When she was finally done with the wax, it was already starting to cool outside.  Good, though truth be told Velma wasn't necessarily bothered by the heat, but who wanted to be warm and generally sticky?  Not she, though her body looked stunning with a sheen of sweat she believed, but again, hot sticking and alone was the key.  She brought the wax with her - in case she had a brief opportunity to test it on a 'volunteer' - and headed out, to the cooler part of the dock.<br/><br/>And thus began her questioning, avoiding the Defenders of course, for she had been dismissed.  Lord knows she didn't need them harassing her for continuing her investigtion and undermining their job, of which she was arguably objectively better at by and large.  Though judging by her largely fruitless results - 'cept the lewd ones of course, it was always rather fun, and if she had time, perhaps she'd even partake if they were talented enough with their tongue (words, that is) - one would be hard pressed to assume she was some genius at this particular job.  It was quite some time before she got a bite while fishing, but a bite she did get!<br/><br/>A fisherman as a witness... that was quite important, and the man would be back before she had to meet with her cient!  Velma liked her luck, quite a bit at that, for now she had a couple hours to kill after following through on the rest of her leads and calling it quits.  Some was spent thinking, such as thinking that the 'music' sounded like a fit for the residual magical effects she'd found, and the rest...<br/><br/>...well, perhaps she'd find something FUN to do...