Who: Bastian and Isabel. What: Izual has some ‘splainin’ to do. When: Evening. Where: Bastian's Office at Brimstone. Rating: TBA. Status: Incomplete.
Isabel had lain low while the Sheriff had left town. It was tempting to play while the cat was away, as it were, but it would only put things under more intense scrutiny, especially with a murder investigation ongoing. Despite her best efforts, however, Bastain wasn’t pleased with her. While he hadn’t directly said why in the voicemail he’d left, she’d been able to just tell by his tone, by his choice of words, and she wasn’t at all happy that things were going this way. She’d attempted to get him to come to her office, but he wasn’t indulging her.
And so there she sat, outside his office like any lowly supplicant, quietly fuming and fairly certain she knew what this meeting was about. There had been a murder in her parking lot – a Demon Hunter – and she had no security measures in place to provide hard evidence. They knew just as much as the police did about the murders, and that was unacceptable.
Izual knew she ought to just immediately come clean about it, but she couldn’t bring herself to humor that idea just yet. She’d thrown the P.I. a bone, and the little wretch that had irritated her was now a suspect. Her business was suffering, and she was suffering, and that seemed like an appropriate enough fix to Izual.
There was always the chance he might praise her for putting the police on to someone.
Self-deluding as she usually was, not even Izual could convince herself of that one. She was dressed to kill, at least, hoping to earn herself some favour somewhere. Whatever it took. Surely her oversight wasn’t that bad.