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Half Way There

The mystery I spoke about in my last post has almost been cracked. We're half way there to figuring out the truth and even if I do say so myself, we're GOOD.

We brought in another friend, so now its me, SR and JF. Why you ask? Because JF, has the best contacts this side of the world, and we wouldn't be able to put a lot of pieces into place without him and his talent for sniffing out information

It took us exactly one hour to figure out a significant part of the story. Beginning with my MSN conversation with P's supposed boyfriend. On very careful and extremely subtle questioning on my part,(you would be proud of me, Moo), he told me that P and he have broken up and not less than two days ago. At which point, thanks to the magical power of the telephone, we began calling sources. And one informant turned out to be a goldmine, now we know that they broke up because P found him too possessive. *rolls eyes*. How convenient, don't you think?

And that sure as hell coincides with a lot of what we suspected.

Now all we have left to figure out is the relationship between P and E(my friend, remember?).

Piece of cake, you say? Not quite so simple. Because this has been kept under wraps and not many people know and we're going to need to utilize all our sleuthing skills.

I love the thrill of the hunt.

:P

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Moo said…
Woohoohoo! You should join the RAW or the IB or something. We need sleuths like you, Ms. Nancy Drew! Are you titian haired and 18, as well? :P
5 June 2008 at 22:53
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