Rat Race
12th of January 2007 A.D.
Knowing better than most the foulness that is the Black Court, knowing too that they have no allies to speak there is no reason to speak up as Lydia agrees to the terms. Still it seems strange that an elder among them, for elder it must be to have lived to see the dawning of the twenty first century, would attack not one but two factions. Perhaps it did not
know it was striking at anything more than the interests of the White Court, after all both victims had been incubi...
"These papers you recovered, where are they now?" Harry asks, straight to business as he sets down his almost untouched glass.
Arlene proffers a professionally effusive smile, showing gratitude, but not too much for a job assumed, but not finished. She pulls out a Blackberry in contrast to her ancient garb, not that you are one to talk about that and fires off a message. A moment later a somewhat timid looking young woman in a half-mask shows up bearing a cardboard box. She seems far less at ease under the eyes of guests than any of the servers.
Not staff, not here for long, you intuit as, at a closer look you notice the edge of a burn beneath her mask. Putting that together with Arlenes's feelings on the sex trade... this is someone recently rescued maybe.
You smile encouragingly at her as you join Harry and Lash in looking down into the box of effects. For those without anywhere to go back to it makes sense to find them a place in the temple.
Inside the box there is a pair of letters, a bullet, probably from a handgun and a diminutive skull.
"Brown rat," Lash proclaims as Harry adds "Round nosed bullet, .45mm, old school revolver or some kind, like Colt?"
You open the letter and read aloud:
It all started at Christmas, never really thought must of it growing up, my old man wasn't one for stockings and candy-canes, more the other kind of cane, but waking up next to a stiff is something else, especially one that had been strangled with a rope or something and me none the wiser. They could have started with a horse's head but nah, had to be a body for me to dispose of. You have any idea how hard it is to burn a body to ash Arlene darling? Nah you wouldn't would you, you have other uses for 'em?
As you pause the woman in question sighs. "it is a dark and bloody world out there Miss Carpenter and courage in the face of death is not alas the province of the good alone. Sometimes one must resort of more extreme methods to send a message to those who profit from the suffering of others. Kidnappers looking for payment will often cut off body parts to send to the victim's family. I save the cutting for when they are dead."
"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth," Lydia recites, without any particular invection. "Actually since they are dead one could even say that you do not take from them all you fairly could."
Harry looks like someone had slapped him across the face with a rotten fish, or you guess a severed hand, but Lash meets your gaze and nods slightly, she had noticed the little hitch and speed up in Arlene's tone just as you had. She's hiding something and using the shock confession as a veil.
Instead of challenging her on it you decide to read on, hoping to find more clues:
Three days later I have a fight with that bitch Silk about 'fishing in her pond', like the Xanadu would even be standing if it weren't for me and lo and behold someone damn near sets fire to the place. I ask some people around town, not going to name any names since I know you don't like me mentioning my friends, turns out it had been rats with matches, running all over the place. Has to be magic right? The guy I was talking to said normies used to pull that shit back in Merry Old England, but I'm 90% sure he was bullshitting me.
"They actually did do that and not just in England," Lydia interjects and Tiffany nods. "Cities used to be tinderboxes in the old days and its not
that hard to make sure a rat with its tail on fire will run where you want it to."
But the letter continues in a shakier hand:
I was right, Holy Ishtar I wish I wasn't. This rat comes into my room with a note between its teeth that says 'You've seen I can hurt ya mate and you've seen how I can help yea, lets' talk. Venetian Canals at midnight, I'll even bring you a snack.' As soon as I finished the rat jumped up and ate it right out of my hand. Killed it, just like out of pure instinct you know. I was gonna ignore the crazy son of a bitch altogether, cursing at the dead rat and shit when a bullet came though my window, parted my hair right down the middle, didn't break my skin. Guess I'll go. Leaving this letter, the bullet and the rat in here for you to find in case I don't come back.
The only other thing on the paper is the rather unnecessarily loopy signature:
Ken Mayeda.
"He didn't come back," Arlene says grimly. "The rat was already rotting when I got the box. Kenneth wasn't known for his common sense so I just kept the skull. We were about to launch into an investigation, cautiously, we have many rivals in town looking for weakness when the four of you showed up like the gift of the goddess."
"Even me?" Lash raises a perfect eyebrow in challenge.
"Tis not for me to judge who shall hold the serpent and the funeral torch for the wicked. In the weavings of the Great Gods all things have their place," the priestess replies.
What do you do next?
[] Use your Crown
-[] Write in on what and how
[] Challenge Arlene about not telling you everything
[] Travel to the Venetian Canals where one murder took place, perhaps a second also
[] Write in
OOC: Harry's feeling right at home, a murder to investigate, suddenly reminded of the ruthlessness of one of his allies, downright nostalgic.