The day had been hot to begin, but the rain had come like some grumpy relative and left without a real goodbye. It made the evening fresh, though, but the chill of the coming night thrived in the humidity. This kind of day was perfect to rejuvenate the undergrowth and mold on society, of which there had been plenty, lately. The man who would accept the title as insect in the city jungle was standing just outside the lonely lamp protruding from one side of the brick alley. He'd fucked a girl silly behind this dumpster some nights ago. Rammed her until she threw up and had her kneeling in her own sick while cleaning him off with her tongue and thanking him in her muffled, crazed voice.<br/><br/>Lots of debauchery to go around. But the counter reaction was there too. The supposed law had its stars, just like the murky world, and a detective worth her salt had reached out through the seedy cosmos to hunt for a guide. He'd responded, bargaining to raise the fee just a bit. Better she believe this was for the money. Lauri Crantz had enough money. He was filling his accounts just standing here, with his hands in his well-worn hoodie, cloaked and dark. The best investments grow themselves.<br/><br/>His face was pretty and gaunt. If it wasn't for his hard expression and the blade of his jaw, he could have been mistaken for one of the slaves and pets swarming this city. He didn't whore unless he felt like it. He kept his hair short to his skull and allowed for a bit of scruff too, so there was little in the way of his natural handsome. Big mouth and blue eyes. He looked like a prince and a hooligan. It was perfect, because he could sell naivety and be threatening in the same sentence.<br/><br/>He sighed and looked up, vision still clinging to the abuse from the cheap lighting, which meant he had to stare quite a while before the sky made itself deeper above him. It was a flawless blend between remnants of sunlight and encroaching night. Just outside the city limits, at this time of day, you could see stars through the still colored atmosphere. Lauri put a cigarette between his lewd lips. He was a sentimentalist, but he picked and chose which things he fell for.<br/><br/>He'd told her here and now on the phone he'd used. She could track it if she wanted, but he doubted her beginning chase had the kind of funding or attention needed. It would still just lead her to him, which was already what they'd agreed on. Many dicks and pigs were on this case, but she was the only one with the right idea, at least as far as he was concerned. He lifted a match while his throat was outstretched and his stare was light-years away. The dry, fragrant head of the cheap, unlit fire tapped against the scruff on his cheek before he sighed and shot the unfulfilled source of flame to the side and looked around. He was becoming anxious, just waiting here, rolling the filter between his teeth.