Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Kenzie enjoyed working a good case, especially one that held a little mystery or difficulty for her. She might bitch and moan if she struggled to get to the bottom of something, to find the links she usually sought out so easily, but she secretly reveled in the challenge of it. As long as she did get to the bottom of it anyway. She didn't like to turn back a job as unfinished, she hadn't done so yet but a couple of them had been close calls. This one had actually been pretty tough. She'd had to call in some serious favours which were really going to come back and bite her in the ass at some point, she was sure. It was worth it though. Now, she also wanted to know. It kind of made her feel a little bit like The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, even if her cases weren't about finding murderers and more about lost family and fluffy animals.
She had agreed to meet Noah in Starbucks, on the request that he fill her caffeine addiction to accompany the information she was bringing him. She had to admit, Kenzie was surprised Noah didn't know where his sister was, given the irony of him settling here as a place to live where his sister had done the same. Perhaps they were more alike than they realised. She was looking forward to telling Noah exactly how difficult this had been to pull off; 100's of phone calls made, at least 6 different persona's used including four different accents, once even pretending not to understand English when someone became suspicious. She had needed only 3 counts of illegal activity to get some old police records, but finally, she had a name and an address. You really could find anyone using the internet if you tried hard enough.
Kenz had already finished one cup of coffee. She'd practically inhaled the damn thing, having missed out on her usual first cup when she'd woken up thanks to the coffee machine in the dorms packing up. Kenz was not impressed with it and was going to order her own for her room the first chance she got, damn the rest of them. She nursed the empty mug, waiting on Noah to turn up to buy her second as she looked down at the plain brown manila file in front of her. Very cliche, and she didn't give a damn shit.
Noah pushed open the door to the popular coffee shop and moved over to join the back of the line, stifling a yawn and running a hand over his face in a pathetic attempt to wake himself up. He'd had a rough night sleep in the back of a random truck bed he'd found parked in a lot in town, followed by a rude awakening from an angry owner of said truck. He'd had to grab his duffel and high tail it out quickly before the guy could get his hands on him. He was running low on cash and couldn't afford to splash out on another hotel room for the night. What he really needed to do was go home to London for a weekend to rinse his usual suspects at the high end bars but Kenzie had promised she was close to cracking his case which made it harder for him to leave.
He had a quick glance around the shop, spotting the raven haired girl at one of the tables draining her coffee at an alarming rate. When it was his turn to order, he paid for two coffees and muffins before heading over to the table, setting them down with a smile. "Morning, yes I look like shit, you don't have to tell me." He said, sitting down opposite her. His gaze moved to the brown folder on the table and his right eyebrow lifted in curiosity. "What did you find?" He asked.
It didn't take sitting there for long, in order to Noah to show his face - lucky for him, Kenzie didn't appreciate waiting around for anyone, friend or not. She had shit to do, and she felt it was rude if people didn't think your time was worth the same as theirs. There were some exceptions, particularly with people she knew were liable to turn up late; Noah was one of them, he was like family after all so she allowed him a bit more leniency than others. She was even more appreciative when a fresh coffee was plunked down infront of her - alongside some muffins. Her eyes lit up, "Oooh you did good," She praised, also reaching for one of the muffins; chocolate of course.
"Morning, yes I look like shit, you don't have to tell me." Kenzie snorted and raised an eyebrow at his disheveled appearance. "You look like shit," She commented anyway, a smirk playing on her lips. He kind of did but it was not her business, if he wanted help he'd ask for it, she wouldn't pry. She bit into the muffin and then took a long swig of coffee as she saw the direction of his gaze. "What did you find?" She rolled her eyes, "Straight to business is it? No, oh hey how you doing Kenz? No no, just 'tell me what you've got'." She complained, drifting off into her favourite Russian slurs as she turned the folder and slid it over to him, taking another swig of coffee.
