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The woman scares me. I have to admit that. Though I'm still not entirely sure if that's what has my heart thundering in my chest again. She turned back. I may have to look beyond the exterior to see her beauty but I still think it's there. She's like a geode; the exterior looks pretty plain but crack it open and there's this jagged, hidden crystalline centre. Though it's entirely possible that I'm seeing something that isn't there. I could be projecting what I hope she is upon her, rather than seeing what is actually there.

I honestly have no idea how to respond to a woman that's asking me if I'm going to spank her. I knew she had balls but wow. She's fearless. Fearless and beautiful and perceptive. This woman is lethal. Not just to me but to the human race. I really can't imagine that she'd be happy living the way she does now. Not that I know exactly how she's living now. I have to take my cues from her appearance and the fact that she's meeting someone here. I can't imagine falling so far, so fast. Perhaps she only has my sympathy because I wouldn't want to be in her shoes, but whatever the reason is, she has it. Since I don't know how to respond, I let my lips curl in a soft smile. That's all the reaction she'll get from me regarding spanking her. That and the continuing, almost out of control, thumping of my heartbeat, which thankfully she couldn't hear.

As she begins to walk away from me, flipping me off again I chuckle to myself and adjust my posture. I pocket my keys and place my palms behind me, flattening them on the hood of the car. I look more relaxed now. Maybe because she's put a bit of distance between us. I know it's helped to calm my racing heart. The only problem I have now if how to get her to stay and talk a little longer. I have to keep her around a while longer if I'm to figure out what it is that caused our paths cross.

"I already told you that I work for myself Adelita."

Yes, I'm dropping the charade. It seems a little pointless keeping up the pretence when she knows I'm lying. I've never been caught at my job before now, so I really have to consider that there must be a reason for this. Perhaps I was meant to meet this woman. I have no idea what the reason for that could be though, but I have to believe it, else I've screwed up and I don't screw up. I'm usually much more diligent in my work.

"My name is Elighan by the way, not Dick. Though the name you chose to bestow upon me is more apt than you know."

I'm not going to tell her I'm a private investigator. I'm going to see what she makes of what I've already said. She might be able to work it out for herself - if she doesn't try to kill me first. I wouldn't put it past the woman. Feisty might not be a strong enough word to describe this passionate and bolshy vixen.

She laughs and stops walking away when he says her name. Finally, they were getting somewhere. When he talks about the name being apt, she only nods in agreement. "I'm sure." Lita couldn't agree more with the sentiment they both shared with the nickname she gave him.

"So you're just a natural pervert then?"" Lita mused aloud as she crossed her arms at her chest, her stance becoming slightly protected, even if her face wore visible amusement on it. "I wonder what the policia would say about that. Should we find out, Dic-I mean, Elighan?" To her, he was still a dick and would be Dick until the Spanish woman grew bored with the nickname.

Her arms were dropped at her sides to rest at them loosely as Lita sized the male up again. He appeared to be relaxed, but his body was saying something else. Maybe if she kept probing at the male, he might go in to cardiac arrest? "Everyone has a price, just name yours and it's done. We can go on with our night. So, how about you tell your boss, who pays you for being your mastery of your own destiny that you didn't see anything and I am truly a good girl?" She tipped her head to the side, dark eyes on him. If he rejected the idea, Lita wasn't against taking further action. She couldn't afford for some pervert to ruin all the hard work she laid down.

My heart takes off at a gallop when she says my name. My name from her lips, lethal. Honestly. I should have put my foot on the gas pedal and sped out of here the moment I had the opportunity to do so. This woman is a siren and I know it. I should have put as much distance between us as possible. I should have raced to my office, written up my report and called it a night. I should have never accepted this job. There are a lot of 'I should haves' and I hate 'what ifs'. There has to be a reason I'm still here besides the fact that I'm bad at my job as I refuse to believe that. This woman is perceptive, intuitive. It's not that I'm awful at what I do, it's that she's wily and astute. I defy any man on the planet not to admire this woman for more than just her looks. Perhaps that's why I'm talking to her. Not only am I positive that she could help me grow my other business, but I think that she could help me improve my skills. She could tell me what I did wrong. How she spotted me. Why I didn't just look like a guy throwing the remains of his incredibly non-nutritious dinner in the bin.

