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[The boy is running, running, he needs to get away. He knows nothing about what he's to do, and he slows. Slows to a stop. He has to think about this logically. The memory of that number, fresh in his mind. What did it mean? What was its connection? And why did he have some desire to find him?]

[He knows nothing, so he is determined to find out. He sits down at a public computer at a library, and begins to type.]

...connection to Lazarus Lawliet Wait, what?

[He blinks at the screen in front of him. A forum had come up when he typed in that number...was that some sort of access code?]

Intriguing. So this is what the number is. An access code to this forum. Intriguing... Regardless, I must ask. I had heard that Mr. Lazarus Lawliet had set up as a private detective in the city....where might I find him?

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This isn't the yellow pages.

What you looking for that guy for?

youre looking for L?

why?

I am, regretfully, unable to divulge that information. Too dangerous. Need to meet with him. Urgent. Also...what exactly is this forum?

Who is asking for Lazarus Lawliet?

There are...issues, right now, if I divulge my identity. However, you might remember a boy you played chess with, about seven years ago.

I never said I was Lazarus Lawliet... though I understand that he, too, tends to be careful with his identity, and appreciates discretion.

My apologies for my indiscretion and assumption. I too, appreciate that discretion...could you, per chance, direct me to him?

[Based on the reference to the chess game, L thinks he can narrow this person down to a few individuals. He played so few games that year.]

I need something to go on. It can be something only he would know the significance of, but usually he approaches the clients whose cases he wants to accept. Not the other way around.

Very well. Few know of this event, so it should not be sufficient for others to determine who I am. I opened with a c-pawn opening and he responded with a Reversed Sicilian. It was a match he wasn't supposed to play. He was seventeen years old. And if I recall correctly, that was the last time he went to lecture to clubs at schools.

[And that will do.]

Do you think you can be at the park... the one close to the antique bookstore... in an hour? Or would you prefer a more private location?

It should be sufficient. Though I would prefer something more private, if that is the most preferable location to you, then I will use it.

[He nods. This should work. There hasn't been anything on the news about his family. Shows how useful those police are.]

All right. Look for a man in a gray coat.

[When Nathan arrives, he will see someone who looks familiar, in vague, pale, strained way. It's Lazarus, all right, in the flesh, or lack thereof, given his gaunt and brittle appearance. The coat hangs loosely on his narrow shoulders, his eyes are sunken and wide, and his dark hair is in wild disarray; the last seven years have not been kind to him.]

[The letters coming in are neither quite uniform nor straight enough to be a font.]

I'm surprised no one's told you that this isn't a forum yet. Personally, I first found it writing my number on a pad of sticky notes.

A private detective. Do you require his services?

[Someone's just being nosy, although to be fair, that is sort of his friend you're talking about.]

Edited 2014-02-28 01:33 (UTC)

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