Exton

Tori helps Ike clear away the plates and hauls a chair over. Torrent already has a drink and is laughing with the Riders. Keon slides past Jack's booth. He raises a brow at the self-satisfied smirk on his friend's face. He vows to find out later what that is all about.

Ike pulls another table over to the Riders' and Keon snags a chair. "Twillon will be joining us in a bit, as will Weebit. She has just returned from another treatment and is not feeling her best. I know I need not ask ye all to be kind."

The Riders nod, and Guunnar's head swivels to the door. "Ach, vone *smerte i røven tossed out and another enters. Sumvone needs to..."

Ramji looks at the man and shakes his head. Dmitri's foot touches his and he turns. Laila shadows her master, hair covered by a veil. As they pass the Riders and Dark Lords, Ranji bows his head to hide a smile. The veil is the blue silk yasmak he had hung in her room. Her eyes meet his and she smiles, quickly schooling her features before catching up with Rath.

She heads to the bar for Rath's drink and Ramji excuses himself. He carries an empty glass to the bar and sidles in next to her. Monty takes her order, then Ramji's empty glass, filling both.

Ramji glances at her, careful to make it look like he is watching Monty. "The blue becomes you. It is color you should wear more often."

He accepts his glass from Monty and returns to the table in time to hold the chair for Twillon's petite blonde companion. She smiles and settles carefully in the chair, not sitting back.

"Lord Twillon, I am surprised. I thought Miss Weebit was joining us. Who is this  beautiful creature?" He kisses her hand, eyes watching as Laila makes her way carefully back to Rath.

The blonde smiles, although pain dulls her eyes. Twillon cheerfully scolds the Rider."Ramji stop. It will go to her head."

She tosses her hair carefully, but smiles. "I am not the one with an ego Twillon, We leave such things to Sidhe men."

Laughter erupts as Twillon bows his head to Weebit. Keon grins at his friend. "Touche' mate. The lass has developed quite the wit."

Tori slides into the chair next to Guunnar. Her grins at her and she shakes her head. "Don't get any ideas big man. It's the only free seat."

His grin turns into a pout, and she laughs. Her phone buzzes and she clicks it open. Without a word, she rises and hurries to the private room. Moments later she comes out, snags her laptop from its spot under the bar and disappears again.

Alone, she locks the door and taps in a password. A page opens with messages. Five locals have emailed the hotline she and Mortuis have set up. One of them had called the 1-800 number.

Reading through the emails, Tori snaps open her phone and dials a number. Ending that call she makes another.

"Mortuis, something strange happened last night. It seems there was an incident sometime during the Wake. No, not AT the Wake, other side of town..." She listens a moment. "Yeah, well the cops won't have anything to go on. The alley smells like a slaughter house, at least to Shifter senses. Too much blood splattered for any normal attack."

"I checked with the chief. No body, no missing person report. One of the reports came from one of the cop's on day shift. yeah, unofficial. How could he claim to have smelled the crime scene? He was the one who said it is definitely HUMAN blood."


*pain in the ass