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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 5:31 pm
Sam walked into the station and sat down, flinging his hat on his desk. He rested his forehead on his knuckles, trying to calm himself down. He didn't care of anyone else was in the room. He was so close, so close. If that gun hadn't fired off he would have had Jake. He figured he would watch the Rosebud for the next week, whether he was on duty or not. He figured that Jake was there because it was routine, or just for some other reason. Either way, Sam was going to find out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:40 pm
Carlos sat in the station, going through papers and smoking a cigar. He looked up as Sam entered.
"You look like you came close to busting a bar then failed miserably....What happened Sam?" he asked with a chuckle. All he knew was that Sam had some sort of stick shoved up his a**....
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:21 pm
Sam looked up at Carlos. "Your guess is basically what happened. I ran into an old friend." He started, leaning back into his chair.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 3:51 pm
Carlos sat up, his eyes widening.
"You ran into Jacob? You could have easily caught him Sam! The head of the spades! What happened?" Carlos was enthralled now, the entire story interested him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 4:30 pm
Sam sighed, he knew he shouldn't have said anything. "I know I could have easily caught him! That's what irks me..." He shifted in his seat, leaning his elbows on the desk. "He ran into me, he ran, I chased him. Then, someone helped him out... Someone fired a gun at a nearby trash can. It distracted me. I turned around and Jacob was gone." He clenched his teeth at his disappointment of his failure.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 3:55 pm
Carlos shook his head, "You tried man....Any idea where the sound came from? I could go investigate..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 6:10 pm
"Not exactly, but I knew it wasn't from the ground..." Sam drowned out, trying to bring everything back into his memory. "You don't have to investigate, not unless you really want to."
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 4:08 pm
Carlos shrugged, "I just figured that if we found the bullets we could pinpoint the gun and go from there. If it was a handgun we'd be n the same boat now, but if it was a Tommy? I could easily pull up a list of suspects that may help us with this one...."
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 4:37 pm
Sam thought this through. If the caught the shooter, there was a high chance that he could be in the rum running business. "Good point. Well, let's find those bullets." With that, Sam pulled his hat back on and stood up.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 9:56 am
Carlos stood up and grabbed his effects, "Lead the way Sammy!" he said with a grin.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:11 am
Sam made a face when Carlos called him Sammy, but didn't say anything as he walked out the door.
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