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Thanks, here's part two.

Part II

As he pulled into Monroe’s driveway, his phone rang. The caller ID showed Monroe’s phone. Nick gave a quick smile when he answered.

“Hi Monroe, what’s up?”

“Hey buddy, what’s up with you?” You seemed so intent lately, I thought we could go out and get a drink, just the two of us. What do you say?”

“Umm,” Nick looked up at Monroe’s shadow inside the house. “I have work to do, so I’ll just come in and look up some things. I’m right outside you house.” he reached for the doorknob. “Maybe some other time.”

A couple hours later, Nick sat on the living room couch, resting his head on his hand.

“Monroe?” Breaking off in the middle of a snore from the easy chair across the room, he jerked his head up.

“Yeah?”

I’ve got a case here, looking for information on a Damien Cruz, he’s a life guard at some beach. Do you know him?” Nick held up the picture.

“Dude, I don’t know everyone, I barely know anyone, actually.” Crossing his arms, Monroe leaned back in the chair. “He’s dead, I assume. Some life guard. Get it?”

Nick rolled his eyes, “Yes, I get it.”

“Monroe quickly changed to his serious face. “What happened to him?”

“He was found washed up on the beach, after that big storm, but he hadn’t drowned, he’d been suffocated, no water in his lungs or stomach.”

“That’s odd.” Monroe looked off to the side, thinking, “Oh, wait, wait, you think it’s a wesan that did it, don’t you, and you think I can just tell you what it was, don’t you?”

Nick nodded, “Well, you do seem to know, and I don’t really have a lot to go on. He didn’t have any enemies, he wasn’t on facebook, he  had no suspicious calls on his phone, I hoped you could help me out.” He looked up at Monroe, “Can you?”

“I might be able to, I don’t know everything, you know.”

“You don’t?” Nick grinned.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, young man, flattery will get you nowhere.”

“So you’ll do it? Thanks.” Nick got to his feet and stretched. “I’d better get to bed if I want to be in any descent shape tomorrow. Night.”

“Good morning.” Nick looked up from his bowl of cereal at Monroe at 6 o’ clock the next morning.

“Well you’re up early, did you perchance want something from me?”

“Yes, I’d hoped you had an idea about my case.”

“What does the state of Oregon pay you for?” Monroe tapped his chin with a finger. “Oh yes, to be a detective. I might start asking for a salary if you keep asking me for advice like this.”

“Does that mean you found something?”

“All I’ll tell you is: Ask if there were any Russian looking girls out there that day.”

Nick stared at him for a minute. “What exactly does a Russian girl look like?”

Monroe looked over his shoulder as he opened the fridge door. “I don’t know, you asked. Go find out.” He took out a glass of milk, and took a swig.

Nick pulled in front of a small blue house separated from the houses on either side by a neatly trimmed flowering hedge.

The brass door knocker was in the shape of a dolphin, and there was a dolphin fountain in the side yard.

A tall, beautiful woman opened the door when Nick knocked.

“Yes?” she said, turning her head to one side, and looking back into the house.

“I’m here to see your daughter, is she home?” Nick held up his badge as the woman started to close the door.

Her face lost its warm welcoming expression, and took on a cold, forbidding one.

“She’s not here.”

The door slammed and left Nick standing outside, surprised. The curtain by the front window moved, and Nick saw who he guessed to be the daughter standing behind it.

As he was about to turn away, he did a quick double take. The girl had woged, just for a minute. Her hair turned green, and several gills appeared along her neck, and a webbing showed between her fingers when she let the curtain back down.