#callidusxdetectus

"Which list?"It feels impertinent to ask as he's only barely looking over his shoulder to her, honest curiosity flashing for a moment. Whatever went on in those notebooks, and honestly, who kept notebooks on hand like that anymore, Erik had no idea of. Although, if he had his way, one of these days he'd simply snatch one off her by their small spirals and find out once and for all. 

              ❝ oh great. just what we need--                    more people doing my job. ❞                    frustrated? that could very well be                    the case. the detective sure didn't                    have any problem showing his                    disapproval to anyone.

It'd been ten months since Mr Gold had taken in the young woman. He'd cared for her, slowly growing to trust her, and eventually treating her almost like his own child (his only one, after his son had passed away ten years ago). He'd trained her in his ways, in how to con and scam her way up in the world. But now he knew who she really was. Leaning in, he whispered the young woman's ear. "I never loved you."

Ian Adler had sent his phone number to Annamarie multiple times. It was almost embarrassing, actually. He'd sent his phone number, his email address, just about everything he had, only to get no responses. It wasn't in his interest, though. Oh, no. He had something she wanted - information. Of course, he had no idea what exactly she wanted, but Ian was determined to keep it a secret. At least until she went out with him at least once.

The detective let out an indignant huff and rolled his eyes. “I would love to, but I am afraid I can not. You see, I am on a case and whether you wish my company or not, I have questions and those questions need answers.”

he sat up straighter, ready to stand at a moment's notice. he was becoming worried about annamarie. this includes her odd disappearances.