These tattered ones are more appropriate for what he has in mind anyway, he doesn’t bother to wear his boots, choosing to go barefoot instead. He gl...ances in the looking glass, once he is satisfied with his appearance he leaves the inn. Walking down to the docks, he makes sure to walk with a slower gate, slouching a little, trying to look unkempt and improper, well at least to the eyes of high society. He takes his time going from ship to ship, talking with anyone willing to talk with him. Not. Then the insurance adjuster’s take. The insurance files were often more professionally written, more detailed. More laser-focused. These private investigators weren’t buried in dozens of breaking cases, weren’t being watchdogged by a civic bureaucracy.Well, time to quit philosophizing, time to turn pages. Donkey work, but sometimes... I started with the Crestwood home. Next door to Mayor Tom Lynch. I’d driven to Crestwood the day before and walked the neighborhood. The Robinsons — Janice and. "Velma raised a brow. "Dizzy spell?" Yes. After I went to Mrs. Leroy's room I walked out and I felt so sick. I mean I got really dizzy and nauseous and had to go throw up in the bathroom. It was such an awful feeling."Velma eyed Amy. "Hmm you wouldn't happen to be pregnant would you?" What?" Amy asked startled.Velma shrugged. "I don't know I was just asking. I mean could you be pregnant?"Amy had been too busy working and trying to figure out what was wrong with her relationship that she never. He knocked again. ‘Caden Kristoff, if you don’t open this door right now, I’m gonna-‘ The door swung open. C.K. stood in the door frame, her little brown nose reddish and her cheeks shiny from old tears. ‘Your gonna what?’ she asked. ‘Break down the door? The wood on that door alone probably cost more than the rent for my condo.’ She walked passed him and took a seat on the bed. Collin followed, sitting next to her. ‘What happened?’ he asked. His arm snaked around her shoulder, pulling her.