REIDA RAY COPELAND
While Reida was a cheerful gal through and through when it was a matter of casual conversation, the whole atmosphere surrounding her seemed to change quite drastically as she read through the file Helle had handed her. The southern hospitality that she typically exuded was all but gone, and even the lackadaisical guzzling of her liquor had been replaced with a cold, methodical sip, her eyes never leaving the paper.
"Got a few, but none of 'em're gonna have answers that change my mind. I'll get it done Captain, don't you worry about that."
The bartender set another mint julep onto the counter for Helle, and while normally Reida might have given her a bit of a tease at ordering the drink, and egged her on to drink it, this was a matter of work, and Reida took work quite seriously. It was the only thing she had, after all.
"I'll need any other names in the Vandenreich that'll've been 'round him enough to know the fella well. Ain't no sense in just lookin' around for a needle in a haystack. Someone knows where he might've gone, and I'll find out before I hit the road. Be a waste of everyone's time if I didn't. I'll need your word that all my investigatin' won't get me into any trouble with you."
Taking another sip of her drink, Reida stared at the photo in the file, burning it into her memory. There was rather visible hatred in her single eye, and there was little doubt that she would handle this matter with extreme prejudice just from the look on her face.
"Tell me whatcha know about him, Captain. If ya don't mind."
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