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[alan_shore]

There are days when you succeed in convincing yourself that everything will work out, and then there are the days that succeed in convincing you everything will work out, perhaps even for the best

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[brad_chase]

This is a rescue mission. *Brad checks his zeal* I mean, this is just a little P.I. work, that's all. Promise.

[alan_shore]

This is a sixteen-year-old girl availing herself of your Mannix complex. Did it not occur to you to ask what she was doing in Maine all by herself?

[brad_chase]

How do you know she's by herself?

[alan_shore]

Why else would she resort to appealing to you for assistance?

[brad_chase]

As opposed to asking you? You'd have to ask her.

[alan_shore]

Consider the story she's just told you. The love of her life (emphasis eliminated) has had his face mauled off by a bear. She somehow knows this and yet is unable to narrow his location to any specific hospital.

I'd imagine she didn't ask me because it's highly unlikely I'd ever believe that.

[brad_chase]

OK. Fine. When I find this Tucker in a hospital, I'll be sure you're the second to know.

[alan_shore]

It's a gross overstatement of my investment in the matter to say I could not possibly care less where Tucker is hospitalized. Kara is in Maine. You couldn't have attempted to talk her out of this?

[brad_chase]

You doubted her story. The existence of said Tucker would prove otherwise. *Brad steps closer, dead serious* How do you think I'm responding to this interrogation?

[alan_shore]

Typically.

[brad_chase]

*Keeping his eyes on Alan's damn smug face, Brad pulls out his cell, presses a button and waits*

Kevin. I need a favor. *He turns away, walks to his office and closes the door*