"You've seen<span style="font-style: italic">thangs</span>, huh?" Caine poked at Jared's southern twang while he slid the last three numbers into place. The lock opened with a heavy click. The worldly young man expected his guest to be skeptical of the film, anyone not aware of the secret would be. Caine had truly wanted to shake him with the backup evidence. He flipped open the file box and ran his fingers over the red velvet lining. Inside was an antique crystal vial necklace holding a genuine Vampire fang, his father's to be precise.<br/><br/>"You haven't seen anything yet country boy. I'll take you to the club soon enough, Nova's the type to close the joint. Feast your eyes on a family heirloom. It belonged to my old man before he died." Wrapping the long chain around his long fingers, Caine held up the vial for Jared to look at. "I'll give it to you after you spill some info for me. Did your buddies in the lab find out who bit Sandy? Oh sorry, you don't believe me yet. I mean who landed the killing puncture?"<br/><br/>Even though he already knew a few potential candidates, Caine wanted to be sure. There were parts of this plan he'd been out of the loop for. Even so he knew 'thangs' Jared could use. Caine observed people, came with both his nature and job description. A tiny part of him felt bad for the older cop. He seemed nice enough. Hopefully he wouldn't get too banged up from all of this...