hurtful wrote:
Riley bit the inside of her cheeks. The buzz was wearing off, and she suddenly felt a bit queasy.
"I'll do the talking, okay?", She said as she joined Rick in his car. "I know you like the whole bad-cop worse-cop bit, but with Miles, well, you know the history..." She tried to say without sounding too sappy.
They made an interesting team, balancing out Rick's temper wasn't an easy thing to do. But he could be charming, when he chose to be. Riley was hoping he could put his distaste for the Richmond family aside and try and charm Lauren Richmond into an interview. It was worth a shot, women of her kind, they tended to speak more than they should. Riley on the other hand, well, she depended on less conventional methods.
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Holden raised an eyebrow. A journalist. In wood's creek. It shocked him, then again, his father was rich. Rich people mattered, especially if they're brutally murdered. He was well aware that he should have thrown her out, anything he divulged to her could be used against him in a court, if it ever came to that. But Holden was too intrigued, or maybe too bored. He should indulge for once.
"I presume you're not here to write about Woods Creek's spectacular nightlife, are you?", Holden said, with his head slightly tilted.
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Kevin rubbed his hands on his jeans, so as to clean them.
"Oh, I found them under-- never mind", He grabbed a joint from his back pocket and smiled, didn't even remember bringing one. His shift had ended, but Kevin never had a place to go. He usually stuck around, talked to the regulars. Drank.
"It's been dead all morning, but I reckon it'll be crowded tonight", he said and put the joint between his lips. "I'll stick around, just in case. You want some by the way?", He asked, with one hand on the back door.