Angel hesitates when he does answer. There's a long moment of silence but he can probably hear the ambient noise of a diner in the background and so it's clear that someone's there. It's hard to do something like this, it meant trusting him a little bit and that usually gets people hurt where she comes from. Cops aren't their friends.
"Hi... you gave me your card a few weeks ago," she says, she keeps her voice low, not really wanting the other patrons to overhear knowing they might be bothered by the topic that follows.
"The man you were talking about, I think he..." she lets out a shaky breath, glancing outside of the diner. "I'm not sure if I really got away from him. You said to call..."
She's usually a bit more well spoken a bit more confident but she's shaken.
Connor didn't recognize the voice, but that wasn't a rarity. From what he could tell, the woman was at a public space, a restaurant, cafe, or diner. He could hear background chatter and the clatter of dishes and cutlery. That was good. By the slight warble in her voice, he could tell she was afraid.
Despite the mountain of paper on his desk, he was immediately grabbing his coat and making sure he had his wallet and keys on him.
"Yeah, of course. Stay where you are. Sounds like there are people around. Stay inside, okay? Order whatever you want, don't worry about the tab. I'll be there soon. Just tell me where you are," Experience told him that he wasn't going to catch the guy just by showing up at a diner, but crazier things have happened. And, if nothing else, he'd be making sure this girl got a hot meal and got home alright.
Angel hesitates for a moment before she's giving him the name of the diner. She has no plans of going outside, but she also doubted she could eat even a bite with the way the way that she was feeling either. She didn't say as much and her fingers tightened on the phone.
"I won't go anywhere," she assures him.
When the call is over she goes to one of the back booths and soon she's ordered a coffee and a pastry, though both remain relatively untouched.
Connor really can't be sure if he remembers her exactly. He's spoken to a number of girls in the past few weeks. Hundreds maybe. It really didn't matter though.
He wasted no time grabbing his coat and letting his captain know he was headed out. His car and his clothes, like always, didn't give his identity away. He could've been anyone as he pulled up to the diner and parked.
He strolled in, scanning the place, looking for any familiar face.
"How many?"
"I'm supposed to be meeting someone. Mind if I take a look and see if she's here?"
The waitress raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Sure. But the bathrooms are paying customers only."
Angel noticed Connor right away but she didn't make a move right away. She hesitated, maybe this was a mistake and talking to a cop would just make it worse. Her hands were held tight together in her lap because she was pretty sure they were shaking and she hated that weakness in herself.
But when Connor had finished his exchange for the waitress she meets his eyes and lifts up one hand a little to indicate that she's the one he's looking for. He probably could have figured it out rather quickly no one else currently there looks like they could be a sex worker.
Luckily for the both of them, nothing about him explicitly screamed 'cop'. Sure, he had his badge on him and a concealed fire arm, but both were well out of view. He was a white collared worker, nothing more and his car gave away just as much.
He scanned the tables he hadn't been able to see before and the tiny wave catches his eye. Heading over in her direction, he doesn't bother to thank the greeter. She hadn't helped him after all.
He paused before sitting down, shrugging his coat off and handing it over to her.
"You look cold," He pointed out, though if she ended up not taking it he'd just hang up. No harm, no foul.
"Are you alright? I don't mind driving you to the ER, if you need me to," He offered before looking back over his shoulder toward the front windows of the building that looked out into the parking lot, "Did he follow you here?"
Angel shakes her head at the offer of his coat. She isn't cold, and it's also a habit not to take things that she could do without. Everything has a price in her experience. No one was nice just to be nice. This cop did want something from her after all, that's why he'd given her his card.
"I'm alright, I got away before anything..." She waves her hand in a 'you know' sort of gesture.
"I don't know if he followed me, though... He could have. That's why I didn't go home... there's other people there too." She didn't want to put her House in danger.
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"Hi... you gave me your card a few weeks ago," she says, she keeps her voice low, not really wanting the other patrons to overhear knowing they might be bothered by the topic that follows.
"The man you were talking about, I think he..." she lets out a shaky breath, glancing outside of the diner. "I'm not sure if I really got away from him. You said to call..."
She's usually a bit more well spoken a bit more confident but she's shaken.
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Despite the mountain of paper on his desk, he was immediately grabbing his coat and making sure he had his wallet and keys on him.
"Yeah, of course. Stay where you are. Sounds like there are people around. Stay inside, okay? Order whatever you want, don't worry about the tab. I'll be there soon. Just tell me where you are," Experience told him that he wasn't going to catch the guy just by showing up at a diner, but crazier things have happened. And, if nothing else, he'd be making sure this girl got a hot meal and got home alright.
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"I won't go anywhere," she assures him.
When the call is over she goes to one of the back booths and soon she's ordered a coffee and a pastry, though both remain relatively untouched.
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He wasted no time grabbing his coat and letting his captain know he was headed out. His car and his clothes, like always, didn't give his identity away. He could've been anyone as he pulled up to the diner and parked.
He strolled in, scanning the place, looking for any familiar face.
"How many?"
"I'm supposed to be meeting someone. Mind if I take a look and see if she's here?"
The waitress raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Sure. But the bathrooms are paying customers only."
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But when Connor had finished his exchange for the waitress she meets his eyes and lifts up one hand a little to indicate that she's the one he's looking for. He probably could have figured it out rather quickly no one else currently there looks like they could be a sex worker.
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He scanned the tables he hadn't been able to see before and the tiny wave catches his eye. Heading over in her direction, he doesn't bother to thank the greeter. She hadn't helped him after all.
He paused before sitting down, shrugging his coat off and handing it over to her.
"You look cold," He pointed out, though if she ended up not taking it he'd just hang up. No harm, no foul.
"Are you alright? I don't mind driving you to the ER, if you need me to," He offered before looking back over his shoulder toward the front windows of the building that looked out into the parking lot, "Did he follow you here?"
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"I'm alright, I got away before anything..." She waves her hand in a 'you know' sort of gesture.
"I don't know if he followed me, though... He could have. That's why I didn't go home... there's other people there too." She didn't want to put her House in danger.