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Clyde led Avery to a place downtown called, "Dexter Ingwald: Private Investigator". It was the day after Travis had been shot, and Clyde took Ave down after dropping his mom off at the hospital. Ave wasn't the least bit worried about Travis; he was a tough kid.

When they entered the building, Ave was immediately enchanted with the trinkets on the wall, the tampered maps pinned up behind the desks, and the overall smell of the place. It was wonderful. 

"Dex, ya here?" Clyde yelled.  No response. Clyde ran up a flight of stairs and again:

"Dex?" he shouted. Mumbles were heard from upstairs and Clyde walked down with a smaller man behind him. The man was wearing shorts and an undershirt, fiddling with a cigarette and a lighter. 

"Heres the kid," Clyde proclaimed, pointing at Ave. "I know he's a little scrawny," Clyde continued, "But I've seen him hold his own. And, he seems interested in what you do."

"Isn't everybody?" Dex sighed. Dex walked over to Ave and lifted him up, Ave scowling. "He's light, too."

"Cut it out!" Ave yelled at him and Dex backed off.

"Alright then. You sure you can take care of him?" Clyde asked Dex.

"Yeah. I'm sure. When do you think the cops are going to nab those guys?"

"The cops? Who do you think I am?" Clyde groaned.

"Right. When are you gonna be able to get them?"

"It shouldn't be over a week."

"Alright. That sounds fine...." Dex muttered, then pointed to a cot in the next room, "Avery, you sleep there. I will see you later Clyde, come back tomorrow and give me a heads up on progress. But now, I have some work to do. Avery, go to bed or something." 

Clyde left the building and drove off, and Dex paced around his desk.

"Do you know what a Private Investigator does, kid?" Dex asked him, Avery immediately sucked in. 

Keyword: avery mccoy detective grit noir the flashback part 2 nate stanford

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