[ He's always getting mixed up in something. Even when he doesn't want to be. Maybe especially when he doesn't want to be - but that's just his lot in life, isn't it? Part of the problem of being a PI. You get pulled into other peoples' problems. You get to see the ugly side - cheating husbands, stolen money. Sometimes he does bodyguard work, too, but he prefers the more normal, mundane stuff. Sure, someone finding out their spouse is cheating is heartbreaking, but it also usually ends with lawyers. Not murder.
He's seen too much of that.
Still seems like his luck to keep getting involved in it, though. He can't say why. This time around, things are getting more complex. Murder. Jealousy. Someone asking him to look out for someone else - and that 'someone else' is the woman in the apartment with him. This is supposed to be a case where he keeps an eye on her, but he has a feeling that he's getting too close for it to really be that anymore. Something he should've looked out for and avoided, but the heart's a strange beast and John can't really deny it. Another one of his failings.
It's late now, the rush of the city outside still going on and on and on, the buzz of cars, the muted chatter of a city at night. Yellow streetlamps throwing shadows as he perches on the fire escape and peers out into the darkness, the glow of a cigarette lighting up his face as he thinks. Can't sleep. Can't think. There's something about this that he can't put his finger on. Why do they - whoever "they" is - care so much about Haru? Did she witness something? Does she know something? Or is it all just some sort of irrational urge, some sicko out to get his jollies off? Hard to say right now. Not enough information and he's not sure he can go to the police, even he has friends there.
He takes another drag on his cigarette and glances over his shoulder at the sound of movenet. Is she awake, too? It's the wee hours of the morning. No one should be awake.
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He's seen too much of that.
Still seems like his luck to keep getting involved in it, though. He can't say why. This time around, things are getting more complex. Murder. Jealousy. Someone asking him to look out for someone else - and that 'someone else' is the woman in the apartment with him. This is supposed to be a case where he keeps an eye on her, but he has a feeling that he's getting too close for it to really be that anymore. Something he should've looked out for and avoided, but the heart's a strange beast and John can't really deny it. Another one of his failings.
It's late now, the rush of the city outside still going on and on and on, the buzz of cars, the muted chatter of a city at night. Yellow streetlamps throwing shadows as he perches on the fire escape and peers out into the darkness, the glow of a cigarette lighting up his face as he thinks. Can't sleep. Can't think. There's something about this that he can't put his finger on. Why do they - whoever "they" is - care so much about Haru? Did she witness something? Does she know something? Or is it all just some sort of irrational urge, some sicko out to get his jollies off? Hard to say right now. Not enough information and he's not sure he can go to the police, even he has friends there.
He takes another drag on his cigarette and glances over his shoulder at the sound of movenet. Is she awake, too? It's the wee hours of the morning. No one should be awake.
But here he is. ]