I'm dying again, I'm going under.
Who: Jason and Marie What: Roland Ferguson's autopsy report Where: Jason's office When: August 13th, mid morning Rating: Discussions of death
Marie had almost always been a creature of immense patience, but her time here in Chicago, among all the centuries of her life, this was a month that was beginning to grate on her nerves. Another one with a faded blue hand as a calling card, and barely anything new to add to a virtually empty bucket of ideas. In Marie's long memory, very little was connecting, and coming up empty was nearly maddening.
And this one had died right under their noses, practically in their own lair. With the werewolf's autopsy report in her hand, Marie's stride into Richards' office was slightly more purposeful and irritated than usual. She set his copy on the side of his desk, and lowered herself into the chair across from him.
"I'm beginning to truly loathe your city," she muttered.