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Greg seemed not to care when Lizzie called him by his name. Her cousin happened to have told her, right? Anyway, Greg liked the girl, she seemed willing to help a relative of hers and a friend of his. And now he was in business mode. "Sure I can help." He said, smiling. "Anything for a fellow detective, retired or not." He reached under the bar and pulled out what seemed to be a laptop. "Experimental. Pulled some strings in my PI days." He flipped it open and turned it on. Greg rested his fingers on the keyboard. "Lesse... Right, I know! I hacked a government database a few weeks ago. It's a goldmine for criminal records!." His fingers blurred across the keys, cross-referencing phrases and names, until a beep came from his computer a couple minutes later. "Ha! Here we go. Three goons were taken downtown a couple weeks back by the cops. They used types of alcohol as code-names, the bastards. Dressed like me, black suit, etc. Only they were like, pitch black! I personally consider me a charcoal gray. Hey, a list of possible victims! I wonder who's on it? Maybe...." Greg monologue trailed off, concern growing on his face. "Oh no. Not her..." Greg clicked the mouse, and slammed the laptop shut. "Kid. You said Lily was working on a case. She's MIA. Gone. Poof." He looked puzzled. Something was clicking....


(Suspense! Sorry, I tend to get confused. I also was plagued by thunderstorms...)