a bar on a beach somewhere and the patrons were staring at her confused.  She looked back behind her at the door which was now the door to a women's restroom.

    "Very funny." she muttered to herself, suddenly very aware of how hot it was now.

    "There's my favorite detective!"

    Priscilla turned back towards the seating area.  There in the middle was a gray haired bearded man.  A bottle of whiskey on the table, glass in hand and an annoyingly charming smile.  He didn't always look like this, but it was the form he usually took for meetings.

    Priscilla made her way over to the table and threw her coat over an open seat.  "You knew I was dressing warm and picked a hot ass beach for our meeting on purpose.  Where the hell are we?"

    The man laughed.  "We are in beautiful Nassau!  Please have a drink with me!" 

    Priscilla shook her head as she said down.  "You know I don't drink."

    "A year ago you didn't track down rogue gods but here you are."

    "Cut to the chase Mr. Doe."

    The mans smile widened, then he finished his whiskey. When the glass was lowered the smile was gone.

    "Careful with this one Ms. Johnson.  He's dangerous."

    "They're all dangerous."

    "Aye so if I'm warning you please listen, this one will not hesitate to kill you if he learns you are working for me."

    Priscilla looked into his eyes and something she saw in them made her uncomfortable.  "Noted."

    As per usual I will provide you with information you may need to help track the rogue down on a need to know basis.  As well as any other --tools-- you may need."

    Priscilla stood up and grabbed her coat.  " Any idea where I should start?"

    Mr. Doe poured another glass of whiskey and then slid the glass towards her.

    "Drink, Ms. Johnson."

    "I told you I don't--"


    While there was an obvious sternness to his voice there was still a great level of calm.  Priscilla thought for a moment.  Mr. Doe could make her drink it if he wanted... truly make her and not even lift a finger.  But he didn't and she knew it.  Begrudgingly she grabbed the glass and gulped it down.  She winced, closing her eyes tightly in response to the taste and the burn.  When she opened them they were sitting at a table in a completely other place. 

    "Where are we now?"  she asked.

    "A hotel in Ireland.  This is the last place I could track him before he successfully hid himself from me."

    "That's all you have?" 

    "Ms. Johnson I hire you to track those I can't.  If I had more he'd have been captured by now."

    Priscilla stood up and began to take a look around the room, looking for clues or anything that could be useful to her investigation.     

    "This place looks spotless, you let the hotel crew clean up?"

    "I took a look around before.  I searched for any remnants of power a god would leave behind and found none.  I saw no reason they should not."

    Priscilla frowned and let out a frustrated sigh. "Mr. Doe as you said yourself you hire me to track those you cannot.  You may not have found anything of importance here but that doesn't mean there was none.  Now an important clue may be in a pile of trash bags."  Mr. Doe looked at her for a moment before making a subtle nod in agreement.

    Priscilla put on her coat and made her way to the door.

    "Where are you going?" Mr. Doe asked.

    "To the lobby to enquire about this rooms last guest.  Hopefully I can get something of use."

    She grabbed the handle and pulled the door open and then clear of its hinges.  She made a guttural moan of annoyance.  Clearly one those 'tools' Mr. Doe supplied her was superior strength.

    "You could have warned me."

    Mr. Doe's smile grew wide.  "What would have been the fun in that?" 

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