(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br/><br/>Taryn bit back a demonic oath at the news. Common graffiti was no big deal, of course. Of, certainly, it was annoying enough, but you cleaned it up and moved on. Part of the cost of doing business. She even let it go sometimes, along the side of her club that faces the alley, the part that none of her customers were expected to see. It let the kids feel like they were getting away from something and kept them away from the more public areas. Getting gang tagged, however, that was something else entirely. It declared ownership. You let that happen and it led to fees, then protection rackets, then uninvited guests disturbing her actual guests, then people mysteriously disappearing and having to cover it all up. And worse, worse than everything, was them laying hands on her people! "Get Tommy top care," she replied to her assistant, though it was hardly needed. "Whatever leave he needs, too. Fully paid, with a fat bonus on top. And the crew on alert. Bring in the temps, too. Next time they come by, I want us ready, so it doesn't happen a third time."<br/><br/>Taryn sighed. This was not something she wanted to be dealing with. She had so much better things to do. Like that fat-cat demon who wanted to borrow a mortal for a run on the town. Of course, that was standard business, find some poor schlob and run a standard dark ritual to force the demon into them. And end up with a useless, empty husk. So she'd come upon the idea of finding herself a permanent host, some pervert who'd get off on the idea of having something nasty and evil control them for a night. And the demon bit hard on the idea. But now, she'd have to find someone like that and someone powerful to come up with a new ritual for her. Except that now, she had to deal with that gang stuff instead.<br/><br/>Well, nothing to it. She ran her contacts to look for a pair of familiar numbers. Frank and Blaine. The first was her go to for most of her schemes and she'd been planning to call him about this one, too, but the second, well, she had a gang of her own, didn't she? And there was a reason Taryn had been letting her bum around in her place all day. Maybe now was the time to call upon a favour or too. So her number was the one Taryn rang, not knowing yet that she was already involved. Of course, she made sure to step well clear of Frank, the Frank that was near her, and Fiona. This was no longer police business and she had no intention of making it easy for them to listen in. Besides, she owed Fiona a favour, too, and the less she reminded her, the better it was, she felt.