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I'm Vince Noir, I run the Nabootique with my best mate Howard Moon. He's about as edgy as a satsuma. Me? I'm all about the edge.

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Sam glanced at the screen, watching the picture thoroughly, in case he’ll see anything weird, but his eyes were normal, just like the guy, but it didn’t mean that he was innocent. Though his clothes weren’t familiar, and the guy wasn’t at all, he wanted to looking for him. With a sigh Sam glanced at Vince again. “Can we print this picture somehow?”

”Uh, yeah sure,” Vince nodded, jumping down from the counter and moving around it to get his laptop. ”You think he’s involved, I could give ‘oward a call? He actually spoke to the guy, I was reading a magazine, didn’t really listen in…” he rambled, as he opened up the picture on the screen. ”I can give you a hand, I know my way round here back to front…”

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Vince sighed, with a little nod. ”Thanks. But, what do you mean, ‘anything weird?’ You don’t think he…killed himself?” he asked, with a little frown. ”Well, I didn’t see Leroy that day, but…now you mention it,”  Vince nodded, ”Me and Howard were working, a weird dude came in, asked me how to get to a club down the road where Leroy was working.”

"Well, we don’t know what exactly happened yet." He replied and after he listened what he said, he nodded. "That’s what I meant… maybe somebody threatened him or something and he didn’t find any other solution but killing himself." He explained, "Can you please tell me how was he look like? I mean that weird guy who came in."

”Wow, that’s mental…” Vince said, for lack of other words. ”I can do better,” he nodded, getting out his phone, ”I was actually trying to get the guy behind him, I liked his trousers, but that one, he’s the weird one,” he said, pointing out a figure in a photo on his phone screen.

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”No..sorry, nothin’ like that. But it definitely wasn’t normal, what ‘appened I mean. Leroy was never sad, if you think I’m happy, Leroy was pretty much 5 times the happiness of me in a poncho.” Vince nodded, ”It doesn’t make sense…”

Sam nodded understandingly. “I’m really sorry. I know how it feels to lose a friend.” He said sympathetically. “We gonna find out if there’s anything weird. I mean, based on what you just said, it really doesn’t make any sense.” He said, “Did he meet with…, a suspicious man before he killed himself?”

Vince sighed, with a little nod. ”Thanks. But, what do you mean, ‘anything weird?’ You don’t think he…killed himself?” he asked, with a little frown. ”Well, I didn’t see Leroy that day, but…now you mention it,”  Vince nodded, ”Me and Howard were working, a weird dude came in, asked me how to get to a club down the road where Leroy was working.”

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"Uh…sure, what is it?" 

”Right, I invented this myself, though Leroy did some of the science bits. It’s a bit like a GPS right, but it will direct you to the closest Topshop! Imagine that. You’re in a field or…by a windmill, and you need some clothes, boom. This. I call it the Topshop tracker…” Vince grinned. 

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"Really? Sounds like a total d-bag to me." she stated, folding her arms and chuckling slightly. "Some people just don’t know the meaning of originality!" she exclaimed. 

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”He really is, I’m telling you, if he gets a Howard, I will not be happy. He’s pretending to be me! He stole my other glitter ball suit!” Vince said, pointing at his own shiny outfit. 

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Vince’s smile faulted a little, which was very noticeable on the sunshine kid. ”Oh, yeah… Leroy,” he said with a sigh, ”Well, now ya’ mention it…I felt something a bit odd this morning, cold winds I mean, don’t know where from, I was just sat in here reading Cheekbones magazine, there was this awesome artic-…sorry, rambling. Howard’s always on at me for it.” 

Sam nodded, didn’t know yet what could make that guy to kill himself, but if he would have said something, he would have said vengeful spirit. “And… maybe…, smell like sulfur? Or rotten eggs?” He asked, and to be honest, he wanted to exclude that it was a demon.

”No..sorry, nothin’ like that. But it definitely wasn’t normal, what ‘appened I mean. Leroy was never sad, if you think I’m happy, Leroy was pretty much 5 times the happiness of me in a poncho.” Vince nodded, ”It doesn’t make sense…”

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