Research on a dead man

You took some time that afternoon, while Sabrina and Eric were finally more focused on work than talking through his love life, to start looking up news articles about the whole Tommy situation.

What you found was… a little shocking.

First, Mosche actually got the story fairly correct as much as you could tell.

Tommy Tiernan had been doing a Masters in Philosophy, and he’d been murdered in what was suspected to be a professional hit gone wrong. The news articles made a point of showing how much Tommy looked like the son of a local mob boss - since you weren’t from the city the name wasn’t recognizable to you - and that even the police had thought Tommy had been the guy right up until they went to give notice to the father and the son answered the door, alive and well.

The articles went on to acknowledge that Tommy had, in fact, simply been out for a walk in the city when he’d been attacked. He’d been shot five times at close range by the assailant and had likely been dead within moments. They didn’t mention if he’d had THC or anything else in his system, but considering he’d been pretty clearly murdered and not in an accident, that probably wouldn’t have mattered much to the cops or coroner.

You tried looking for any news of the case moving forward, but other than a small, buried article about ‘Assassin Still At Large’ a couple of months later, there didn’t seem to be any follow-up from the media. Then, pushing your luck on how long you were durdling around instead of getting work done, you did some more research on the guy Tommy was supposed to be.

‘Entitled Asshole Nitwit’ was where you landed, only because you weren’t sure where ‘Criminal’ should have fit into the description grammatically. The guy seemed to have been in the news perennially for getting into very public fights, getting into accidents with expensive cars, and an early possession charge that sounded an awful lot like it had been knocked down from possession with intent to distribute based on the writing of the journalist.

You compiled the links to the most interesting and thorough articles and saved them to send to the girls… soon. Gemma was asleep, after all, and it wouldn’t be fair to tell Sabrina first, would it?

Sabrina looked over at you suspiciously when you coughed and covered your mouth to stop from snickering.

Then you got back to work… for about thirty minutes before you got a text.

A very explicit text.

‘Hey John. I would like to sext with you and then send screenshots to my paypigs. Are you available?’

To be fair, it was explicit in its request, not its content.

That got you coughing though and you had to clear your throat.

“John?” Sabrina asked.

“You OK, man?” Eric asked.

“Yep,” you croaked, nodding and waving them off. “Fine. I’m fine.”

“Well someone texted you something,” Sabrina said, half closing her laptop as she raised an eyebrow at you from across the conference table. “And Gemma’s asleep.” She made a grabby hand at you, asking for your phone.

You’d already been planning on double-checking with her on how to answer Maeve, so you put your phone on the table and slid it over to her. She picked it up and checked the message, snorting and smirking. “That’s so her,” she said.

“What’s so who?” Eric asked.

“No one,” you said.

“Aw, come on,” he complained. “I told you guys, like, so much.”

“It’s a friend of ours,” Sabrina said. “Who is overseas. She’s asking if she can send him some… explicit stuff.”

“Wait, she asked?” Eric asked. “She didn’t just send you titty pics or something?”

“She’s very blunt, and pays attention to consent,” Sabrina murmured as she was typing on your phone. You’d only find out what she was sending once she passed it back, but you had a feeling you knew the general gist of what she would say.

“So… what’s she going to send?” Eric asked.

“I’m not comfortable sharing that,” you said before Sabrina could answer.

Your girlfriend rolled your eyes at you and sighed, then looked at Eric. “He’s so prudish in very specific ways,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, so prudish,” you snorted. “Protecting the privacy of my friends.”

Sabrina shrugged, sliding your phone back over to you. “That’s fair, I guess,” she said, then looked at Eric again. “Do as I say, not as I do, young grasshopper. You probably should keep things a little more private.”

“What? You asked me for the details!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t need them to help,” Sabrina smirked.

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you checked your messages to see what Sabrina had said to Maeve.

‘Hey M. It’s Sabrina. Go wild, babe. We’re stuck in the office and Gemma sent him a pic of her titties earlier so he’s a little wound up already with no chance for relief :P’

‘Also you’re fuckin’ gorgeous and we miss you already! Have fun!’

As you were reading and sighing internally, Maeve responded.

‘Thank you, Sabrina. It would be nice to see you guys again too. Having sex with you was really great.’

That made you chuckle a little. Classic Maeve.

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