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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 19:15:18 GMT
The gran had made no notes of his encounter, but there was something else interesting about the papers: some of the ledgers had numbers too absurd for a small butchery as his shop; they dealt with quantities well over a hundred thousand credits. They could have been projections of course, but why would they date from the past two standard months?
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Post by Gozer Jinx on Dec 27, 2015 19:31:06 GMT
Gozer suddenly felt much less guilty about stealing the meat. He compared the date of the first visit by the Black Sun thugs with the ledger, suspecting that the money would start flooding in just afterwards. Perhaps Kharrus had indeed submitted to Black Sun law after all...
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 19:37:40 GMT
The money accounted was from even before the meeting with the Thugs, according to Madam Ameen, in that date they would still have been back in Kinyen.
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Post by Gozer Jinx on Dec 27, 2015 19:47:44 GMT
The Bothan made an irritated growl. Unlike other Bothans who were raised in a culture of intrigue and counterintelligence, Gozer had little patience for liars.
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After collecting the evidence and locking the butchery behind him, he decided to find some witnesses. He knocked on the nearest neighbor's door.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 20:01:34 GMT
The next door shop was a little drugstore owned by a human; she sat by the counter organizing the sugar-free candies they sold.
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Post by Gozer Jinx on Dec 27, 2015 20:19:29 GMT
"Hello, Miss. My name is Gozer Jinx and I'm a private investigator currently looking into the disappearance of the gran butcher next door, a Mister Kharrus Ghanarre. I was hoping I might ask you a few simple questions." His voice was soft and friendly. There was no cause to terrify the poor woman.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 20:24:12 GMT
"Good afternoon, Sir!" The woman answered gently. "Of course I can answer you. Would you be interested in some sugar free candy?"
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Post by Gozer Jinx on Dec 27, 2015 20:43:38 GMT
"Certainly!" He paid her for a large portion of candy. "Thank you. Now, do you remember when the Ameen family first arrived in this neighborhood?"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 20:49:16 GMT
"Grans? From the butcher shop? Couple weeks ago, no more than a month. They did a pretty quick job in putting the store up."
The woman spoke in a really sharp tone, to the point it was annoying.
"The first day they opened, I went over there, offered them some of my sugar-free candy. The miss was a lovely person; the husband not so appealing."
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Post by Gozer Jinx on Dec 27, 2015 21:06:27 GMT
"Would you say that they had a lot of customers? Was there anyone you may have recognized?"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 21:13:54 GMT
"Just the usual; I'd say, same number as mine, fifty heads in a good day."
Her robotic smile subisided for a while, maybe only now realising the man had said 'private investigator'.
"Did something happen, Sir?"
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Post by Gozer Jinx on Dec 27, 2015 21:21:55 GMT
He repeated his earlier introduction. "I've been employed by Madame Ameen to locate her recently disappeared husband." Gozer decided not to mention the name 'Black Sun'. It was not unlikely she was also regularly hassled by them, and would immediately end the conversation if she thought she herself might be at risk. "I'm afraid I can't tell you very much at this point. Mister Kharrus Ameen was a very private person, it seems."
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 21:48:08 GMT
[Oops, my bad.]
"It seemed so.." She paused for while, thinking of what to say next. "Maybe you could talk to Kay and Sanso, the Black Sun agents for the street. They are lovely fellows, I make them special sugar free cookies everytime they come around."
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Post by Gozer Jinx on Dec 27, 2015 22:31:15 GMT
"Perhaps. Could you describe them for me?"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 28, 2015 0:06:59 GMT
"Kay is the big Besalisk guy, he's short one hand; he now and then takes my little girl for some ice cream." The shop owner smiled, producing from a drawer a picture of her girl. "Sanso... Well... Sanso is a bit hot headed; like every Dug, am I right? But he's very polite and really enjoys cookies."
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