"If I told my client that you were being a good girl Adelita, I would have to alert him to the fact that I had found you. I would have to confirm that his source was correct and that you were here exactly when they said you would be. But if you are happy for me to pass along that kind of information I'd be happy to oblige."

It was best to ignore the pervert comment. I'm getting a feel for this woman already and I'm sure she likes to fight, verbally that is. She has a mouth on her and while I'm sure there are men that find that endearing I find myself wishing that she put her wit to better use. Her low-brow insults really don't show her at her best. I rub at the back of my neck with my right hand as my eyes travel over her once more and I can't seem to stop myself from shaking my head. I really dislike her dress. Not the style, but the material, the colour. She looks cheap and from the photos I've seen of her from before her fall from grace she's used to better. She deserves better.

I really need to stop projecting onto this woman.

For the first time tonight, it seemed her little stalker friend was finally using the right head. The one on his shoulder as he confessed that confirming she was being good meant that she was here. And that meant she wasn't being good. Not in the slightest. Anyone would put two and two together and come to the same conclusion, as he very well pointed out.

"Then what are you going to do, Elighan?" She asked plainly because this game of cat and mouse was starting to grate on her. Was he going to tell on her, or wasn't he? If he wasn't, then why was he still here? An even better question, why was she still here? And still talking to him? But if he was, then this was where she needed to be. "Are you going to run and sing like a canary, to who I suspect is Javier, or did you have something bigger in mind? Something better, maybe?" A smile falls on her perfectly red painted lips as the look on her face softens even more. Damsels in distress. Some men fell for that and she wasn't above trying any tactic to get what she wanted. It seemed cold, calculating ***** didn't really intimidate him or wasn't swaying his mind, so maybe this would. "It wasn't like I was doing anything illegal behind those closed doors, Elighan." Lita purred softly as her shoulders rolled into a shrug. "And it wasn't as if I wasn't doing anything that half the city wasn't doing, either." She concluded before moving on to something that might gain his interest.

"Is it money you're after? Did you know the RCMP was looking for information on a drug ring right here in the city? Only a couple blocks down. I hear they pay a pretty penny for very good information." Javier was becoming more of a pest then anything and him out of the picture would be beneficial to Lita on so many fronts. The woman wasn't against selling out people that meant nothing to her anymore. Not when it was scum like Javier. "So, do you want a pay cheque that will only get you a few more sweaters, or do you want one that could change your life?"

"Honestly Adelita, I'm not sure what the right thing to do is in this case. I get paid either way. I don't work on commission. I have billable hours. My time is money. And right now my client is paying me to have this little conversation. The issue is what's ethical. If word gets out that my results are questionable then... well, reputations are difficult to build and even harder to repair. I'm sure you know a little something of that yourself. So, if I'm going to lie for you, I need to have a very good reason."

I've explained the way I think. I consider telling her I'm not a snitch but I'm not sure if that isn't the definition of a private investigator, as we uncover what people would rather keep hidden. In this case, they want Adelita and I'm not sure I want to hand her over whether she can give me a good excuse or not. From what I've got in my file, the woman needs stability. Friends she can count on. It's funny how a person can be surrounded by friends when they've got a little cash to throw around and then friendless when the cash stops flowing. You're supposed to find out who your real friends are when that happens and so far as I can tell, she doesn't have many, if any. I really hope I'm wrong, for her sake.

"So... whether or not I lie. That's up to you. Give me a reason."

Most guys might use this opportunity to try and sleep with a woman but not me. I don't want sexual favours from her. Certainly not after she's just emerged from a sleazy motel room. Not that I would if she hadn't. I'm not that kind of guy. I am, however, curious as to what she might offer. I'd like to be able to pick her brain. I'm just not entirely sure how to go about suggesting that. If I ask for her number she'll just get the wrong idea. Not that, again, I don't already have multiple contact numbers for her. I have entirely too much information on this woman. If I lie for her, I'm going to have to do something about that too. I need to help her cover her tracks better.

