When the whole area began flooding with cops Lilith had hid in the shadows and floated to the rooftop of the building opposite the carnage in the diner and sat down watching and thinking. She had no desire to get caught up in their investigation, as brief as that might be after Fion's little threat, neither as a witness or as a suspect, and she certainly had no desire to be brought back to the orphanage. She lit another cigarette and smoked it, slowly, while taking stock of the evenings events. Those careless witches who had caused the trouble were probably part of a coven of some sort and Fion some kind of enforcer cleaning up after them when things went badly.<br/><br/>She took out her mother's journal from the bag around her shoulder and opened it to the last page. There was an address and a name: Jemima Frupp; 22 Chestnut Lane. It could be where the coven congregated and Jemima Frupp might be their high priestess, or maybe she was when the journal was written. The address and name was the reason Lilith was in town. She was seeking guidance and also more information on her family but then she had gotten caught up in fighting a demon possessing a young girl, presumably a witch. Things were stating to take an interesting turn.<br/><br/>Crushing the cigarette against the concrete she walked to the other end of the roof, descended into a different alley from the one where she had fought Ezrorath, stepped where she found an ATM. She placed her left hand on the keypad and her right on the card slot, closed her eyes and tried to think of a reasonable sum of money. Seconds later the machine began whirring and almost spat out eight crisp Ben Franklins. She took them and then hailed the first cab she saw and gave the driver the address from her mother's journal. Unless the witches responsible for the unfinished summoning were renegades that's where she expected to find them, hopefully along with the answers to a few of her questions.