Thanks. I'm alright for now. [Law takes the file from Rosinante, and starts to skim through it. It's organized, and he still has no idea if this is valid or not. He's not sure if this is just one hell of a string of coincidence, or if there's something sinister at play in this set of small towns. One thing is for sure, though. They know where they'll need to look next.
Meanwhile, their host's phone call is becoming increasingly intense. The woman's voice has raised a good deal from the quiet tone she'd attempted before, and Law sets down the file to listen to her begging.] "No, Emmie, please! I'll fly out to you, I'll take a break, we'll hit that fancy restaurant you like! And the clubs, all of them, I'll pay for whatever you want." [The pleading continues, and Law looks over at Rosinante. He's not even sure what to say. Or think. And he doesn't have much time to articulate his words, because the call ends and their hostess starts walking back to them.] We'll talk soon. I want to hear what else she has to say first.
[The woman returns, visibly upset, but she apologizes and seats herself again.] "Look, I don't know who you two are. But if you can get this information to someone who can help, you'd be saving at least one other life. The police can't help, the Marines insist that there's no connection, but once you're forty here and you've been discharged from service, you get called home. And then you go and listen to that stupid radio, and you're done for. And I don't want that to happen to my baby." [She gestures at the pictures, and points to a Marine woman in one of them that's hanging on the wall near her.] "Emmaline Graves. She was one of their best captains, she's great for inspiring a sense of real justice. Her health just got out of control, so she got her discharge. She doesn't live here, but all of the sudden she wants to come on home for her birthday. And I don't want her to be the next on that list."
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Meanwhile, their host's phone call is becoming increasingly intense. The woman's voice has raised a good deal from the quiet tone she'd attempted before, and Law sets down the file to listen to her begging.] "No, Emmie, please! I'll fly out to you, I'll take a break, we'll hit that fancy restaurant you like! And the clubs, all of them, I'll pay for whatever you want." [The pleading continues, and Law looks over at Rosinante. He's not even sure what to say. Or think. And he doesn't have much time to articulate his words, because the call ends and their hostess starts walking back to them.] We'll talk soon. I want to hear what else she has to say first.
[The woman returns, visibly upset, but she apologizes and seats herself again.] "Look, I don't know who you two are. But if you can get this information to someone who can help, you'd be saving at least one other life. The police can't help, the Marines insist that there's no connection, but once you're forty here and you've been discharged from service, you get called home. And then you go and listen to that stupid radio, and you're done for. And I don't want that to happen to my baby." [She gestures at the pictures, and points to a Marine woman in one of them that's hanging on the wall near her.] "Emmaline Graves. She was one of their best captains, she's great for inspiring a sense of real justice. Her health just got out of control, so she got her discharge. She doesn't live here, but all of the sudden she wants to come on home for her birthday. And I don't want her to be the next on that list."