Who: Teddy and Sugar.
Where: Hotel di sei Ali.
When: Early afternoon.
This was a bad idea. A really terrible, extremely bad idea, one that the rest of the team would very possibly kick his ass for if they knew he was here.
It wasn’t that the hotel had a nasty reputation, exactly, but there was a reputation there all the same, one that he’d thought, about an hour ago, was worthy of investigation, if only because he literally could not sit there and stare at the same empty searches anymore. They were still running, of course, the same parameters, reaching out a little more each time they performed a sweet, but the situation at the school was not going to be solved by one guy and a bunch of computers, it seemed. Still, if anything came up his phone would ping and alert him.
This hotel, though, an apparent safe haven for all things supernatural, was something he could look into now. Why exactly Teddy had taken it upon himself to do so solo was just now dawning on him as a question he couldn’t even begin to answer, one that might come back to bite him in the ass later. At least he’d decided to come in broad daylight. That was something, right? Right. That was something.
Maybe standing in the lobby with his phone in his hand and a where the hell do I go now look on his face in the form of a furrowed brow and an unmistakable frown wasn’t the best start to his one-man investigation. Was it glaringly obvious that Teddy usually left this sort of thing to the others? It probably was.
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