Sig was a true artist in the ways of verbal manipulation, and though it was clear neither of them wanted to move forward with this, they had made their decision. For Blue. For Eivind’s pack. The words coming from his lover’s lips, though nothing more than a series of lies built upon half-truths, were easy and believable. It was simple enough for Stellan to cling to Sig’s words and build upon them. Sig made everything seem so plausible, and Lofgren was all too willing to believe that his favorite toy was still out there somewhere, simply hiding.<br/><br/>“We’d heard of the rumors for a while, but they were just that,” Stellan explained, thinking on his toes, weaving through Lofgren’s growing anger and twisting it to his benefit. “Me and Sig were interested, but we didn’t want to bring it to you in case nothin’ came of it. No point wastin’ your time if all we were hearin’ was a load of shit. But something happened the other day that I wanted to bring to your attention. Just you, ‘cause we didn’t want anyone else takin’ the credit for figurin’ this thing out,” he added quickly, hoping to wave away why he didn’t bother attempting to get into contact with the alpha via alternative means.<br/><br/>“We were out late the other night, gettin’ some drinks, when we saw this tall, scrawny thing. Never seen the kid before but he somehow felt familiar, y’know? Dark hair, creamy skin, and bright gray eyes. Pretty, in that feminine kinda way. We’re curious, so we go to talk to the kid. Tells us his name, chats it up with us. Has a bit of a mouth on him. And I notice he’s wearin’ this sleeveless shirt, and even under the low lights I can see his shoulder, all scarred up. But not just normal scars. Kid has holdin’ marks on him.”<br/><br/>Stellan was watching Lofgren’s eyes, searching for that spark of recognition. If any doubt lingered about whether Blue was alive, such an intimate detail would surely exorcise all skepticism from the alpha’s mind.<br/><br/>“Sig was the one to really put it all together and make friends with him.” He paused, inhaling through flared nostrils, forcing himself to loosen a tightened jaw, seemingly locking up in protest. “He suggested we bring this to you, in case you were interested. We, uh, we know where he’s stayin’, Lof. If you want, we know how to get Blue.”