The Bad Guy:
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 Part 9: The Conference: Part 2?
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 So far in the story: There's this detective dude. Someone comes into
his office. She tells him things. He gets some coffee. He enters the
door to his house. Etc, etc... you get the idea. In fact, I don'
really see the point of these catchup things anyway. I mean, really
now. If you didn't know what was going on by now, you could just
always read the previous ones. I mean, the whole idea of even doing
this is stupid. Like, you could at least just go back and read Part 8.
Here, I'll even hyperlink it for you. [There](badguy8), you happy now?
You'd better be. That link now makes this whole thing look ridiculous.
Yeah, so now you'd better actually go back and read it. In fact, just
to punish you if you don't, I'll go ahead and start this one with the
end of a sentence fragment. ...she looked just like Ann!!! In fact,
she even had the same voice as Ann. I couldn't believe it. It was so
weird that I had to talk to her afterward in the hot dog line. Yes,
that's right. They were serving hot dogs at the conference. I suppose
this would be so that you could try their mustard on one of them.

 While I was waiting in line, I wondered what would happen if I got a
hot dog without any mustard. Maybe I could make up some story about it
being against my religious beliefs. It would be kinda funny cause, I
mean, whose religion would be against mustard? Like, that's just
ridiculous. I mean, nobody's gonna have some religious belief against
mustard. Nobody's got that. Right?

 Anyway, I happened to see her serving hot dogs, and fortunately that
just happened to be in the line that I was in. Once I reached the top
of the line, I approached her and complemented her on the good job she
did with the closing ceremonies. She thanked me and then asked me
something kind of strange:

 "What are you doing here anyway? Are you following me around?"

 What? I just met her right now I thought. I mean, she only looked
like Ann, but her name was something else. At least, that's what I
thought. Unless, of course, Ann was here as well and I just happened
to confuse the two.

 "I don't understand," I replied. "The chief just sent me down here to
go to this conference. I don't even know why he sent me. He just did."

 After I said that, I wondered if I had said too much. Maybe I wasn't
supposed to mention anything about the chief. But if it was Ann, then
she would already know anyway.

 "Don't you give me that crap," the woman said. "I mean, if you *are*
really that stupid to believe that the chief would just randomly send
you here for no good reason... I mean, come on. Are you that
retarded?"

 "Well, I must be that retarded cause I remember you telling me that
your name was Ann, yet they introduced you as someone else in the
ceremony."

 "WHY DO I TRUST THE POLICE AT ALL???" she said, looking exasperated.
"Can one not give an anonymous tip without the police trying to track
down who that person really is? Do you have any ethics at all? Do you
have no shame? Seriously, after this conference is over, I'm going
straight over to the Arkwood Pond sheriffs departement and filing a
grievance. This is just... hold on..."

 She paused for a moment. My mind was full of all sorts of questions.
Was I sent here to discover who a certain anonymous source was? Why
would the departement do that? Did she make up the name Ann, or did I
just misinterpret what she said? What has captivated her attention?
Why is she...

 "Just take a quick look over there real quick, but just look real
natural. I think that that might be the man with the paper bag that I
was telling you about."

 *Read [part 7](badguy7) (or [eight](badguy8)), and don't forget to
read [part 10](badguy10).*

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