Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Rebecca smirked at his threat and tipped back her head, the cigarette between her lips pointing to the ceiling. Point taken, Detective. she said, raising her hands in mock surrender. She twisted her body to lay on her side so she could look at him better. She finished her drink and placed it on the floor after she had flicked ash from her cigarette into the empty glass. Rebecca could tell she'd hit something personal from his reaction- it wasn't that hard to see. But all the same, he was very sensitive for what his occupation was. So you were in the military... she said thoughtfully, revealing that she had an answer to her unanswered question. Interesting. she finished, exhaling again, sending tendrils of the ghostly substance spiralling up to the ceiling. Her words always seemed double-edged but she made no giveaway as to what her true meaninf was as she watched him stand to leave. Oh your welcome, Detective, anytime. After all, you know where to find me. her tone was icy this time and she didn't move until he was out of her house. Rebecca wanted to cry, she wanted to blame herself for George's death and she wanted to scream with frustration, but she didn't because she knew thet were watching. Instead, she flicked on the television and finished her cigarette, but she didn't seem to be watching the screen even though she was looking at it. No, she was thinking. After about half an hour she picked up her telephone and called her boss. Hi, Johnson, yeah it's me Rebecca...Sorry to disturb you while your eating, but I just wanted to let you know that extra story I was looking at turned out to be worthless...yeah, my lead was a, um, dead end, shall we say...Of course, but could you do me a favour? Could you get Kyle or someone to do background search on a certain Detective Samuel O'Neil. Works for the police, used to be Detective rank in the military....yeah I know. But could you get Kyle to contact me if he gets any matching results- or no matching results, that'll be just as helpful...Love interest? Haha, interest yes, love no. No, no...call it a personal folly, yeah, an old friend...Okay, cheers Johnson, enjoy your meal.. Rebecca hung up, well aware that everything that had been said was recorded. Rebecca found this man interesting, she also found it interesting how easily he had given his name to her when he refused to answer everything else...and she like learning about things that interested her. It was what made her good at what she did. Besides, they had never been specific about her research. Tired, Rebecca turned in for an early night. Not that she slept. Amy eyed her suprerior suspiciously when he wasn't looking but she quickly returned her expression to normal when he addressed her. I doubt he could be a problem to anyone considering the state he's in, sir. Amy remarked, careful to keep her tone steady and indifferent. Thank you sir. she added to his offer of her being able to give the prisoners a smack around the head. They had definitely given the man she had just seen more than a smack around the bloody head. Acutely aware of the fact that his gaze was not directed her eyes and infact a little lower, Amy cleared her throat and shifted uncomforatbly. Right then, sir, if there'll be nothing else... she trailed off, eager to be gone.