<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:24<br/><br/>Back room of the King's Head Pub<br/><br/>Bran</strong><br/><br/>Ignoring your email for a moment you make a small scratch across your palm.  Rachel starts as if she's about to say something but you're ahead of her and make a deeper one.<br/><br/>Blood drips in and dissipates slightly in the water, though not as much as you might expect.  The individual drops are still clear until a flick of the fish's tail sets them moving and swirling.  Elongating into ribbons and roiling over each other to gradually form the outline of face.  Female, elderly, a pronounced chin.  Ronald frowns and mutters something about knowing her from somewhere but you've already placed her by the time another motion sets the blood swirling again before coalescing into a name: Jean Nodshorns.<br/><br/>She's a local busybody.  Letters constantly in the local paper, popping up regularly on the local news whenever they need an opinionated talking head.  You know her from her campaign last year to have skating banned from a few choice spots in the city centre - though its not your primary focus you know quite a few skaters and even signed a petition to keep places like the law courts, Haymarket and the Monument available.  It wasn't to be though and now Local Government Officers issue a fine to anyone skating, or even just relaxing if they have the temerity to be under twenty, in those areas.<br/><br/>While you take that in you check your phone.  You've received two emails from<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">johnsanderson@gmail.com</span>only a minute or two apart.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Thank God.  Call me as soon as you get a chance - 07854 837503.  John.</span>and then a moment or so later<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Found another person who might know something.  Just talking with her.  We should meet up.  Call me ASAP.  J.</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:38<br/><br/>Alley at the side of McDonalds, Northumberland Street<br/><br/>Miyo, Norm, Chris</strong><br/><br/>He puts one finger on the tip of his nose and points his other hand, cigarette and all, at Miyo.  "Spot on, pet.  You're spot on.  If you know what you're doing you can, like, syphon off the energy that's built up by this tension.  So when it builds up to unbearable for you, you just wind up shouting at the guy playing his music too loud on the bus and it all leaks out.  But you can learn to shape it.  Takes time to learn, like.  Not something you'd figure out on your own, or everyone could do it.  But you're absolutely spot on."<br/><br/>He glances at the cigarette as if he'd forgotten it was there and takes another drag, letting it out in two jets from his nose while he stares at Norm for a moment in confusion.<br/><br/>"That was it man, first aiders.  Sorry, totally forgot what we were talking about there.  First aiders, yeah.  Always good people to know, but especially for me.  See, you can shape other people's anger as well.  Well, I say as well, its actually way way easier to do.  Not even sure if you can do your own, some say yes, some say no.  So drawing this energy, this tension from other people.  You follow me?  But obviously drawing the anger out of them requires them to be, you know, angry.  In the first place.  So its not at all uncommon to take a fist to the face, man.  Not uncommon at all.  And figuring this little thing you've got going on...remind me what it was again?"  He frowns.<br/><br/>"Man, that's odd.  I remember you telling it me, but not a single thing about what you said."