Harry spent a few more moment glaring at the phone that had so blatantly ruined his plans. Oh this was just great! You'd think he'd be used to the universe's ability to throw excrement at him every other moment of the day but no he really wasn't. Was it really too much to ask for one single evening to have a beer and eat a damned sandwich without the whole universe exploding. Well if they didn't get going they wouldn't be there in ten minutes. He turned back to Molly and gave her a half-hearted smile,<span style="color: #00BF80">"Well come on Padawan, we might as well get this over with,"</span>He grabbed his staff and rod out of the fire, after turning it off of course. Then he opened the door and left with Molly in tow.<br/><br/>The drive to the hotel didn't take long and was done in complete silence. Harry was grumpy, tired and not in the mood to do more work this evening. Frankly he'd really had enough. He wanted to just unwind. He'd had so little sleep, oh wait he'd had none for the last three night and he was pretty sure he'd pass out from lack of sleep soon if he didn't get any tonight.<br/><br/>Harry pulled up the beetle to the curb, before he got out and headed towards the hotel. It was odd, Murphey wasn't at the front of the hotel instead we were met by a man who seemed less than impressed to see us. Harry had pinned the little laminated card on his chest that the city had given him to mark the fact he was a consultant. He looked around the hotel and noticed it was rather deserted, there seemed to be few guests in the place. A few police cars and the coroners meat wagon sat on the curb parked illegally of course.<br/><br/>Harry stoped walking right in front of the cop who was eyeballing him and gave a wan little smile,<span style="color: #00BF80">"were here to see Murphey,"</span>Harry said to him wondering if the cop would let them in or go and get Murphey. To Molly he said in a soft voice,<span style="color: #00BF80">"keep your senses open."</span><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Murphey was looking over the rest of the scene. She took note that the bathroom of the room had a closed door, when she pushed it open she found the tub full of water tinged red with what could only be blood. A trail of water and blood led to the sink which was covered in blood and the counter was just as covered in the red liquid with a white towel thrown into the sink soaking up t he bloody water that was filling it too. The set of bloody footprints led back into the other door leading into the bathroom, as Murphey entered the next room and turned on the light she took note of three things all at once. A small third form lay curled on its side soaked in water and blood, another male, this one was naked, his neck was cut from ear to ear. The pool of blood around his body was much larger than that of the others. The rest of him was pristine, not a single mark on him. The room was a closet which had three suitcases and a few hangers. There was no way out of the room and it was evident the man had gone into the room to hide. The wet carpet held only his footprints and there was no knife anywhere. No bloodstain or drops or footprints leading out of the room. Only those that he had made running in here.<br/><br/>Murphey left the room and headed back to the main room where the bodies lay between the two beds. One bed was still made. The TV was turned off. Nothing else was out of place Murphey had confirmed this as she'd walked a full circle of the room. Even the safe had never been touched in the back room. She had no idea what had happened.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Freya leaned back into her couch watching him leave, she loved how she could mess with him with nothing but a single touch. Her eyes closed as she savored the power it gave her. She felt her body relax and the glass slipped from her fingers falling to the ground where it landed with a gentle thud of glass on fine carpeting. The glass was empty and sleep too Freya quickly. She enjoyed the feeling of his lingering scent in the air as her mind drifted into sleep, into that bliss for only a few moments. She'd sleep for a little, then rise again. She was pretty sure the drink had been spiked, it was too early for sleep to take her. But her mind was already slipping into darkness and she savored his scent instead and his lingering silken skin on her fingers.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Reznik gave her a light smile warming his otherwise cold dark hazel eyes.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Thank you, miss Kasey, I won't keep you out late,"</span>he said with a light gentle tone to his voice. His eyes scanning her form once more before leaning back in his seat finishing the last of his sandwich.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"I just came up from Mexico,"</span>he said as he took a long drink of his ale. He was about to offer the walk her home when she quickly ran out of the tavern and left him frowning.<br/><br/>Infuriated he rose and slowly followed her out, but she was already gone by the time he left the tavern. She must have sensed something from him. He let his eyes drift close in the cold air and slowly walked off towards the next street. Heading down towards another street. Another place to begin his game again. He lightly twirled his hand into his pockets and started down along the streets weaving around the crowds, seeking the appropriate mark for his next game. He saw it moments later.<br/><br/>A young man walking hand in hand with another young man. Reznik smiled as he fell in behind them like a deadly shadow.