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2024-02-07 18:48:38The following day, as Carlos settled into his office, the troubling encounter with the two mysterious men still lingering in his mind. Unable to shake off the unease, he decided to confide in his friends.
"You won't believe what happened yesterday, guys," Carlos began, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "After work, I decided to go in search of Olivia, as I couldn't get my mind off her." Trevon, leaning forward, curiosity evident in his eyes, questioned, "Olivia? The lady that left your apartment without saying goodbye?" Carlos nodded, continuing with a recount of the events that unfolded at the club. "Yeah, her. I just couldn't shake off the feeling that I needed to find her. So, I went back to the club where we met." Toby, intrigued, chimed in with a smirk, "Dude, you're starting to sound like one of those romantic movies." Carlos, with a wry smile, retorted, "Trust me, this is far from romantic." He shifted to a more serious tone. "Anyway, I went back to the club, asking around if anyone knew her. No one had a clue who she was." Trevon, absorbed in the unfolding narrative, remarked, "She's like a ghost, man." Carlos nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Just when I was about to give up, these two unknown guys approached me at the bar." Toby, skeptical, inquired, "What did they want?" Carlos sighed, recalling the unsettling encounter. "I have no idea. One of them asked if I was looking for Olivia and warned me to stop. He said that if I don't, I won't get a second warning." Trevon, leaning back in his chair, commented with concern, "That's intense, man. What did you do?" Carlos admitted, "I was freaked out, to be honest. But now, I can't shake off this feeling that Olivia might be in danger. So, I've decided to hire a private investigator. Someone who can look into Olivia's background, find out who those men were, and maybe trace her steps. I can't do this alone." Toby, raising an eyebrow, questioned, "Private investigator? Seriously?" Carlos affirmed, "Yes, seriously. Something's not right, and I need to get to the bottom of it." Trevon, then cautiously, advised, "Alright, Carlos, but be careful. We're with you, but this sounds like trouble." Carlos appreciated his friends' concern, saying, "I understand, guys. I just can't let this go. Olivia might be in trouble, and I need to find her." Toby, with a smirk, added a touch of humor, "Well, if you're going down this rabbit hole, we're going with you." Then, with a serious expression continued, "Why not use the firm's private investigator? They're discreet and efficient." Carlos, hesitating, explained, "I want an external investigator for now. I need to know what's going on before involving the firm. If there's something fishy, I don't want to bring it to their attention just yet." Trevon, supportive of Carlos's decision, added, "Fair enough. Let's find you a reliable private investigator. We'll help you with the search." The trio spent the next hour exploring the internet in search of private investigators. After some deliberation, they found a group of private investigators online. Carlos, driven by determination, booked a meeting with one of their experienced investigators. As they waited for the scheduled meeting, Toby broke the silence, "Carlos, this is like a plot from a mystery novel. I hope you know what you're getting into." Carlos, his gaze unwavering, replied, "I can't turn my back on someone who might be in trouble. I need to find Olivia and make sure she's safe." Trevon, clapping Carlos on the back, assured him, "We're with you, man. Let's see what this private investigator can uncover. Just be careful, alright?" And after a few hours, the private investigator showed up at the firm, where Carlos and his friends eagerly welcomed him. Together, they discreetly entered Carlos's office, and in no time Trevon drew down the cotton blinds to shield their presence and conversation from the prying eyes of other firm members. Seated in Carlos's office, Carlos extended a hand, introducing himself once again. "I'm Carlos. We spoke on the phone. Welcome to Elite Attorneys Partnership. Please, have a seat," Carlos offered, gesturing towards the set of couches in his office. "Thank you," the investigator replied, taking a seat on the couch. Ready to delve into the matter at hand, he prompted, "Let's get down to business. Do you have a picture of who you're looking for?" Carlos, lacking a visual representation, confessed, "I don't have one. The only thing I know about her is her name – Olivia. Every other detail about her, I'm clueless. I'm in the dark." Surprised by the minimal information, the investigator inquired further, "What's the relationship between you and this Olivia lady?" Carlos, grappling to articulate their connection, hesitated before Trevon jumped in to provide a straightforward answer, "She's a girl he had a one-night stand with three days ago after meeting her at the club during a work celebration. We think she might be in trouble." Nodding in acknowledgment, the investigator sought more details, "Is there anything else we can use to identify this Olivia lady, other than her name?" Quickly responding, Carlos provided a description, "Yes, she's blond, petit, and has blue eyes." Acknowledging the challenge of finding someone with such scant details, the investigator probed further, "What's the name of the club you met her? We'll have to station our agent there to see if anyone with a similar description comes by." Before the investigator could finish his sentence, Carlos interjected, "Noir Nebula. It's in Bayside in Queens." The investigator, nodding in acknowledgment, took notes of the information Carlos provided. "Alright, blond, petit, blue eyes, and the club's name is Noir Nebula in Bayside, Queens. I'll dispatch an agent to gather more details. In the meantime, did she mention anything specific during your encounter that could help us?" Carlos, trying to recall any relevant detail, responded, "Not really, we didn't have much conversation. It was a spontaneous encounter." Trevon, interjecting, added, "But we're concerned because she left abruptly, and the way things are looking she might be in danger." The investigator, noting the urgency, assured them, "I'll do my best to gather information discreetly. If there's anything else you remember or if you get any updates, let me know."
