The Fourth Sin, Lobby, Sunday Evening (Open)

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Miho sat behind the desk with her feet up, flipping through a magazine she'd stolen from Goldie and trying to figure out what the appeal of this "Johnny Depp" person was. She supposed he was all right-looking...maybe if he were a pirate?

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Parker came in around five o'clock, looking for Jarod. He still hadn't called, and that was just not like him. "Good evening, Miho." She narrowed her eyes at the ninja, remembering yesterday's Detention and several water balloons thrown at her. "Is Jarod here?"

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Miho shrugged. She didn't know where Jarod was, but if he didn't fix the DVD player in the downstairs bathroom soon, there would be hell to pay.

She turned the page of her magazine and stared at a suspiciously familiar-looking person. Clive Owen, the caption said he was.

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Parker grimaced, tapping her fingers on the reception desk, and remembering the first time they'd had a conversation like this.

Easier to get forgiveness than permission. She turned on her heel, and headed toward the stairs, toward Jarod's apartment.

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Miho glared after Parker, hoping to somehow import the information that Parker owed for the outfit.

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Parker wasn't looking at her, so missed that information. At this point.

When she reached Jarod's door, she stopped in surprise.

Parker -- A large padded envelope, taped to his door, labeled with her name. She grabbed it and stormed down to the lobby.

"Where. Is. He?" She took a deep breath, then glared at Miho. "You didn't notice he was gone? What the hell?"

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Miho shrugged again. And then spoke. "//I'm not his mother.//"

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Cursing under her breath, Parker said, "//Thank God for small favors,//" a little louder, then ripped into the envelope.

CAR ACCIDENT KILLS MOTHER, INJURES SON. DRIVER ARRESTED

"...the hell?" Clippings dangled out of a small red notebook, neatly and precisely laid out on each page.

FATHER DEVASTATED--DOCTORS SAY NO MORE TO BE DONE

Frowning, Parker paged through, finding a few small follow-up articles, but no note. No explanations. No phone numbers or address. Blinking, she looked in the envelope again, and found nothing.

"Is this supposed to mean something to me?"

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Miho stared at the photo of this Clive Owen person some more. He was so...colorful.

"//I heard that.//"

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"//You were meant to.//" Parker stuffed the notebook back in the envelope, then looked over her shoulder at the magazine. "Oo. Hottie."

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"//You are advised to sleep with one eye open.//"

Miho tilted her head at the picture of colorful Dwight. He was attractive, she supposed, if you were into that sort of thing. She wondered if this one had had extensive plastic surgery like her Dwight.

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"//I always do.//" Parker sighed. "//If you see Jarod before I talk to him--//" She paused. "//Never mind. Thank you for letting me visit his room.//"

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"//Yes, I'll tell him you came around fretting.// Don't forget your costume," she added in English for the benefit of any local shrubbery.

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Parker shot her a dirty look over her shoulder, and hoped like hell that the Radio guys were hanging out in Caritas on Sunday.

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