I make it back to the hotel in record time as Fred comes up to me and gives me the adress. Apparently some old items in museums are taken to a factory to look older ... and newer...at the same time. She had had little sleep and was ranting a little. "Thanks. Go get some sleep." I say. "It's almost 4 o clock. I have an hour and a half until sunrise ( Read more... )

I walk down the sidewalk that leads to the hotel empty handed. I had failed Cordy and I couldn't let that go. I had given her a promise. The promise to find her and this electric bitch intercepts me, twice now. Damn unhelpful axis. I walk up the steps into the hotel and Fred slams the phone down and walks over to me ( Read more... )

My goddamn back was all bruised up because of Angel, and I had to return to Mr. Johnson, or that’s what he called himself, He sure as hell didn’t look like a “Mr. Johnson” to me, but I had to give him half of his order. The Hope Diamond, I mean fuck! I would hope (no pun intended) this would pull in a little bit of cash for me, it’s a goddamn ( Read more... )

Remembering my promise to Cordelia I climb down the manhole and hang onto the ladder as a car skids by. Making sure noone followed me I pull the manhole cover in it's place and jump down into the grimy sewage. "Cordy, you better be somewhere at the end of this tunnel." I'm not serious, it's just the tunnels under L.A. have become notoriously ( Read more... )