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The following night...Carlos sat silently at the edge of the stage, his guitar resting against his knee, watching as the last of the small crowd dispersed into the fading twilight. Andrew and Peter were packing up their instruments, exchanging a few light-hearted jokes, but Carlos wasn’t in the mood for banter. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about last night, about Miguel and everything he had said. He was torn between disbelief and a gnawing curiosity that had kept him awake most of the night.“Hey, you good?” Andrew’s voice cut through his thoughts. He was standing beside Carlos, his keyboard case slung over his shoulder. “You’ve been quiet since we finished playing.”Carlos nodded, though his thoughts were still muddled. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, avoiding Andrew’s concerned gaze. “Just thinking.”Andrew raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but didn’t push. “Well, let us know if you need anything, man. We’re here for you.”“Thanks,” Carlos replied, his t
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The following evening.....Carlos’s fingers slid over the smooth strings of his guitar, his eyes shut as he strummed the chords with practiced ease. The rhythmic notes echoed through the park, melding into the cool evening air. Andrew sat beside him, his fingers dancing on the keyboard, while Peter tapped his drumsticks lightly against the cajón, filling the space with a steady beat. A small crowd had gathered around their makeshift stage, captivated by the music, swaying gently to the melody. It was a simple life, playing for strangers who’d toss spare change into their tip jar, but it was theirs. For a few hours each day, they were free. Free from the burden of life’s harsh realities, free from the pain and memories that haunted them all.As Carlos played, his gaze drifted across the crowd, briefly landing on a familiar figure. Miguel. The man from the night before. He stood just at the edge of the gathering, his broad frame silhouetted by the streetlights, arms crossed over his ch
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Several years later.The subway platform was as familiar to Carlos as his own skin by now, the dim, flickering lights overhead casting long, uneven shadows across the grimy floor. The night was biting cold, seeping through the thin layers of his old jacket, but he had long stopped minding it. After all, the chill had become a constant companion. Andrew and Peter were already setting up when he rolled up in his wheelchair, the squeaky wheels echoing slightly in the nearly empty tunnel. A few people hurried past, heads down, not sparing a second glance at the trio who were about to fill the subway with their melodies. Andrew adjusted his guitar strap, his fingers hovering over the strings, testing out a few chords. He glanced at Carlos, his face creased with the weariness of life. “Ready for another night, my man?” Andrew asked, his voice gruff but kind.Carlos offered a tight lipped smile. “I’ve got nothing better to do,” he replied, positioning himself beside them. His voice, though
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Nearly an hour later...Olivia’s fingers gripped the steering wheel as she turned into the driveway of their family home. The soft hum of the car’s engine quieted, leaving only the excited voices of her two children, Alex and Alexa, who were both animatedly chatting about their time at the beauty shop. Alexa had chosen a two sided pony, and Alex was still giddy about his hair trim. “Mama, look! Do you think Daddy will like my ponys? And nails?” Alexa asked, holding her tiny hands up to admire the glittery pink polish as the sunlight glinted off them. Her wide eyes sparkled with joy, and Olivia forced a smile onto her face.“Yes, sweetheart, Daddy will love them. I’m sure he’ll be so proud,” Olivia replied, her voice betraying none of the turmoil churning inside her. She parked the car, the engine’s quiet purr cutting off abruptly, leaving the driveway still and eerily silent.Alex unbuckled his seatbelt with the speed of a child who couldn’t wait to share exciting news. “I can’t wait