>>5985987>>5985817>>5985757>>5985747>>5985661>>5985642>Have Carter do whatever he can, that gets you to these women the quickest. Even if that means taking him with you, to find them.If given the time to calm down and think clearly, it may have been that you'd decide to have done something else. Something practical and carefully thought out, to mitigate risk and best achieve what you're after. But at the moment you're seeing red and you want resolution and satisfaction at that. You don't care if Carter is there with you when you strangle these women to death, so long as it gets you to them as quickly as possible.
Tonight even, ideally.
<span class="mu-s">"Carrie? Where did... there you are. Well I talked to some of the managers, brought up the names you said. Most of them were a wash but that one particular, Maria, she's a local and comes by here on occasion. Her address..."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"-wait, they know her address? And they just gave it to you?"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"He didn't <span class="mu-i">just</span> give it to me. The bartender knows a guy who knows a guy who went on a date with her? I passed him some hundreds to send along, but who knows if it's even legit."</span>
Too upset and angry to just sit around and wait for him, you took to pacing about the dock where he left you, for the forty-odd minutes it took him to go and ask about from the managers he knows. Indeed it seems that for much of the friend group you tagged along with, they were out-of-towners and told you as much. But at least one of the women, who you recall knew which places to frequent, lives here in town.
And to your delight, as well as surprise at Carter's effectiveness (or his money, rather), you now know where she lives. Or may live, you can only hope it's a real address and still the same. In any case it does at least settle your temper considerably. Enough to request his help further and without resorting to intimidation or force, specifically the use of his car since yours is still impounded.
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Sure enough it takes awhile to get back to Carter's place from the marina, in order for him to get his fancy sports car and drive the both of you by phone directions, trying to find the address. There's some confusion for a bit but eventually you can figure out that it's a condo high-rise over in Miami Beach rather than around the marina or downtown Miami itself. Around about midnight though, you find yourselves down the street from the given address. Watching and waiting, trying to figure out what to do.
