Trouble Is My Business Page #3

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together, okay?

Fine, why don't we do that?

Good.

(clattering)

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

What are you gonna do

to me know, Mr. Drake?

Unfortunately I'm

gonna go to plan B.

I'm gonna offer you a seat

and a chance to listen.

(dramatic music)

Well it seems you have

more than just a professional

interest in missing persons

cases, don't you detective?

(dramatic music)

I don't get it.

Someone wants you

to think something.

But, that somebody thought

they had an airtight frame,

they would've sent these

things to the cops,

not to you in the morning.

I'm disarmed.

I guess now I have to

take your word for it.

Look you've got the

wrong idea about me.

Oh do I?

Good.

Because I would

really like to know

what do you think

is going on here?

I want to find out what

happened to Katherine.

I just don't want to get

involved in it with you.

You don't get involved

in this with me now,

and I make sure all of these

photos go to the police.

And, given your current

reputation, oh yeah.

All right fine.

We're in business together.

I normally make $35 a day.

We'll have to talk about that.

Yeah, well we're need

to talk about the jewelry.

What jewelry?

Come on, dumb's the one

thing that does't look good

on you.

We both know that the

jewelry had something to do

with this case.

What do you know

about the diamond?

The gem was one of the

things that came up last night.

It's so valuable how come

everyone in the world

isn't looking for it?

My father brought

it back secretly,

so only those of us in

the family even know

we need to be looking for it.

It could be very dangerous

for those that do know.

Well I'm being very

selective, Mr. Drake.

I always get picked

for the good stuff.

(smacking)

(tense music)

(grunting)

(bashing)

Selective?

Who's this?

I've never seen him

before in my life!

(smacking)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

Who are you?

(gargling blood)

What do you want?

Who are you?

(choking)

(gun firing)

He was gonna, I

thought he might stab.

Oh my God, is he dead?

Yes, thanks to you.

Now that gun shot's not

gonna go unnoticed for long.

Are you sure you

don't recognize him?

I don't know him.

Well he seems to know you,

and somebody slit his throat

and didn't finish the job.

A dying assassin?

Maybe he found me

because of Katherine.

(door rattling)

Hey Drake, you

all right in there?

We heard something.

- We're fine.

- We're fine.

(tense music)

There's nothing in his

pocket except a matchbook

from the Wiltmore Hotel.

This mean anything to you?

No, I wish it did.

Jennifer, this is murder.

Oh if we're gonna have

to talk about murder,

then maybe we're gonna

have to tell the police

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