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disappointment. He hadn’t touched her once, besides her hand. “Me too…” I shook it with a grimace.
    “Well, good night.” Rose walked away without saying goodbye to me. She fled the scene like she couldn’t get away fast enough. All she wanted was to please her friend, and now that she was done she was on her way.
    Florence didn’t seem to notice because of all of her attention was on me. “Come on. Let’s go.” She yanked my arm aggressively.
    Now I was getting tired of being dragged around like a dog. “Enough of that.” I pulled out of her grasp and put my hands in my pockets. “Where is your apartment?”
    She smiled because she thought she was getting her way. “This way.”
    ***
    I walked her to her door because she wouldn’t have made it there on her own.
    She dropped her keys a few times before she got the door opened. “The highlight of the night…” She walked inside and immediately kicked her heels off.
    I stayed on the other side of the door. “Good night, Florence.”
    “What?” Her eyes were squinted in her drunken stupor, and her body was tense in hostility.
    “Florence, this isn’t going to work out. But I wanted to walk you home to make sure you got here safely.”
    “You aren’t coming inside?”
    I shook my head.
    “Why the hell not?” She put both hands on her hips, glaring at me violently.
    “It’s not you,” I said calmly. “You’re a very attractive woman—”
    “Obviously.”
    But not very humble . “But I’m just feeling it. I wish you the best of luck.”
    “Are you gay or something?” she snapped.
    I let the insult wash over me. She was drunk and not running at full capacity. “Definitely not.” I turned away and headed down the hall. “Good night, Florence.”
    “Good night, asshole.”

Investigation
    Kyle
    “Carol, could you come in here for a moment?” I just finished doing a search of every architect company in the city but didn’t find any leads, not even with her name affiliated with it. Who knew so many architect companies existed at all.
    Carol walked inside with her notepad and pen at the ready. “Yes, Kyle?”
    “I need help with something.”
    “Of course. What can I do for you?” She took a seat and crossed her legs.
    “I need help finding a girl.”
    “A girl…?”
    I understood how strange my request sounded. I could ask Will for her number but that would probably piss him off. And I certainly couldn’t go to Florence with my questions. After the way our relationship ended she wouldn’t help me with a damn thing. “I met her a week ago. She runs an architect company and her name is Rose. I tried tracking her down myself but with no luck. Maybe you’ll have better success.”
    “Do you have any other information?”
    “No.”
    “Is this company in Manhattan?”
    “Yes. That I do know.”
    She left the chair and closed her notepad. “I’ll do my best. But I’m not a PI so don’t expect anything.”
    “Whatever you can manage is appreciated.”
    ***
    Mark walked into the office, looking lower than I’ve ever seen him. He fell into the chair and leaned forward, gripping his skull in anguish. While he was silent for the time being, he was about to explode.
    I knew he lost his case.
    “Mark, you can’t win them all.” I took the seat beside him and tried to console him as much as possible.
    “But I should have won this one.”
    I patted him on the back. “You did the best you could, man. There was nothing else you could have done.”
    “Tell that to her parents. Tell that to her sister.” He refused to meet my gaze, his cheeks turning red with rage. “The judge threw out that evidence when she shouldn’t have. It was totally unfair. What the hell is wrong with our legal system?”
    What the hell was wrong with our world, actually? “Mark, you have to let it go.”
    “I don’t think I can…”
    “It’s impossible to win every case. Sometimes the defendant has more ammo in his arsenal. Sometimes you get a bad