She was amused and it showed in her features as Elighan mode or less demanded a reason to keep what he had seen a secret. Extortion in its finest form. Give me something, and I'll do or not do this. Lita had heard this a few times in her padre's home. She heard a lot of things he didn't think she heard behind closed doors-or semi closed doors. The first thing that came to mind was the idea 'I won't kill you,' having heard that from her father's lips one too many times. But, if she killed him, whoever hired him would be looking for the information they wanted, not find the guy, and that would open up a big can of worms. People would be looking for him. On each side of the law. No, she couldn't very well say that to him, even if Lita believed slhe could kill the gringo.

So, what could she give him? He didn't seem the slightest bit interested in any of her sexual advances, which made Lita wonder if he was gay. To each his own, but if he was, well, offering anything sexually wasn't going to get her far. She didn't have a lot of money, so he wasn't going to get anything off her. Or at least not anything off her that the other person wouldn't pay more for. So, what could she offer someone like Elighan?

"How about lessons on how not to blow your cover?" Adelita said with a slight attempt of humor, even if she was being serious as well. Her lips twitched in amusement before they flattened and stared at the male. "You are a man driven by money, by the bottom dollar, so let me help you make some. I am good at quite a few things, believe it or not." Lita crossed her arms before she took a step back, ready for him to say no. And if he did, she wasn't going to waste any more of her time with him because she had nothing else to offer than the possibility of a lucrative future-he just had to be interested in his future and not the present time and day. Most people though didn't look past the tip of their nose and found it difficult to wait.

I don't generally need help not to blow my cover and taking that offer would severely dent my pride but if that's the best she has to offer I'll take it. Even I can see the merit in sacrificing a little of my pride, if it will help me further my goals and this woman can help me with those; of that I am almost positive. Thankfully, she offers a better reason. Even if I do find her words a little insulting. Didn't I just prove to her that I'm not all about the money. I do have my morals too. My morals are probably of more worth than my pride too. I may want to immerse myself in the unseemly underbelly of this city but that doesn't mean I have to lose my soul. I just have to be smart. I need to target the right people. I have to use what I've got. Hopefully I'll be able to claim Adelita as an asset in the near future. I'd rather she was ally than an adversary. Though I have this odd feeling that I might just regret this decision in the future. Most likely when she's broken my heart and stolen the contents of my accounts.

I offer her my hand to shake and hope that she doesn't notice the slight tremble as I do. I'm a little nervous of her and touching her, even in such an innocent way, was never an intention of mine.

"We have a deal. You can explain to me what I did wrong tonight and advise me with one of my newer businesses and in return I'll lie for you and help you to cover your tracks better."

There's no way Javier will suspect I'm lying to him and working with Adelita. She and I appear to be chalk and cheese. Of course I'll have to make an effort not to be seen with her public and she can't come anywhere near my office but then I don't see that being a problem. A woman like her wouldn't lower herself to hang around the likes of me any more than she has to. Though even as I think that, I realise I'm standing in the parking lot of a seedy motel in the bad part of town. As far as first meetings go, this is not ideal.

"Do you have a secure way for me to reach you?"

I ask the question as I push off from the hood of the car and walk around to the passenger’s side of the vehicle. I pull the door open and reach into the glove box. I keep my movements slow and relaxed, not wanting her to think that I might be reaching for a gun or something and pull out one of my plain business cards, before closing everything up and moving back to face her.

I offer her the card.

"So you can reach me."

I didn't give her one of my work cards, as I didn't want her to have anything that could be traced back to me. I gave her, instead, one of my cards that displayed a cell number and nothing more. The card was empty of any additional information that would give my identity away; there was no name, logo or address, just the number. The finish of the card of course was still luxurious as even my nefarious business had to be conducted professionally. I had an image to maintain after all.

She didn't say anything while he agreed to her offer, asked if she had a way to contact him privately and then just gave her a card with a telephone number on it, indicating she would have to contact him first. Two thumbs and two index fingers grasped the card, and then moved it backwards and forwards so it arced a little each time she did that. While Lita did that, she noticed her nails and the imperfections in them that would have to be rectified later on tonight once she was done with 'Dick.' He would forever, in her mind, be 'Dick,' even if Lita knew better.

