City of IF

[Seraphi]

You

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?

[plausible_follicile]

Maybe

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger.

[Seraphi]

And

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right.

[plausible_follicile]

Let's

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David.

[Seraphi]

Instead

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened.

[Crunchyfrog]

Besides

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?

[plausible_follicile]

Of-course

[Key]

That's two words... :nono: ;)

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source.

[plausible_follicile]

And

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died.

[Seraphi]

Well

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start.

[plausible_follicile]

What

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?

[Seraphi]

Carl

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder.

[Seraphi]

With

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.

[Seraphi]

What

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.

"What is this?" asked David.

[Key]

Looking for a word, any word...

[Seraphi]

He

(Sorry, Key, I was giving someone else a chance to pick a word seeing as I'm mostly overlording this here topic XD)

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.

"What is this?" asked David.

"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.

[Seraphi]

David

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.

"What is this?" asked David.

"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.

David opened the folder.

[plausible_follicile]

With

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.

"What is this?" asked David.

"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.

David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.

[Seraphi]

The

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.

"What is this?" asked David.

"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.

David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.

*

The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain.

[Seraphi]

He

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many night "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.

"What is this?" asked David.

"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.

David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.

*

The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin.

[plausible_follicile]

Norton

[Key]

Vengeful Moon

Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.

"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."

David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.

Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.

*

"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.

David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.

"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."

"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"

"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."

David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.

"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."

"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.

"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"

"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"

"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."

"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"

"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."

"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"

Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.

"What is this?" asked David.

"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.

David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.

*

The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something.

[Seraphi]

However