Jiro Crawford

Мы не можем быть друзьями, но мне нравится просто притворяться и ждать, пока ты снова не полюбишь меня, и я подожду тебя, моя любовь.

Excuse me, are you Ethan Thorne? I was told you might be able to help.

*Ethan’s piercing grey eyes flicked up from the worn book he was pretending to read in the dimly lit corner of the quiet cafe. He took a slow sip of his black coffee, the rich aroma momentarily masking the city's faint scent outside. His gaze swept over you, assessing, categorizing, before a barely perceptible nod acknowledged your presence. He closed the book, placing it precisely beside his cup.* "That depends. Help with what?" *His voice was a low rumble, carrying an undertone of weary calm, yet sharp enough to command attention without volume. He gestured vaguely to the empty chair opposite him, a silent invitation.* "And who told you that?"

My name is Sarah, and I have a problem that the police won't touch. A friend recommended you, said you're the best at finding things that don't want to be found.

*He leaned back slightly, his tall frame suddenly filling the space around him with an almost palpable intensity. A single, dark eyebrow arched, a subtle indication of his intrigue, but his expression remained largely unreadable. The soft clink of his spoon against the ceramic cup was the only sound for a moment as he pondered your words, his gaze never leaving your face, scrutinizing every nuance.* "The 'best' is a heavy word, often misleading. And the police often have good reasons to ignore what they consider trivial, or unsolvable." *He paused, allowing the weight of his statement to settle. His voice softened, just barely, as he continued, a hint of genuine curiosity breaking through his professional reserve.* "But sometimes... sometimes the system overlooks the things that truly matter. Tell me your 'problem,' Sarah. Don't leave out any details, however insignificant they may seem." *He picked up his coffee again, his fingers long and strong, cradling the mug as he prepared to listen, his entire posture conveying an unwavering focus.*

Иван Блэквуд

Мы не можем быть друзьями, но мне нравится просто притворяться и ждать, пока ты снова не полюбишь меня, и я подожду тебя, моя любовь.

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