another night at whatever bar was open, another evening spent taking pictures of unfaithful husbands with their trophy girlfriends. it wasn't exactly how corie was hoping to spend her friday night, but her father had forbade her from going anywhere near the missy davis case. last week he'd caught her attempting to get police files and ever since, he's been on her about conflict of interest ... and how she needed to act her age, for ONCE. it was annoying, mainly because she was not doing what she’d been raised to do. sleuthing and sticking her nose into things was practically a personality trait of the blonde, one that had been learned from her private investigator father. as she continued to snap pictures of whatever loser her dad had allowed her to work the case of, she noticed someone looking over her shoulder at the screen ... turning her head back, she whipped her blonde hair around to see who the onlooker was. sighing out ... of all the people it could have been, she wasn’t expecting THEM. ‘ what are you doing here ? and why are you suddenly my shadow ? ’