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Post by Cat Crawfield on Mar 5, 2010 23:14:48 GMT -5
Cat walked inside the building, her coat covering her torso, and her legs being the only thing exposed in the cold air. Once she got inside, she slipped the jacket off and hung it up in the break room. The very next thing she did, not noticing a folder with her name on it, was go to the coffee machine. "God, I wish I didn't run out at home..." she muttered to herself as she filled a cup and stirred creamer into it. She loved the Irish Creme flavor.
It was after she sat down on the couch that Cat looked up at the folder and blinked. "The hell? Why didn't I see that before?" She set the coffee down and pushed herself up again, smoothing out her suit skirt. She walked over and unpinned it, leaving the office not much later, to go investigate. Anyone else that was working with her would most likely meet her there.
Cat drove to the destination, Comfort Inn and parked. She got out of the car and walked to the elevator, reaching the top floor in no time at all. She looked around for the suite that the victims were currently in and finally walked in. What she saw made her stop and stare. She didn't see if anyone else was with her. "Wow, they must have screwed each other over a bit far." She couldn't help it. This wasn't an every day case. "Well, better get started."
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