The Runner (Part 1)

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Bella De Bryn was a competent investigator. She was good at finding people, and finding people she. It was her job. Most of her cases involved tracing beneficiaries cited in wills, or tracking the whereabouts of absentee fathers with support payments in arrears, but sometimes she got a really interesting case. This didn’t look like it was going to be one of those cases.

Bella’s firm was contracted by the sister of a young woman who the police believed to have been a “runner,” as she had left her flat and and most of her possessions behind. “Most of her possessions” is an accurate description if by it you mean that her second hand furniture and mismatched dishes are key possessions. Several day’s change of clothing, toiletries, and her passport were however nowhere to be found. More importantly in the police’s analysis of the situation was the abusive on again off again boyfriend, and a couple of maxed out credit cards she also left behind.

When the file fell on Bela’s desk, she was far from impressed. This would be boring, a bit tedious, and worse of all not a big commission.

De Bryn was a Rhodesian by birth, who came to the UK via South Africa. She was five-foot-three inches tall, matronly, and wore her glasses librarian-style on a chain around her neck. She was not what you might imagine a “private eye” to look like. Here looks and friendly manner however opened doors for her though as she didn’t pose a threat in the minds of her quarries or their associates. Most importantly, however, Bella had bills, and this job wasn’t going to have a great return compared to the time it would take. Always the professional, however, Bella opened the file and began to read.

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Padre

Assignment

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“So did you find her or not?” the tycoon demanded.

“Yes Sir, I have” the investigator replied.

“Where is she then?”

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say.”

“What do you mean?  Isn’t that what I paid you for?”

“Not exactly, Sir.  What you hired me to do – was quote -‘Find her and see if she is all right’.  I can confirm that your wife has been found, and that she is as far as I can surmise not only well but happy.”

“And I’m to take your word for it?  Do you think I got to where I am by just accepting people’s word for things?  Where is the evidence?” the businessman challenged.

“Sir, I do have photographs, but I really think you don’t want to see them.”


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