Hitomi<br/><br/>Merideth writes down directions on a napkin. "And, from what I understand, her lover lives in the same place, just, y'know, on the other side." She passes her the napkin, then leans in, conspiratorially, "Watch yourself, girl. From what I've heard, the fae are real unhappy with the humans, right now, because of this."<br/><br/>Beatrice<br/><br/>The elevators cough and sputter on the way up, and she's pretty sure that she knocked out at least one slot machine on her way over, but the damage is minimal. At the top floor that civilians can reach, she spies a door, marked "Staff Only" with a very bored-looking police officer leaning on the wall next to it, near the center of the floor. As she watches, a man in a security uniform nods to him, and passes through the door, shutting it behind him.<br/><br/>Kettering<br/><br/>"Y-yes, sir," the junior officers reply, scurrying away to handle some important paperwork. The smells are, curiously, almost non-existent, up here... well, of the victim, anyway. If he walked out this way, he it was a long time ago. He only catches a whiff of his scent from the outside, and then, very faint; most of it had been blown away by the wind. A logical, albeit normally impossible, conclusion would be that he came to the outside of the roof, from up the nearly impossible to climb side of the building, or, possibly more likely, flew.<br/><br/>Leticia<br/><br/>Fredricks clears his throat, shuffling papers absently. "Information, I can get you. I've already agreed with your father to provide you with everything I give to the police. But, as far as getting to the crime scene, I'm afraid that my hands are tied, there. At least until they clear out, I can't let anyone up there but police, not even staff. You understand, right?" He passes her a few sheets of paper, giving the initial police report of the facts of the matter, as well as initial crime-scene photos. "I'll have what else we have for you in a few hours."<br/><br/>Blake<br/><br/>From the outside, at least, since the victims have been mostly fae or related to fae, and the deaths have been in places of power, held by creatures of magic origins, they seem to be sending a message, both to the faerie courts, and the magic community as a whole; a definite warning, given the increase in the audacity of the attacks, and the more and more blatant positioning of the deaths.<br/><br/>His first destination is a pawn shop, hidden in the shadows of a smaller casino, mostly forgotten by time, and wedged in between two buildings, the owner, a former drug dealer who turned 'clean' after a few years in prison and now runs a more 'legitimate' business, while still maintaining his former contacts.<br/><br/>Carmen<br/><br/>The guard recovers his composure enough to come to his senses and answer, in good time. "Haven't you heard, ma'am? Mr. Ortiz is dead... didn't you notice all the cops around?" A few seconds later,s he feels a hand on her shoulder; a female cop, who overheard the guard's reply. "A friend of Mr Ortiz's, were you? We might have a few questions for you, if you'd like to come with me. Nothing serious, we just want to know your connection with him."<br/><br/>If she doesn't resist, she'll be led to the upper floors, to one of the security offices, where she'll be offered coffee and doughnuts and questioned in a non-interrogative atmosphere.