<span style="font-style: italic">Caine Guillermo smirked confidently, Mistress Midnight was going to be tickled pink. He'd found exactly what she'd ordered. White slacks with black pinstripes and matching vest over an indigo silk shirt labeled him dressed for success. All who had an appointment were required to. The pallid, lanky teen's steps echoed on the marble floor as he followed it through a modern gothic lobby. Caine's coffee brown eyes glanced over its black crystal chandelier dangling overhead and sleek black leather furniture along deep scarlet walls. One day he'd delve into the old pockets and indulge himself in something similar, a place of business to call his own seemed much more intimidating than meeting clients in his living room. <br/><br/>He snapped himself back into the present without skipping a beat. Two burly werewolves stood guard in front of Mistress Midnight's office, the grey one held out his scarred hand upon approaching. "You know the drill Youngblood." Caine chuckled and surrendered his messenger bag. "Save the scare tactics for Halloween, Gary. I'm clean and you know it." The smaller brown wolf beside Gary snorted in his attempt to stifle snickering. "I keep tellin' you to watch your mouth, boy. Whether we like you or not it's protocol." He replied jovially. Gary sniffed the bag to his satisfaction and tossed it back. He rumbled an 'okay'. The two sentries opened the heavy wood double doors, allowing Caine access. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night!" He teased. "Keep it up! I'll put a steak in there next time and really throw your asses off. Gary, Edlemann..."<br/><br/>The doors soundlessly shut. He shivered a little, adrenaline had kicked in. Before approaching his boss's ornately carved ebony desk, Caine ran his fingers through his long wavy hair one last time. "Good evening Mistress. I found him. His name is Jared Bosler and he works with the boys in blue." He took some photos out of his bag and pushed them forward. The roaring fireplace behind Mistress Midnight's chair cast deep shadows over her. Long shapely legs clad in sheer black lace stockings gracefully emerged from the darkness. They crossed at the ankle on her desk, revealing blood red stilettos on her feet. "Excellent as usual, Mr. Guillermo." She purred, "Simply excellent."</span><br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Presently, Caine leaned against the alleyway's slick brick wall nonchalantly and watched the cops work from a safe distance. He'd been told to keep it casual in his 'witness' role. He'd left the roots black when dying his hair turquoise and let it messily frame the left side of his angular face. Faded jeans, black combat boots, and a cameo hoodie without sleeves helped too. As Jared spoke with an associate Caine listened intently but spit the ground in contempt. 'Prints? Bottle openers? Ain't nobody got time for that! C'mon Jay-Jay, impress me a little.' The cheeky teen kept a wary glare on Jared until he walked up. Perhaps Mistress put all her eggs in one basket on this one. He didn't seem too bright currently but only keeping character would get Caine close enough to tell otherwise.<br/><br/>He shook Jared's hand firmly and kept eye contact. "Caine. I can tell you a lot." He scowled at Elias's corpse for a second or two then snorted. "Sandy's mom might as well have popped out a rock. He was dumb as shit." Reaching into his pocket a minute he fished out a cigarette and lighter. After taking a long drag, he blew the smoke out angrily then brought his gaze back to Jared. "Sandy got into some trouble earlier tonight where we hang out and left. I came to check on him about an hour ago and found him like that. I was the one who called you guys. We're not even three blocks from his place! He should've listened to me..."