Cupid Audition
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Let's get this show on the road. Then Dad beamed up at me. We all piled into his car and drove to a family diner not too far from the house. According to Dad, Jimmy's, the name of the diner had the best biscuits and gravy in town. It was a small building that resembled a sixties diner with neon lighting outlining the walls and dark green vinyl seats. There weren't many people in the place, just a old woman with silver hair sitting at the bar staring absent mindedly into her coffee cup, two middle aged men and jeans and faded green jackets hunched over their food near the front of the room and a few scattered servers cleaning up the booths. A woman who looked to be in her mid thirties with black hair piled into a messy, not and bright brown eyes walked toward us carrying a coffee pot. She wore jeans, a Jimmy's T shirt and an apron around her slim waist. She was beautiful, the name tag pinned to her shirt. Red sapphire, is it just for today? She smiled at my dad. He didn't speak, just not at his head. Follow me, please. She turned on her heel and walked us toe a booth near the back. Thank you interest and said once we receded and had our menu was handed to us. Tristan and I were on one side, and my dad and Katrina were on the other. Once we were situated in our seats, Sapphire asked if we would like anything besides coffee. As she began to pour a cup for Dad. After the rest of us asked for water, she nodded and turned to go, I'll be right back to take your order. Then she walked away with my dad's eyes, following her every move. Interesting. So how's the case going? Dad? I probed, trying to get my dad out of his days state. This was the first time I'd seen him like this. It's going but more not getting anywhere close to catching whoever is doing this, he sighed, heavily, pulling his gaze down toward the menu and away from sapphires retreating back. What is this case? Trist, and asked, playing with the sugar packets in the middle of the table. We're working on that case that's been brought up in the papers. I sat a little straighter in my seat, and I leaned a little closer to him, hoping to catch something about it. It seemed like no one other than those involved with the website knew that the person doing this was Cupid. Find anything interesting, I casually questioned. We thought we had a lead us to where this guy is taking the girls. But it ended up just being a hideaway for the homeless. We hope there would be someone squatting in the building, but I believe the increase in police car scared them away, he shrugged. It's also on private property owned by some international proprietor who can't reach. So serving a warrant to actually go into the building to search for any clues has been impossible. How were you able to see if it was a hideaway for the homeless if it was on private land? I questioned My dad is a by the book kind of guy. Even if this case was high profile, he'd do it by the book. One of the young bucks at the station thought he would just go and search in there without the necessary paperwork. I guess he forgot that when he did that, any evidence he could have found would be deemed as illegally obtained and invoked the exclusionary rule, which could be dismissible in court. Captain really reamed him for that one, Dad explained, taking a sip of coffee from his mug. You can't do that. Probable cause thing they do on TV, Tristan asked, leaning forward on the table, resting on his forearms. Dad chuckled at Tristan's remark. This isn't the movies, kid. Unless we actually see anything that would constitute a crime or hear yelling. There's nothing we can do, especially since that younger caught messed up and didn't go by the book. But if you ask me, I think someone is tampering with the information we get in about it. Why do you think that Mr E. Katrina piped in? Just then Sapphire came back with our waters and asked if we were ready to order. Dad and I got the biscuits and gravy. Tristen got a short stack with scrambled eggs, and Katrina got a plate of French toast After Sapphire left, I asked. Katrina is question again. I think that because it seems like the information we get on the case dwindles whenever we revisited on the database, I had to start keeping a journal just to keep fax in order. He leaned back to look at the checkered ceiling. I don't know. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. This is Kansas, not California or New York. Who and why would anyone want to tamper with the stuff here?