NIGHT MOVES

THE CLIENT

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"Yoollo, this is Bloomington & Family Priuhvate Eye suhvices. Investigatuh Rayven Bloomington, how may I facilitate? Please hold."

"Cuhvuh!"

"Yeah?"

"Is dad's line engaged?"

"I dunno."

"Well, check his line! I've got bait on the hook here!"

"Alright, alright! Keep youh panties on, Ray-Ray."

"It's Rayven! Now do as I 'quested!"

"Whatevuh, why do ya have to b*tch at me every second?"

Carver grumbled under his breath as he hit a few buttons on his line as he made eye contact. I raised my mid digit and flipped him off.

Ughhh! I can't tolerate my half brother. I failed to aprehend the reason dad added Carver to the biz. As he was a terrible receptionist and no one could decipher his short hand.

"Yoo, dad. Yeah, Rayven's got a fish on huh line, 'questing you personally. I'll have huh patch ya through."

The second Carver placed the phone in it's cradle, I placed my phone to my ear.

"Yoollo? Apologies fuh the intermission, mistuh Bloomington is available. I'll patch ya through, good day, madam."

I pressed a button and placed the phone on it's stand. I spun my wheeled chair, keyed for a muckracking with Carver. However I was adopted by the closed eyes of his. I through my hands, as It was only two hours past noontide. Yet their he lay tilted back in his chair, and loafers resting on the desk. I sighed in distaste for he had the simplest job, yet there he was sleeping or feigning to. It didn't matter as he was good as cigarettes in my sight. For he and his scheming seductress of a mother are vampires. Of course I haven't spent Christmas around Carver or his finger and thumb. However I'm acquainted with their types. You see, I've delusions of the day a civilian requests my name. You can bet your gigabooty, Carver will screw it up for me with his loafer-itis. In need of a stretchgasm, I headed for the kitchenette. On my way I shoved C's dogs off the desk, tipping the chair forward. His heavy form slipped and ended tits up on the linoleum. He yelped and looked up at me with an accusatory eye. I smirked in satisfaction and continued on my merry way. I grabbed a beaker, and popped a K-cup in the Keurig. As I waited for it fill up, I popped my neck and rolled my shoulders back. As popping a squat most of the day does a number on the spine and joints. Once the last drip had fallen I married sugar and cream into the coffee before taking a sip.

"Mmmm, just what I needed!"

I drew my hands around the mug, seeking to warm my rigid digits. I deeply inhaled the rich vanilla flavor fancying it to rejuvenate my mind. I boomeranged to my desk, yet as I passed Carver, my cup was rudely stolen from my grasp.

"Oiii!"

Catching him gulping down my coffee, I clapped him over the head. Sending him sputtering, as it undoubtedly slid down the wrong pipeline. I grinned in sweet satisfaction until his coughing and sputtering summoned our old man. I booked a u-turn and pursed my lips in concern as I patted his back.

"What the devil is goin' on?"

"I think his coffee took a short cut. The pouh deauh."

I jutted my lower lip in mock concern while Carver awarded me a murderous scowl.

"Well ain't he stuffy, his duhling sistuh was there to assist him. Now come alon', I have an assignment fuh you both."

"Coolio." I bounced to my barefoot feet.