Let us not be coy, Mr Grey. We both know why you have come here and what this "fee" is for.
You are looking for enlightenment regarding your friend's, shall we say, location.
Okay sister, I'll lay my cards on the table.
Slater is a cop, a hard-nose and an all around pain in the butt,
but he's been square with me.
Never went after my license even when maybe he could have.
I've always been able to count on him to be a real detective
and not some knee-jerk thug with a badge.
He's been investigating some of your associates',
lets call them—more questionable activities.
Now, he's missing.
Some say he's at the bottom of the river.
Others think he was in on the whole thing
and took off to somewhere with a boatload of money.
I say he was no dirty cop.
I've paid you; what do you say?
Yes, you have paid me—a rather substantial amount.
It was everything I had.
And you believe that I can tell you where your friend is--
that I would tell you.
You have a reputation for being honest--
as honest as it gets in your profession anyway.
I will tell you this; this detective was not "dealt with" by any of my colleagues--
nor was he in league with them.
Have you considered other possibilities? He was a man with an interest in--
mysterious subjects, was he not?
Yeah, he was into that spooky, other world stuff, if that's what you mean.
Never could understand that—why that interested him at all, a guy like him.
But as you say, he's my friend. I mean to find him--
find out what's going on.
He would do the same for you?
Yes, he would. So, what is it you're implying sister?
You telling me everything you've got to tell?
Ahh, Mr Grey--
there are things—that even the Tong do not know.
You are looking for enlightenment regarding your friend's, shall we say, location.
Okay sister, I'll lay my cards on the table.
Slater is a cop, a hard-nose and an all around pain in the butt,
but he's been square with me.
Never went after my license even when maybe he could have.
I've always been able to count on him to be a real detective
and not some knee-jerk thug with a badge.
He's been investigating some of your associates',
lets call them—more questionable activities.
Now, he's missing.
Some say he's at the bottom of the river.
Others think he was in on the whole thing
and took off to somewhere with a boatload of money.
I say he was no dirty cop.
I've paid you; what do you say?
Yes, you have paid me—a rather substantial amount.
It was everything I had.
And you believe that I can tell you where your friend is--
that I would tell you.
You have a reputation for being honest--
as honest as it gets in your profession anyway.
I will tell you this; this detective was not "dealt with" by any of my colleagues--
nor was he in league with them.
Have you considered other possibilities? He was a man with an interest in--
mysterious subjects, was he not?
Yeah, he was into that spooky, other world stuff, if that's what you mean.
Never could understand that—why that interested him at all, a guy like him.
But as you say, he's my friend. I mean to find him--
find out what's going on.
He would do the same for you?
Yes, he would. So, what is it you're implying sister?
You telling me everything you've got to tell?
Ahh, Mr Grey--
there are things—that even the Tong do not know.
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In Shadow Scott Griessel
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