Watching the two with great interest, it wasn't until much later after the two had packed up into their car and left for a little celebratory feast had the raven finally remembered why the smaller seemed so familiar to him. " ah... there you are." Evelyn. It was the name of the main character in the original high school production that had tempted the younger male so. The play was about a young girl in the Victorian age who was raised by her father- her mother's body was there but her brain wasn't thanks to the lobotomy of the time. The young maiden came from a rich line and was to be forced into marrying a wealthy male. Displeased with this, the heroine instead made an attempt to run off with her true love but instead was caught and forced to marry. Unhappy, Evelyn would then be pressured into Lobotomy herself- while she knew what was to become of her, no wasn't an option. It was quite a morbid play, but hell .. what play wasn't?<br/><br/>Lost in his own thought, a good twenty or so minutes passed before the killer had finally made his way back to where his garbage bag was supposed to be only to pause. It wasn't there anymore... what's more, there was so sign of it begin dragged what so ever: not even where he himself had dragged it. Clearly this wasn't the work of a cop.. no. It was someone far more.. sinister. On the alert, Illestrade stood rigid as he moved around, now expecting someone to show themselves and after a minute the culprit finally did. A tall male fashioned in a tuxedo with gloves adjusted his tie- his lips currently in a frown. " I thought I specified that I wanted the ingredients to be fresh, not sitting out on the floor to turn cold and left to the wolves." Obviously displeased, the dark haired speaker folded his hands slightly and rose a brow, as if inclining the other to explain himself.<br/><br/>" .... Sorry, a cute little bunny caught my eye and I couldn't help but follow. Too bad he was protected by a bear... no worries though, it won't be too difficult to find his din and flush him out later. As for your dinner, it might be cold but at least you didn't have to go out and prepare it yourself. Do you really have any room to complain if you order to go? Of course it's convenience over quality. Anyways.. I take it that you've taken care of your end of the bargain? If that's all, I'll be leaving now. I have other matters to tend to. Enjoy. " With that and a slight tsk of the peculiarly dressed male, Illestrade was off.<br/><br/>Where should he go first? There were so many options here, his mind was reeling with excitement. The two were talking about getting coffee and doughnuts but didn't specify where. This wasn't much of a problem though since there were only a handful of doughnut shops nearby and even fewer open this early. There was actually only one shop he could think of still open, so he could go to Loui's. Or, he could wait and casually check out Mac's until the other finally came by... hell, there was even room to go up to the police station and ask for the newbie personally. Mac's was the safest bet, the police station was quite risky but potentially worth it.. However, there was one thing that both of these plans needed that the first didn't need: time and patience. His decision made in the blink of an eye, the raven soon found himself parking a few cars length away from a police car and a few minutes later, he was inside of a place crawling with at least three more cops.<br/><br/>The detective might as well had plastered 'wanted criminal' on his forehead, though he thankfully had enough sense to go home to shower and change first before chasing after a cop. A black coffee and a glazed doughnut later, the raven found himself sitting down at a booth adjacent from the two as he casually sipped his coffee and stared out the window. At least, it looked like he was staring out the window. Instead, his sight was fixated on the smaller cop's reflection as the two talked and played around merrily. Enjoy yourself my dear Evelyn, enjoy it while it lasts.