@wolfstarmicrofic July 2 - prompt 2: Thriller [word count 587]
It wasn’t something Remus had never seen before. Actually, since he had set up his tiny office in that dimly-lit part of town, it had happened three or four times. A dark-haired beauty, in pearls and a fur coat, appeared and, dabbing fakely at the corner of her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief, asked for his help to find her dear husband, missing for a few days. They paid handsomely so Remus had always accepted, making sure to collect his money before even starting since he always ended up finding out the distressed wives had had more than a hand in their husband’s disappearances. Then they ended up sobbing at his feet or worse, trying to seduce him, and he had to make it very clear he couldn’t be swayed that way. They probably had had every right in how they had dealt with those husbands, but it wasn’t his problem. Private investigator Remus Lupin never got involved personally.
That morning, the scenario was very similar: the dark hair was there, along with the fur coat. The pearls had been relegated to the buttons of the velvet gloves, but the long fingers elegantly holding a cigarette were there as well. Only this time, it wasn’t a bereaved wife sitting in front of him. Remus took a deep breath.
“What can I do you for you, Mr Black?”
The other man smiled slowly and Remus felt more attraction to that single smile than to all the sultry looks he had collected from his previous clients.
“You know who I am,” he said.
Everybody in town knew who Sirius Black was. Heir to the Black fortune, one of the biggest and possibly most ill-acquired fortunes, always in the spotlight whenever there was a lavish party somewhere, always present in his box at the theatre, always in first line at the art exhibits. Most eligible bachelor until a couple of months before when he had surprisingly married a cousin. Remus didn’t usually read the gossip columns, but that time he had and, along with most of the town, had suspected something was not completely clear in why the heir to such a fortune wouldn’t marry the most eligible young lady available and had instead settled for what looked like an arranged marriage, especially when you knew Mrs Bellatrix Black hated with a passion anything that had to do with the arts.
“I do,” Remus answered simply. “What brings you here today?”
“My wife disappeared.”
Swap of gender, same problem apparently. Remus detailed the delicate features of his new client, his eyes lingering on the sensual curve of his mouth. If all ended up the same, this time he wasn’t sure he could stop his client from seducing him. Or want to, for that matter.
“I see,” Remus cleared his throat and forced himself to look at Sirius Black’s eyes and not his mouth, not that those weren’t distracting. “And you want me to find her alive and well and bring her home.”
The other man leaned over the desk, reducing the distance between the two of them with an elegant move, like that of some wild predator ready to pounce. Remus’s throat went dry.
“On the contrary,” Sirius Black murmured, a smirk on his lips. “I want you to make sure she’s dead.”
And for the first time in his investigative career, Remus knew that he would do anything to make sure his client had the result he asked for. Literally anything.
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no ring on the skin anymore 💔 choosing to believe it was an accident since the previous skin had blood on the spot where the ring should've been-
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