<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">|| <strong>Name</strong>: Aveline Harper || <strong>Place</strong>: The Red Lady Club/Aveline's Office || <strong>Wearing</strong>: Dress (http://i.imgur.com/Ew7RmqP.jpg) || <strong>Tagging</strong>: Liliana ||</span></div><hr/>Aveline listened, as she always listened. People were easy to read when you knew what to look for, and even if what she said wasn't much to Liliana, to the heiress of the Harper line the tiny details could say a lot.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_u">{Liliana}</span> “I um, I had just gotten off the late greyhound bus and... I remember thinking about how lucky I was that daddy insisted on the wheeled luggage, because I had to walk a couple blocks from the bus stop... I knew then that there was something amiss... daddy knew I was coming and he'd have been there to pick me up, even though it was just a few blocks... mom and dad were always asking me when I was going to come home and see them... daddy would have been right there in a heart beat...”</span><br/><br/>Anyone who knew Detective Sinclaire and his daughter could've figured out he would've gone to meet her. And if it was a regular thing then it was a routine that could've been followed by someone who watched him for long enough, they could've gotten him as he went to get into his car. She kept hold of her hand and stroked it reassuringly, urging her on.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_u">{Liliana}</span> “Daddy's car... the driver's side door was ajar, which was weird... he was always so finicky about making sure the battery didn't get drained, he never liked the doors left ajar... I always laughed at him for that... but um, anyway, I noticed the car was really messy inside, like someone had been looking for something... but I figured maybe daddy misplaced something for a case and had been looking for it in the car that night, so I brushed it aside...”</span><br/><br/>Someone targeting him for a information or a case then, rather than going after his daughter. They were just catching him at a vulnerable moment. Open door, so everything was rushed, meaning the possibility of an ambush. Aveline's mind worked a hundred miles a minute while still retaining the compassionate air about her, with a gentle smile and a squeeze of the hand.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_u">{Liliana}</span> “The front door was unlocked and if you know anything about detectives, which I am certain you know all about how daddy was about that stuff, it was highly unusual and made me extremely cautious as I went inside... the house was torn apart, like really bad, stuff was torn everywhere, lamps were shattered and furniture broken... they were in the living room when I found them... both of them were face down on the floor, gashes everywhere all over their bodies, it looked like several bones had been broken as well... I... I tried touching everything I could to try and get some clues as to what happened, but I think maybe... someone might have possibly anticipated me, I'm not sure though... I just get the weird suspicion that certain objects were removed from the house...”</span><br/><br/>A very messy job. Nothing of the professional kind. Someone who was desperate, who wanted something quickly and didn't care what state they left things in. Gashes... She wanted to ask about if they looked like knife marks or claw marks but it certainly wasn't the right moment to delve into details when the poor girl looked so upset. The blonde reached forwards and softly wiped away the tears she'd shed, cupping her face with a kind hand as she explained further about her powers. If they knew Detective Sinclaire had a daughter they would've certainly anticipated she would've inherited his abilities. They might not have been bothered about the state they left things in for human law enforcement but they would've been concerned about Demon Hunters investigating things, so any auras and other magical traces would've been wiped.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_u">{Liliana}</span> “Oh, um, I inherited my father's psychic abilities, I can pretty much do everything he could... just you know, not with as much expertise as him, he obviously had more time to practice than me. The one time having these abilities could have actually done me some service and I got natta, zilch, nothing... fate really can be cruel... Anyway... I was hoping you might at least know which case daddy was working on last, is it possible he could have made enemies bigger and badder than himself? Gotten too close to something really big maybe? I know that all sounds like something out of a Sherlock Holmes novel, but I can't think of any other explanation...”</span><br/><br/>Aveline patted her cheek a final time, leaning back to simply continue stroking the young woman's hand as she looked thoughtful, trying to recall anything that the man would've told her the last time she saw him.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to say I can't recall what kind of case he would've been working on. Your father never came to me seeking only one kind of information." Aveline explained, sitting back in her seat and crossing her leg gracefully. "Considering the nature of this club, he would arrive and ask for all kinds of information that anyone might have overheard, or came asking about a handful of people at once. In exchange for looking into a few personal cases for me, I'd give him what I knew about what topics he wanted to know."<br/><br/>She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, pink eyes gazing off slightly into the distance. Her eyes were the only unusual thing about her, the only overt hint to her bloodline, and one she never really wanted to hide. Pausing only for a moment to think of what else to say, she then continued.<br/><br/>"From what you've told me, it's clear someone had watched him for a while. Long enough to know he'd be coming to meet you, that he'd be vulnerable for just a moment while he was getting to his car, not suspecting a thing. Someone who wanted to hide something and was desperate to get what they could."