Topic: The Spade and Heartt Detective Agency (Open Thread)

Rick Spade

Date: 2014-02-11 21:23 EST
(( This thread is open to people who want to hire Rick Spade or Quinn Heartt as private investigators or need consultations. Just call and leave a message or try stopping by. Please note that it's probably best to drop a note that you want a scene and let us run it and post it later if applicable, but feel free to RP here anyway. ))

The Spade and Heartt Detective Agency made it's home in the back of the King of Clubs magic shop as a series of offices for the two detectives. Though customers for the latter could reach the former through a hallway that bisected the two story brownstone, signs and locked doors suggested it was easier to go around the back and try the bell. Wizards generally didn't like people going through their private homes. Clients who came around the side and up to the back door found a well made if simple and direct sign that read, "Spade and Heartt Detective Agency" on one line in bold gold letters, with "Knock or Call (555) 963-9963" in smaller, more discrete print. The lock on the door was impressive and magic radiated from inside.

Within the office, tt was no mistake that the furniture and adornments were right out a Philip Marlowe film, all old pieces worn by use and age in styles that had long ago gone out of fashion. A central office for greeting most clients shared two desks on either side of the large room, a his and hers affair that painted two very different pictures of the partners in crime solving; where Rick's desk featured a mess of old tomes, a set of good bourbon and tumblers, various small watches or magician's tools constantly in need of fixing, and a perpetually unfinished game of chess, Quinn's was organized and clean, dominated by a computer, a stack of the latest Dresden novels, and note books filled with her flowing hand writing about their latest cases. A record player in the corner and a collection of Sinatra added to the ambience. Time was kept by a grandfather clock.

Further offices flanked the room in two directions. Some were for their individual offices, some for storage, and some for more private work.

Ben Sullivan

Date: 2015-01-02 19:12 EST
There's got to be a place for mail, right? Mail slot, mailbox? Whatever the format was, an envelope with "Rick" scrawled across the front in a broad hand found its way there.

Inside was a note written in the same hand - a mix of capitals and lowercase, no rhyme or reason to it. Bold, easy to read.

Rick,

Heard some things I don't like. That, plus the way you were when I last saw you--

Call me, would you?

Ben

Also enclosed is one of Ben's business cards for both his office number as well as his cell.

Rick Spade

Date: 2015-01-13 23:50 EST
It took Rick a few days to get a letter back to Ben. It was hand written in concise, simple script. A sharp eye could see that previous versions of the letter had been written on sheets of paper laying across this one, so that the words seemed to echo across the page.

Ben,

Tried calling. Left a message. You didn't reply, but in all fairness, it wouldn't be surprising to me to know that technology still had it out for me.

One last joke on my way out, huh?

How about we try to get together? I have a desire to talk to you both professionally and personally.

I also have a desire to crack open this bottle of scotch I've been holding for the last forty years.

The one and only,
Rick Spade

P.S. How are the twins? Remember, I used to be a wizard.

Crispin

Date: 2015-01-19 04:40 EST
Voicemail

"Rick, this is Cris. I am loath to pester you so soon after what you've done for me, but I'm calling to request your aid once again. My number has not changed.

"I hope that you and Quinn are well."

Rick Spade

Date: 2015-01-25 15:00 EST
Voicemail

A few seconds of silence were followed with, "What, do I talk now? I didn't hear the beep. Quinn! I didn't hear a beep, but I think it's recording. How do I tell?"

Quinn says something indecipherable, clearly in another room.

"Oh. Uh. ..Okay, I think you're getting this, Crispin. If you aren't, well.. I blame technology. What is it you needed? Do you want to meet in person? Text me some details."

"Just a warning: the help I can offer is a little .. restricted these days. I'd rather explain in person."

Crispin

Date: 2015-01-26 00:41 EST
Voicemail

"In person will be fine. The matter is not supremely urgent, but I'd like to handle it with little delay. I'll stop by later this week.

"Thank you, Rick."

Ben Sullivan

Date: 2015-01-28 21:40 EST
Voicemail

There's a couple seconds of silence at the beginning of the message, then a deep inhale, long sigh. "One last joke on the way out.

"Sorry it took me time to get back to you. Twins, you know. Birthday party for my daughter. Been a year since you and I met.

"I'm normally on the wagon, but I could fall off for one night for a forty year old bottle of scotch. Might need to, depending on the sort of personal you want to talk.

"Whenever you're up to it, I'll make time. Let me know."

Click.