"Can I call this number any time of night?"The Mexican woman winked at him before the card found a place in the palm of her left hand. No matter the answer he gave her, she would call him when she wanted to, if she wanted to. If he expected her to call him, he might be waiting a while.

"There was not one thing particular that you did wrong, Dick." Lita continued onwards with her thoughts. "Your car blends in good, but the fact you couldn't take your eyes off me meant one of two things. You want me, which, you don't, or you were working for someone who wanted me. It is as simple as that." Lita was used to being followed, and briefly thought back to the times Godric and her would tell bold face lies to her father to avoid being followed, or the pair would do something to get the tail off them that her father sent, even if he did trust Godric one hundred percent with her.

"Also, dressed like that in this part of town? No, no, no, no, Dick." Lita laughed and shook her head, dark strands moving with her as she shook her head. "Blend in a little bit better next time. I can help you with that too." Her eyes moved up the length of his body as she undressed him with her eyes. Even if he was gay (which she still fully believed), what she imagined looked very, very good. "If you want to continue this conversation, it will cost you dinner. I'm not standing on the street all night." Her tone of voice seemed to imply something about that statement wasn't agreeable to her mindset, as she walked around his car and opened the passenger door. "Where are we going, Dick?" Lita asked before she slid in the seat, but not after taking his belongings and putting them in the back seat.

I was unaware of the fact that I had my arms crossed against my chest once more, that was until she began to walk around me and approach my car. I reached out as if to stop her but before my fingertips could brush the all too delicate looking flesh on her arm, I found myself pulling back. I had no right to touch this woman, even if she was perhaps about to kick my headlamps in. Having convinced myself that she was going to do something violent to my vehicle, even though we have reached some sort of accord, I find myself gawking at her like an idiot as she talks about dinner and then asks me where we are going.

I blink before walking to the driver’s side of my vehicle. If the skinny female wants to go to dinner I am more than happy to take her. I'm not entirely convinced that she's had a good meal in a while. It's a shame I already ate but then what I ate left a lot to be desired, so I could probably stand to eat something a little, or rather a lot, nicer.

"What would you like to eat?"

I ask her as I slide into my seat and put my key in the engine. She is quite an unusual woman and completely fearless. She doesn't know me at all and yet she's willing to get into my vehicle. I am more than a little tempted to lecture her and tell her that doing so is insane and could get her killed. Not that I myself wish her any harm. Far from it in fact. My instincts are telling me to help and protect her, but if she were to do this with another man, he might not be so noble.

"I should have known better than to leave my car," I admit as I start the engine. "I just didn't want my car to retain the scent of my rather unhealthy snack."

It wasn't really a snack, it was my dinner but I don't tell her that as she may then change her mind about wanting to go for something to eat and I'm determined to make sure she eats right this evening.

"And to answer your earlier question, you can call me day or night. As you might have already guessed, my work doesn't exactly allow me to keep to standard hours."

I don't sound in the least bit bitter about this as I love what I do. I'm pulling out of the parking lot before I know where we are going but I figure it likely doesn't matter and head towards the center of town as we're more likely to be able to find a suitable restaurant there.

"Just drive until something sticks out." Adelita said, not knowing where they should eat. She liked McDonald's, but the woman just had their french fries the other night. Two nights ago, to be exact. She had smelled the stench of food in his car the second she opened the door and got in, and her nose even wrinkled at the smell. Whatever that was, Lita wasn't interested in going there. "Just don't take me towards the direction of wherever you got your dinner from." Her nose squinched together, indicating her distaste for whatever he had eaten earlier in the night.

"I would only call you at night. I like the nightlife." Adelita admitted, knowing what he would think after she said that, but the woman didn't care. He could think whatever he liked about her life, because Adelita didn't care. "Just go left and see where it takes us, hmm?" Adelita pointed to the left with a finger and dropped it once he went in that direction.

"When do we start, Dick?" Lita sat back in the seat and buckled up finally once they hit the main roadway. "With me helping you?" Dark hues turned to look at him and not so much the direction they were going or where they would end up eventually. "Because if it's tonight, my first piece of advice is to eat to never eat that garbage again."