Papilio Noir [Marxist Panda x TakodaVega]

[TakodaVega]

It had been five years since that fateful night her sister disappeared and was found dead. The family favorite, Natalie's death had left a trail of constantly unanswered questions, questions that Kathryn Smith longed to find the answers for. Her sister's murder had been labeled a suicide after months of supposed detective work. Kathryn knew her sister Natalie, after all they had been twins. The same brown hair and bright green eyes that seemed to spot the truth from the lie.

Kathryn glanced around from the brim of her hat as she entered the police station on 3rd and 22nd street. That had been the start of her search for the elusive detective that had worked on Natalie's case. It took her a few hours that morning to find exactly what she was looking for. The overlooking shadow from the buildings in front of the rather simple brick almost hid the gold plate of "Private Investigator" from view. Holding her chin up high she strode towards the door with a determined look on her face. Soon all things would be solved, if she had her way anyway.

Even though spring had made it's rather graceful appearance there were still hints that winter hadn't been completely ready to give in yet. Her short hair hung about her shoulders, revealing a delicate throat and led down to a petite frame. Though her small heels helped, and the black knee length skirt seemed to add to the height of her. Yet for all her small, delicate features, she almost exuded her mission.

She wasn't about to let her sister's death just be written off as a suicide. It taken her far too long to finally track down one of the men who had been on her sister's case. It was as though they kept him out of her reach on purpose, but it would matter not. She greeted the secretary at the desk, stated her purpose for being there and was escorted to the detective's chambers. Of course, he was conveniently away on some case.

She was patient, she had waited this long for her sister, hadn't she? The white belt around her waist made others draw attention to the slim curve through the sea of black. Simple buttons adorned the top of the dress as she sat rather lady like, with one leg crossed over the other. This was an important business meeting and she was an independent lady who made her own decisions now. She just had to be patient.

Though how long did it take to do a simple lunch break?

[Marxist Panda]

The office was rather bare, and his desk only really had what one would expect. A typewriter and a neat stack of blank sheets sat on the right side of the desk, and a notebook in a pen sat in the middle of the deck in front of a large comfortable-looking leather chair. Not a loose file left out, not a sheet of paper lying around; everything was perfectly neat and even.  Light from the window behind his desk came in at an angle, leaving most of the office in dimness.

“Tom!” the secretary, Sandy, screamed as the outside door opened. One could hear her rush across the wood floor.

“I’m fine, Sandy. My appointment is she waiting for me?” His voice was rough and deep and it sounded like he had a serious sore throat.

“Oh, um, yes. She’s been waiting for you.”

The door to his office opened and Thomas Archer stepped through.  He was a tall young man, probably in his mid twenties, with short tussled blond hair and sharp green eyes.  The suit he wore fit him perfectly, and his fedora sat casually on his head. However, whenever he moved the handkerchief from his face you could see that his lip was slip and his nose was bleeding.

Tom walked right past her and eased himself down into his chair, and it was clear that his lip and nose weren’t the only injured things on his body, despite that fact that his clothes still looked impeccable, and he’d managed not to get one spot of blood on his suit. Leaning back Tom dabbed his nose a few times then folded his handkerchief nearly into a square and tossed it into a garbage bin beside his desk. Now that that was out of the way he sniffed deeply and opened the notebook that was in front of him and picked up the pen.

After a moment he looked up, and his intense gaze fell upon the woman before him.  His eyes drifted up and down her form for a moment before his lips curled in a slight smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m sorry if my appearance frightens you. I don’t get the same respect officers do. Sometimes I push the wrong buttons.” Now that he was sitting right in front of her and facing her direction, it was obvious what caused his voice to have such a harsh, raspy guilty. Despite his bright eyes and his strong features, there was a deep angry scar that ran across his throat. It was partially hidden by his collar and tie, but when he leaned forward she would be able to see it. He would notice instantly if she looked at it.

[TakodaVega]

Kathryn rose from her chair when she heard the talking in the next room, having been preparing for some time a tongue lashing for keeping her waiting. However upon seeing the bruised and bleeding Thomas Archer, she promptly forgot the tongue lashing she was going to give him and returned to her seat. "I see that, Mr. Archer. Though you have met me before some time ago, though you perhaps don't remember. Hopefully, though, you'll remember my sister's case."

She knew, just by the fact not a drop of blood had landed on his pristine suit that he was still as noteworthy to detail as he had been five years prior. "My name is Kathryn Smith," she said slowly, pulling her purse from the floor to snap it open. "Five years ago, you worked, along with others on the force or perhaps as an apprentice I wasn't able to decipher which, on a case involving a missing young woman." She pulled the black and white photo from it's holdings and slid it across the desk in front of him.

In the photo were two women, one with short hair and was obviously the woman sitting across from him though with a much cheerier perspective in the photo than she did now, and the other seemed just as cheerful, but with longer hair, somewhat uncommon in their time and era. "Her name was Natalie. The police ruled it a suicide when they found her body in the river a few days after she went missing. Your notes are the only ones from the case that are on the same page as I am. Natalie didn't kill herself, she was murdered. I want to know who. I want justice. My family will never be over her death, but they have agreed with the police. They never knew Natalie like I did; it was just not something she would ever do."

She withdrew her hand from the photo leaving it on his desk, closing her purse with the same snap it had opened with and set it on the floor beside her once more. "Can you help me solve her case, Mr. Archer? I know it's been five years, but I have confidence you can solve it. Your reputation seems to precede you, and I thought you might take interest in this case once again. I will pay you handsomely for your services, even if, in the end, the police were right." Which she refused to believe, but if the evidence was there, then it was there.

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