"You picked good, kid. She lives and works in this town - are you sure you didn't know what before giving me all this work?" It was a joke, but she gave him an eye anyway, curious. "A tough case to crack this one, given that you had pretty much nothing. But her name is Monique Bradlee, 23, works at the local bar most nights, dating Deacon Kelly, one kid, lives in the local flats; number 22 actually. Has a close knit group of friends who have all dabbled in the dark arts a few times over the years. Some criminal convictions - that helped me pin her down in the end, along her journey - and quite a lot of blank history where I guess she's been running on cash and nothing else to her name for some time. Far as I can see since you guys split she went to a kids home, and then a second one later where her and a handful of others made a break for it before they hit 18. That's when there's a lot of blank history until here." She shrugged, "it's all in there and more," She smirked. "Am I good, or am I good." She peered at her nails and blew on them to make a point.
"Oooh you did good," He smiling, tipping his head in acknowledgement at Kenzie’s comment about the muffins. Sweet treats were almost always guaranteed to make people happy, and if it didn’t, they weren’t somebody he wanted to be associated with. "You look like shit," He gave her a look when she brought up his rough appearance anyway. He was in need of a decent shower and a shave. "Straight to business is it? No, oh hey how you doing Kenz? No no, just 'tell me what you've got'." He shrugged his shoulders lazily. ”I need to go home and acquire enough money so I can afford to go wherever you send me.” He reasoned before rolling his eyes in defeat as she grumbled about him in russian. ”Hi, how are you Kenz? How’s the boyfriend? School? Life story?” He muttered the last bit as she slid the folder over, taking hold of it before she could snatch it back in annoyance.
"You picked good, kid. She lives and works in this town - are you sure you didn't know what before giving me all this work?" He lifted a brow in surprise and shook his head. ”Shit seriously? Nah I just googled the closest PI’s to London and your name popped up. . and you just so happened to be the cheapest.” He grinned. He flicked through the folder for a moment before listening to Kenzie as she listed off everything she’d found out. "Am I good, or am I good." He held his hands up and mock bowed down to her. ”Damn. . good? Try brilliant.” He was only expecting a name if he was lucky, not her whole life story. ”The hell did you find all that out?” He asked curiously. He took a sip of his coffee and looked back down at the page were a picture of his sister sat. He’d definitely got his looks from his dads side of the family but there was something about her eyes that looked familiar.
She gave him an angelic smile when he didn't seem to appreciate her comment on his looks - he'd brought it up and he should have known she wouldn't have resisted saying it all the same. ”I need to go home and acquire enough money so I can afford to go wherever you send me.” She raised a brow at that, "Well count your lucky Kenzie stars you don't need to travel anywhere. Perhaps I should just charge extra instead as you're so willing to part with the cash." Which was tempting and Kenzie did occasionally overcharge someone if she thought she could get away with it - but not with Noah. If anything, she'd gone slightly above and beyond for him out of the kindness of her heart. Wasn't he lucky. ”Hi, how are you Kenz? How’s the boyfriend? School? Life story?” She rolled her eyes and muttered another few words in Russian that weren't quite as pleasant as her tone suggested.
She sat back once she was done with her report, swigging from the cup of coffee before it could go stone cold. Kenz loved coffee like an addiction but she couldn't deal with it cold - none of that ice bullshit for her. ”Shit seriously? Nah I just googled the closest PI’s to London and your name popped up. . and you just so happened to be the cheapest.” She snorted at that, "Forget the glowing stand out reviews..." She tutted, "For that comment your price definitely just went up." As if she hadn't just proven the point at how good she was. She accepted his bow of praise however, looking just a little smug as she settled into her chair for him to rain more nice words upon her. ”The hell did you find all that out?” Kenz's left eyebrow arched, reaching for the muffin but finding she'd already eaten it with a touch of sadness. "Well if I went around divulging my methods, I'd be out of business." She commented, shrugging. "I have my sources." and some borderline illegal methods that she would certainly not be blabbing about. A lot of it had to do with straight forward reconnaissance once you had a person's address - follow them to work and school and home, see who else came out of home, ask about town a little, pretend you know them and people loooooved to talk. The other side of it involved a laptop, internet and some dodgy history searches that may or may not delve into the dark web.
