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I’d-a seen him on my way out, Birdie. Hardly a hound, more like a lil’ rat that can see more than our asses combined. Yer fine, he’ll get in the back.

[And with that Conrad’s truck screeched to a halt again, he tapped the outside of his door with his arm through the open window, ushering Mick inside]

Right, In y’get. Nope, Sparrows here, in the back.

[He gestured behind him, his tone unwavering, not panicked or worried, but not as cold and harsh as it tended to usually be.]

[Phone call] Hey Conrad, it’s Blair. I hate having to do this as much as you’re gonna hate having to hear it… But I need your... help with Simon. He’s been acting weird about that damn radio station you lot have been buzzing over, and now he’s gone off trying to… I don’t know? Stop it??? Basically I can't find him anywhere and he won't answer his calls or messages, and I'm just worried he’s going to do something stupid. I just… yeah… help would be… nice… please?

Wait outside yer house I’ll pick y’up in my truck ‘nd we’ll find ‘im.

[He hangs up without a further word, already pulling his jacket on to leave.]

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[Simon Moment. The hell was a Simon Moment. Conrad shrugged, mostly to himself.]

I live in those damn woods, Birdie. I’d have seen ‘im. Or some trace of his dumbass. We’ll go to fuckin’. Radio station first. If he’s been there, they’ll know which way he went.

[He thinks for a moment before wordlessly picking up his phone and dialling an unsaved contact and holding it to his ear, keeping one hand on the wheel. Through the phone he speaks to @the-hatchetfield-hermit with a flat but authoritative tone.]

Pallazi’s gone awol. Nah. Not yer not. Th’ radio station. Uhuh. Seeya in five.

[He tosses his phone into his pocket, letting one of his arms rest on the window as he drives with one hand, eyes on the road, speeding but not in a ‘we have places to be’ sort of way, just in a ‘this is how i usually drive’ sort of way.]

Mickeys comin’, if anyone can spot a needle in a haystack it’s that fuckin’ freak.

[Phone call] Hey Conrad, it’s Blair. I hate having to do this as much as you’re gonna hate having to hear it… But I need your... help with Simon. He’s been acting weird about that damn radio station you lot have been buzzing over, and now he’s gone off trying to… I don’t know? Stop it??? Basically I can't find him anywhere and he won't answer his calls or messages, and I'm just worried he’s going to do something stupid. I just… yeah… help would be… nice… please?

Wait outside yer house I’ll pick y’up in my truck ‘nd we’ll find ‘im.

[He hangs up without a further word, already pulling his jacket on to leave.]

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[Conrad’s habit of speeding was one he’d had for years, he wasn’t gonna stop now, and hey, it was comin’ in handy, wasn’t it? He started driving as soon as Blair stepped in, eyes fixed on the road.]

Where’d y’last see him? He been workin’? I’ll stop callin’ you Birdie when y’stop lookin’ and actin’ like a lil’ birdie. You ain’t gonna beat him. Watch for anythin’ outta yer window.

[Phone call] Hey Conrad, it’s Blair. I hate having to do this as much as you’re gonna hate having to hear it… But I need your... help with Simon. He’s been acting weird about that damn radio station you lot have been buzzing over, and now he’s gone off trying to… I don’t know? Stop it??? Basically I can't find him anywhere and he won't answer his calls or messages, and I'm just worried he’s going to do something stupid. I just… yeah… help would be… nice… please?

Wait outside yer house I’ll pick y’up in my truck ‘nd we’ll find ‘im.

[He hangs up without a further word, already pulling his jacket on to leave.]

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[After around ten minutes, an oddly short amount of time considering how far the Witchwoods are from Downtown, Conrad’s old truck screeches to a halt, kicking up the dust under his tires as he rolls down the window, calling to a very worried looking Blair.]

Right, in y’get, Birdie.

[Phone call] Hey Conrad, it’s Blair. I hate having to do this as much as you’re gonna hate having to hear it… But I need your... help with Simon. He’s been acting weird about that damn radio station you lot have been buzzing over, and now he’s gone off trying to… I don’t know? Stop it??? Basically I can't find him anywhere and he won't answer his calls or messages, and I'm just worried he’s going to do something stupid. I just… yeah… help would be… nice… please?

Wait outside yer house I’ll pick y’up in my truck ‘nd we’ll find ‘im.

[He hangs up without a further word, already pulling his jacket on to leave.]

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[Phone call] Hey Conrad, it’s Blair. I hate having to do this as much as you’re gonna hate having to hear it… But I need your... help with Simon. He’s been acting weird about that damn radio station you lot have been buzzing over, and now he’s gone off trying to… I don’t know? Stop it??? Basically I can't find him anywhere and he won't answer his calls or messages, and I'm just worried he’s going to do something stupid. I just… yeah… help would be… nice… please?

Wait outside yer house I’ll pick y’up in my truck ‘nd we’ll find ‘im.

[He hangs up without a further word, already pulling his jacket on to leave.]

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We literally solve mysteries every fuckin’ day, Mickey. It’s Hatchetfield.

Conrad J. Cooper is aware of the frequency.

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Whichever fuckin’ freak at the radio station did this y’can knock it off before I find ya myself.

Conrad J. Cooper is aware of the frequency.

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You are now listening to this. You’re confused, but you keep listening anyway. As you listen, you begin to understand that this moment is coming to an end.

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Yer lettin’ the cold air into the station.

A young man walked into the station. He wears black jeans with a red sweater. He looks frusterated.

Mmkay? What’s up.

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Sure. Whatever you say, kid. Grieve normally. Accept he’s gone. It’ll do ya some good. ‘Nd don’t bring me into it.

A young man walked into the station. He wears black jeans with a red sweater. He looks frusterated.

Mmkay? What’s up.

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You people, Phah. Who the fuck d’you think y’are, Huh? Burstin’ in here demanding shit. I ain’t helping you, son. Your daddy’s gone. That’s all y’need to know.

A young man walked into the station. He wears black jeans with a red sweater. He looks frusterated.

Mmkay? What’s up.

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Hm. Acts like one. Hard to tell.

Someone fuckin’ with the radio?

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That’s what he is, ain’t he? Hah.

Someone fuckin’ with the radio?

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I ain’t got time to go on a wild goose chase on a man that died nine years ago. Yer wastin’ yer breath. Curiosity’s a killer, kid.

A young man walked into the station. He wears black jeans with a red sweater. He looks frusterated.

Mmkay? What’s up.

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Oh, fucks sake. Your Daddy’s dead or long gone, kid. Quit wastin’ police time.

A young man walked into the station. He wears black jeans with a red sweater. He looks frusterated.

Mmkay? What’s up.