<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry listened to her and when she told him that she would close up now, he got up and went to the washroom. He still had no idea what he should think of Catherine, she seemed to have some problems with her past too, but he wondered why she had no car. She had said she couldn't afford a taxi, which made him wonder how her financial situation was. Somehow it seemed to be so similar to Ivy's story. The medical bill to pay and Ivy couldn't afford it, but suddenly she could. What had she done to get that money? He would have to find out, it seemed like it was the answer to this case. Maybe there was some easy and logical explanation, maybe Ivy was some wonderful mother and this job at the Nightlife was some shit job, but she really was only the bartender like her co-worker Catherine was. Maybe her boss had given her the money as some credit. Who knew? He didn't, but he would set a date for an interview and ask her. If everything was fine and logical, she would be a routine case he only had to put little effort in. Just check from time to time that she was still working and that the girl was doing well. But after speaking with Catherine today he was pretty sure that Ivy wasn't doing sidejobs as a prostitute. Those girls working as bartenders seemed to keep a distance to those working as prostitutes and they seemed too proud to get themselves so low.<br/><br/>When he returned some minutes later in a more enlightened mood, Cat was waiting for him behind the bar. She seemed slightly nervous and he put it on the fact that she had to drive home with a stranger. He better took that nervousness away from her, before she used her tazer on him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, let's go. And don't worry, I won't rape you in some parking lot, so no need to keep your tazer ready. I am completely harmless. And please excuse the mess in my car. I have not expected to drive a nice girl home today. It's just an old VW and I rarely clean it. I always fear that if I rub too hard it will fall into pieces."</span></div>