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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:14:17 GMT -8
Coricopat stepped through the front doors of the Demoniaque. He knew he should be fractionally less testy with the valets, but God in heaven if anything happened to his Packard... He glanced at his watch. Damn, that interaction with Jones had made him late. Now if only he could get up to his office before Macavity realized it. His shoes and cane clicked on the marble floor as he made is way toward the lift. His limp was a bit more pronounced this evening, having left the cane in the car when he went to confront Jones.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:16:24 GMT -8
Martin glanced up when Zimmerman entered the hotel, limping even. He tried not to grin too ferally, putting in a quick call to Macavity, letting him know his wayward ADA was finally there, before calling out, just as said ADA almost reached the lift, "Oh, Zimmerman?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:20:07 GMT -8
Coricopat's shoulders tensed and his lip curled back in a silent snarl. He cleared his expression, forcing a smile, and turned, making his way over to the desk. "Yes, Smith." The tone he used on the other cat's name made it sound like he was addressing pond scum.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:23:30 GMT -8
Martin's smile was as sweet as the cake he had indulged in the other day. "I would assume you already know you are late, but do be aware that such actions tend to lead to... displeasure on certain cats part's."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:24:24 GMT -8
Cori managed a smile. "I'll keep it in mind. I assume in such case that you called him? Since you do so enjoy the fireworks."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:25:57 GMT -8
"Oh of course," Martin said, still smiling sweetly. "You know by now that fireworks are my favorite thing in the world."
"Cor!" a voice yelled from the top of the stairs. "The hell you been hidin'?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:27:16 GMT -8
Coricopat half-turned in that direction, preferring not to turn his back on Smith. "I had an errand to run. Checking some information."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:30:13 GMT -8
"Awful late errand," Mac said, coming to a stop in front of him and crossing his arms. "What sort of information then?" he asked.
"Probably the sort to do with a small black dealer," Martin remarked, head bowed over the numbers he was going through, smiling to himself at the look Mac shot him in slight surprise.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:32:57 GMT -8
Cori's lip curled very slightly at that before responding to Mac's question. "Jones suspects you of being the one who hit his warehouses the other night. I was confirming that."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:37:36 GMT -8
Macavity blinked. "How'd you run by that tidbit?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:39:56 GMT -8
"The dealer identified one of his attackers as working for Jones and apparently Jones himself came by the hospital to gloat this afternoon." Cori replied, still tense thinking about Mistoffelees and Jones in the same thought.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:46:36 GMT -8
Martin shook his head slightly, still bowed over his numbers. "Sleeping with your informant. How terribly unprofessional."
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:47:47 GMT -8
Coricopat's spine went rigid at that and he whirled, his lips curling back in a snarl. "What was that, Smith?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 13, 2011 19:50:39 GMT -8
Mac blinked, blinked again, and actually decided not to respond to that. Hell, he wasn't sure he had ever seen Cor react to anything like that before.
Martin finally looked up, lazy grin in place. "Sleeping with your informant is hardly professional behavior," he repeated.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 13, 2011 19:52:23 GMT -8
"You wouldn't know professional behavior if it bit your ear off, Smith." Cori replied acerbically, trying to get his temper under control.
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