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Where Angels Fear To Tread (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

"Here's hoping.." He repeated, turning up the police radio just a bit to have some noise through the drive. Cliff wondered how Elaine was doing and if she missed him, wondered what dress he'd be pulling off of her after her set tonight.
 
He let his mind wander a bit, reminiscing about the last hook up they had; it was a bit impromptu, he didn't want to wait to get her home and she didn't seem to really mind where he had her. He remembered vividly how he had her against her vanity, his tie in her mouth to gag her as he railed her. Made his spine tingle all over again.
 
He took a long drag from a cigarette he didn't even remember sparking, and let himself indulge.
 
Her muffled whines rang fresh in his mind, her fave twisting in delight with each hard thrust he gave her. He couldn't wait for tonight.
 
Dean looked around before pulling into the parking beside the large building, giving a sigh before he and Cliff left the car and headed inside.
 
"Scuse me," Dean approached the secretary up front, "is there a big boss we can speak to? We have some questions regarding a case we're working." He flashed his badge and the girl became uncomfortable before picking up her phone and ringing it.
"Sir, there are detectives here to speak with you." She said, eyes glued on Dean before giving a nod and hanging up, "Me Ruth is on the top floor, straight down from the elevator."
"Thank you kindly, ma'am." Dean tipped his hat before heading to the elevator.
 
"I just want this to be an accident so we can go home..." Dean muttered when the elevator doors closed.
 
He nodded, "Yeah...that's why we do it, son...for the peace.." He muttered, the doors opening and they walked down the hall to the branch manager's office.
 
Dean knocked on the door gently.
"Mr Ruth?"
"Detectives, come in!" Dean pushed the door open and stepped in, shaking Mr Ruth's hand, "I'm Stephen Ruth, how can I help you?" He shook Cliff's hand out of courtesy.
"We're investigating the mysterious death of your employee, Mark Sims." Dean said. Stephen paused, something unreadable flashing in his eyes for a moment.
"Oh, my God..." He muttered, "Mark? Really?"
"Yes, he was found this morning in the... sewer drain..."
"Oh, God..."
 
"Thank you, um..." He sat down, looking confused and distraught, "what questions do you have?"
"Just if Mr Sims had any enemies or if anyone in the company wasn't fond of him." Dean said. Stephen shook his head.
"No, no, everyone loved Mark. He was so kind. Kept to himself mostly but never bothered anyone on purpose."
"And where were you this morning, sir?"
"I was here, I start my day at 6." Stephen answered. Dean glanced at Cliff, silently telling him to get some confirmation.
"What did Mr Sims do here?"
"Oh, Mark was our lead advisor, helped us with projects." Stephen answered.
 
Cliff jotted down some notes, then excused himself to 'go have a smoke', which he did, after asking for confirmation.
 
He made a noise. "I don't want to press.. if you think of anything, give either me or my partner a call, please." He said, handing her a card.
 
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