Exton

The package sat on the table. There was a scent of blood, not strong, but there, so not something that was still bleeding when packaged, not strong enough to be a body part. Stoney's hands rest on the flaps. 

He looks at the address again.

Bloodstone
c/o Montenegro
The Twisted Tit Tavern

Only one person would send it here.

Stoney opens the flaps. Inside, nestled in a bed of tissue paper, is the lace and satin Alise had worn. Stoney's hands grip the sides and slowly rip the box. He picks up the pieces. Someone makes a move to stop him and Stoney growls softly. He smooths out the paper and lays the fabric gently in the middle, carefully folding it.

His eyes are blank as he looks up at Mortuis. "Can you trace her with the energy on these?" He holds the wrapped package out, being careful to let no one else touch the set. "Silk's done it. I know. She found me this way once. Can you?"