He eyed the file, glancing at it subtly enough the Feds wouldn't notice but cursing under his breath that he couldn't simply snatch it from them.<br/><br/>"There's something here that's not human," Tom said quietly enough only the Feds and Faith could hear him. "I don't know whether you're trying to cover up what it's doing or whether you're as clueless as we are but before some local nut with a gun kills it you need to start giving me a straight answer."<br/><br/>"The women are...collateral damage," the coffee-drinking Fed said. "Leave it to us, I'm sure you can find a convenient scapegoat for the murders."<br/><br/>""You son of a-" Tom started saying before his phone buzzed. He took one look at the screen and smiled. "Well I think we're done here," he said to the two men. "I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon." He stood up, taking Faith by the hand and leading her out of the café, dialling a number on his phone. "Taz, you sure this information is good? Okay, we'll be over there asap."