Shadows Disinterred: Day 9

Word Count: 54,010

Summary of Events:
Dallas officially solidified with Lauren that they were breaking up — which caused her to make a scene and threaten him with her nightstick — then he got invited to his niece's birthday party and called his grandma for present advice; during that call he was called back by the classified syndicate with results on their investigation. Following the call Dallas discussed plans as a result of the call with one of his best friends and fellow officers. Dallas then went on a date with another fellow officer just to get her to leave him alone, being as he didn't really like her.

Excerpt of the Day:
""Are you up to much lately?" his grandma asked.
"Well, I've been waiting for a phone call for about four days already," Dallas replied.
"Ah," his grandma said. "Should I let you go?"
"I don't know," Dallas replied.
"You probably can't talk about your case with me anyways," his grandma said.
"No," Dallas replied.
"Will you be able to come out to our place, not this Sunday, but the Sunday after for our July gathering?" his grandma asked.
"I probably could," Dallas replied. "I'm running low on leftovers again anyways."
His grandma laughed. "Yes we could probably set you up with those."
Dallas' desk phone rang. "I think I've got my call Grandma, I need to go."
"Of course," his grandma said. "Take care of yourself."
"I will," Dallas replied before quickly ending the call and picking up the desk phone to silence it. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Dallas Klybanowsky of the RCMP?" a woman asked.
"It is, yes," Dallas replied.
The woman identified herself as being from the classified syndicate. "You requested we investigate an advertisement placed with our syndicate looking for farm labour in Saskatchewan?"
"Yes," Dallas replied eagerly.
"We located the–"
"I don't care how you found it," Dallas interrupted. "I just want to know what you found, I've been waiting for four days for this, and time is of the essence."
"Oh, sorry," the woman said. "Um, well, the advertisement was placed by a user known as D two thousand P using a computer that we determined to be a public use computer at the Prince Albert Public Library. I hope that information helps you."
"Thank you," Dallas said flatly, setting the phone back down.
These women were smarter than Dallas had thought, the username meant absolutely nothing — although it suggested corroboration because of the D and the fact that one of the women was known as Debbie — and there was no way that Dallas was going to be able to pinpoint exactly who'd used the Prince Albert Public Library's computer to place the ad.
Putting his face in his hands, Dallas sighed. It'd dead-ended. He had nothing, absolutely nothing. How was he going to get anywhere?
He still had the phone number. Dallas removed his face from his hands and brought up the image of the advertisement. There was still the ability to investigate the phone number, and even if the number was unlisted, Sasktel knew who it belonged to and they would probably be willing — if they weren't bound by law — to reveal who the number belonged to, especially if he told them lives depended on it.
But Dallas could also call the number himself, talk to the killers himself. Maybe he could even apply for the job and then be the mole and get solid evidence to arrest them on without them even knowing he was a cop."