Crowley came up on the outskirts of the town, staying to the shadows.  He flitted through the alleys, looking for signs of disturbances.  The town's streets were quiet, which was unusual.  Pubs and taverns were usually nearing closing time, and the nightly drunks and roughhousers should have been filling the streets by now.<br/><br/>Crowley stopped, when a sudden, piercing shriek filled the air.  Crowley moved quickly behind cover and glanced out the alley.  A group of drunks surrounded someone on the ground and were shouting something that he couldn't understand.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Oh, smart girl!  That /is/ how I found you, and it /was/ so fun to throw water on you.  Now, though, why on Earth would I want to steal that awful necklace of yours?"  Nathan smiled, but it did not reach his eyes.  His eyes were cold and dead, with a slight glimmer of menace as he looked over the girl.