11-09-2018, 10:00 PM
Jerry had spent hours upon hours scouring footage of the Vega house, sitting outside, reading files of known acquaintances, finding connections. Where was the weakness, how could he exploit it. What was the best place to go.
It seemed since coming to Moscow the boy god was friends with an missing girl. Though recent reports suggested the girl was dead, a god killed her, and yet he wasn't sure it was that simple. Too many coincidences, too many similarities.
It was all a matter of finding the right information. So today instead of sitting a stake out, Jerry made his way into a tattoo parlor. A popular one from the recommendations he'd received around town. The proprietor was dead - heart attack at a young age, but the catch here was the dead man was a former lover of the boy gods friend. The dead one. Coincidence?
The door jingled as he opened it and the man inside looked up from his current project, "I'll be with you when I'm done here." Jerry didn't really care, he was here to look around. He saw pictures on the wall and started browsing through them, there was one framed on the far wall which drew Jerry's attention, Lucas Andreff the metal plaque underneath said - the man who owned the shop - dead too young. "Such a shame." he said to himself.
It seemed since coming to Moscow the boy god was friends with an missing girl. Though recent reports suggested the girl was dead, a god killed her, and yet he wasn't sure it was that simple. Too many coincidences, too many similarities.
It was all a matter of finding the right information. So today instead of sitting a stake out, Jerry made his way into a tattoo parlor. A popular one from the recommendations he'd received around town. The proprietor was dead - heart attack at a young age, but the catch here was the dead man was a former lover of the boy gods friend. The dead one. Coincidence?
The door jingled as he opened it and the man inside looked up from his current project, "I'll be with you when I'm done here." Jerry didn't really care, he was here to look around. He saw pictures on the wall and started browsing through them, there was one framed on the far wall which drew Jerry's attention, Lucas Andreff the metal plaque underneath said - the man who owned the shop - dead too young. "Such a shame." he said to himself.