"No?" Dean asked.
"You wanna know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyd's. A complete dive."
"Right. So what changed?" Sam wondered.
"You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing... he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh, and Mozart..." He cut off abruptly.
"What?" Dean and Lucie asked.
"It's funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent? Why... why just throw it away?"
STREET
Dean exited a building designated Animal Protection Agency, still wearing his suit. Sam, Lucie, Harriet and Cadence were waiting in the car. Dean got in the driver's side.
"So," Sam and Lana said.
"Secretary's name is Carly," Dean informed. "She's 23, she, uh, kayaks, and they're real."
"You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?" Sam asked.
Dean held up a page. "Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There's 19 calls in all. And, uh," he pulled off a Post-It note,"don't know what this thing is."
Sam took it, read it, and laughed. He glanced at Dean. "You mean Carly's MySpace address?"
"Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?" Sam laughed again. "Seriously, is that some sort of porn site?"
"No," Lucie answered with a laugh. "It's a social networking site."
"I wish," he muttered.
"Dean, children."
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They made their way to Dr. Pearlman's house and knocked on the door.
"I swear, if this is another freakin' Pomeranian barking in the neighbor's yard..." Dean trailed.
The door opened to reveal a young woman.
"Afternoon, ma'am," Dean greeted, pulling out an ID. "Uh, Animal Control."
"Oh, someone already came yesterday," the woman said.
"Oh, we're just following up," Sam explained. "We're looking for Dr. Sylvia Pearlman?"
They entered.
"The doctor, well, she, I don't know exactly when she'll be back, she left two days ago."
"Okay," Sam said. "And you are..."
"I'm Ms. Pearlman's maid."
"So where did the doctor go?" Dean questioned.
"I'm not sure. She just packed and went, she didn't say where. That stray dog, did you find it finally?"
"Oh, not yet," Lucie answered, holding her daughters' hands. "You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?"
"Well, no. I never ever heard it."
Dean took a photograph off the wall of Dr. Pearlman at a bar with two friends.
The woman continued. "I was almost starting to think the doctor was imagining things, but she's not like that, so..."
"Hey, you know I read she was, uh, chief surgeon at the hospital," Dean said. "She's gotta be what, 42, 43? That's pretty young for that job."
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Forged In The Fire
Mystery / ThrillerLucie and Dean have chosen to live separately while he goes on hunts and she stays home with the kids. But when she makes a concerned call to her brother-in-law, she decides to make her way to her husband. She becomes roped into her husband's life...
08. Crossroad Blues
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