If Jared was to retell the tale one day, he'd say he got the gold card before anyone on the homicide team did. But truth be told, the card had been taken when he was searched before Jared even arrived. All Jared could do was watch Cain walk away. He didn't say anything in response to him. He couldn't really arrest him in order to get better questioning. There was no crime or motive for when it came to Caine, so it was looking like Jared was just going to have to play Caine's game for now. He tossed the logic around a little bit. Sure, a witness would not want to be known as telling the cops everything if some tough guy named Nova might find out. But the damage was done, and if anyone was going to see Caine there? They would have done it by now. Either way, it was beginning to look like Jared would be attending a meeting the next night.<br/><br/>After a tedious hour or two of tracing through evidence, Jared had found the golden card that Caine referenced. He couldn't figure out what it was meant to be, it was like the size of a credit card, but just colored gold. There was no text to find on any of it, and further investigation via forensics only spotted some wear and tear and fingerprints of the victim. So why would Jared need this exactly? He dreaded to guess. But he got some sleep anyway. He layed up until he finally found the strngth to fall asleep. There were so many questions in his head. What was this golden card for? What was Caine's part in this, if any? Was Nova the killer? And for that matter, who was he anyway? What about the victims cause of death? Jared starting thinking about that. Maybe someone could tape claws to their fingertips and just stab at him? Or maybe it was someone's bare hands? What kind of person would kill like that?<br/><br/>When Jared came to in the morning he wasn't any less puzzled. There were parties in this he didn't even know about. He thought about going to see the family of the victim, but further analysis into it showed that Elias had no known nearby relatives and no known affiliates. Not even Caine. Though based on the life style, Jared wasn't surprised. These people spent their times at clubs, he'd guessed. After a day of digging around and finding nothing in terms of others to contact, Jared set out that night. He wore a white dress shirt and a black tie, with black dress pants. Now that he thought about it, the formalities weren't required. He rolled up his sleeves and shrugged it off. If this took longer than he hoped in terms of passing days, he'd stop dressing formal, but for now he headed to the address given.