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stay with her. Thanks for all your help."
"Don't pay any attention to him," Lance explained. "He hasn't taken his medication. The attack will pass."
"I can help you, Aidan," Carol said, stopping him. "I know which case you're working on."
"That doesn't surprise me. You're always on our heels in search of news. What makes you think I need your help?"
"You've come here to see James White, if I'm not mistaken," Carol said, smiling at the look of disbelief on Aidan's face. "Judging by your face, that's surprised you. I can tell you he's not here. He's gone. And if you behave yourself, I'll let you know what I know. But first I need a coffee."
Showing a perfect understanding of his partner's emotional state, Lance intervened cleverly, stopping Aidan from firing another bullet at Carol, and guiding them towards a bar just round the corner. He couldn't see any reason to doubt that Carol had information about James White. He didn't think having a coffee with her would be a waste of time. Besides, it was late and he wasn't going to lift a finger before the morning anyway.
Lance decided to let Aidan cool off. He monopolized the conversation until they got to the bar, limiting the chat to whether Carol had a boyfriend or not. She simply let him know that it was hard to find a man who was worth the effort. Aidan said nothing all the way, like a seven-foot zombie. Lance had no idea what he was thinking about and there was nothing in the world that irked him as much as that. For the most part, Aidan was like an open book to him, but on those rare occasions when he couldn't figure out what he was thinking, it made him really nervous.
They sat at a table in the corner.
"I asked for a beer," Aidan complained when he discovered that a coffee had come instead.
"The waiter made a mistake," Lance explained.
The truth was that Aidan had spent almost a year dipped in alcohol after leaving the hospital. He had been on the verge of losing his job and everything else he had. Those days were a thing of the past, he claimed, and he could have a social drink now without any problem. But when Lance could, he made sure he didn't drink anything stronger than coffee or herbal tea. When he was drunk he was impossible to control. Once it had taken Lance an hour to get him home from half a block away, and dragging a drunken man mountain that far had nearly killed him.
"How's the hunt for news going?" he asked, steering the conversation away from booze. Aidan pushed the coffee away with a look of disgust. Lance didn't know if that was because of the coffee or his question. "I bet men are dying to get interviewed by you. You're the cutest reporter around."
"Don't overdo it, Lance," Carol said, hiding her pleasure at the comment. "One thing's for certain, there's certainly a lot of work around at the moment. Tomorrow I've got to cover for a workmate and interview Dylan Blair."
"No kidding," Lance said, wide-eyed. "I like that bloke."
She sounded surprised.
"You're not serious, are you? I thought you were a good judge of character. How can you like a clown like him?"
"It sounds like you don't understand him. He's got everything and does what he wants. Most of us would do the same if we could."
"Maybe, he's got everything that you say, but why does he have to look the way he does."
"Dylan Blair is a total dickhead," Aidan advised them, before changing the subject. "How did you know we were looking for James White?"
"That wasn't too hard to guess," she said mysteriously. "I've found out that Black and White are identical except for the colour of their eyes and skin too."
"But you're not on about them being twins too, are you?" Lance asked incredulously.
He'd only seen the accident photos of White that had been shown on television. And they lacked detail. As far as he could make out, the only thing the two men had in common was their height.
"How do you know they're identical?" Aidan asked.
"Just coincidence. A year ago I covered the death of a
"Don't pay any attention to him," Lance explained. "He hasn't taken his medication. The attack will pass."
"I can help you, Aidan," Carol said, stopping him. "I know which case you're working on."
"That doesn't surprise me. You're always on our heels in search of news. What makes you think I need your help?"
"You've come here to see James White, if I'm not mistaken," Carol said, smiling at the look of disbelief on Aidan's face. "Judging by your face, that's surprised you. I can tell you he's not here. He's gone. And if you behave yourself, I'll let you know what I know. But first I need a coffee."
Showing a perfect understanding of his partner's emotional state, Lance intervened cleverly, stopping Aidan from firing another bullet at Carol, and guiding them towards a bar just round the corner. He couldn't see any reason to doubt that Carol had information about James White. He didn't think having a coffee with her would be a waste of time. Besides, it was late and he wasn't going to lift a finger before the morning anyway.
Lance decided to let Aidan cool off. He monopolized the conversation until they got to the bar, limiting the chat to whether Carol had a boyfriend or not. She simply let him know that it was hard to find a man who was worth the effort. Aidan said nothing all the way, like a seven-foot zombie. Lance had no idea what he was thinking about and there was nothing in the world that irked him as much as that. For the most part, Aidan was like an open book to him, but on those rare occasions when he couldn't figure out what he was thinking, it made him really nervous.
They sat at a table in the corner.
"I asked for a beer," Aidan complained when he discovered that a coffee had come instead.
"The waiter made a mistake," Lance explained.
The truth was that Aidan had spent almost a year dipped in alcohol after leaving the hospital. He had been on the verge of losing his job and everything else he had. Those days were a thing of the past, he claimed, and he could have a social drink now without any problem. But when Lance could, he made sure he didn't drink anything stronger than coffee or herbal tea. When he was drunk he was impossible to control. Once it had taken Lance an hour to get him home from half a block away, and dragging a drunken man mountain that far had nearly killed him.
"How's the hunt for news going?" he asked, steering the conversation away from booze. Aidan pushed the coffee away with a look of disgust. Lance didn't know if that was because of the coffee or his question. "I bet men are dying to get interviewed by you. You're the cutest reporter around."
"Don't overdo it, Lance," Carol said, hiding her pleasure at the comment. "One thing's for certain, there's certainly a lot of work around at the moment. Tomorrow I've got to cover for a workmate and interview Dylan Blair."
"No kidding," Lance said, wide-eyed. "I like that bloke."
She sounded surprised.
"You're not serious, are you? I thought you were a good judge of character. How can you like a clown like him?"
"It sounds like you don't understand him. He's got everything and does what he wants. Most of us would do the same if we could."
"Maybe, he's got everything that you say, but why does he have to look the way he does."
"Dylan Blair is a total dickhead," Aidan advised them, before changing the subject. "How did you know we were looking for James White?"
"That wasn't too hard to guess," she said mysteriously. "I've found out that Black and White are identical except for the colour of their eyes and skin too."
"But you're not on about them being twins too, are you?" Lance asked incredulously.
He'd only seen the accident photos of White that had been shown on television. And they lacked detail. As far as he could make out, the only thing the two men had in common was their height.
"How do you know they're identical?" Aidan asked.
"Just coincidence. A year ago I covered the death of a
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