Characters: Storm, OTA in LA area Setting: LA, Hollywood to be precise Content: Clean Summary: Storm begins looking for answers
That was what was frustrating her. There were records on Nathaniel Essex, but nothing that huge, nothing that was obvious. Hell, there weren't even really any photographs of him. She'd stayed in town with some of the money she'd pulled together over the last several months or so. It was enough to give her a few months to cool her head the hell away from NYC, enough time to look and deposit her findings in a little motel she'd rented with a careful smile, a faked ID to look 18 and enough money to cover the monthly rate for a couple months.
Of course, that meant she was half out of time, and frankly she was having trouble piecing anything together. There just wasn't that much that existed about this guy. And, since Remy basically disappeared after the funeral, she was left, seated in a public library, fuming at a series of papers she only half understood.