Ophelia watched her brother pace, reading the emotions on his face. He had stepped into some shit and it was stinking, she could tell. Then he called her Phee. He only called her that when he needed his sister. "Fuck, it wasn't hypothetical..." Full glamour wipes were rare, even in their line of work. It took one hell of a strong vampire to pull one off and it was irreversible. This poor girl, whoever she was, must of pissed a vamp off to have something that extreme done to her. The wipe was punishment by vamps. Usually they just killed, but a wipe meant something. "You know I'll help on this." she said. A vampire who wiped a human liked that was not a good one. "first we need to find out who she is, what connection she could have to the vampires here..." This is what they needed Elias for. He was the researcher, but she didn't want to drag him into this as injured as he was. "I have a...friend. He has police connections. We might be able to piece things together enough if we can find out who she is. I don't know how Canadian missing persons works, but if that trail is that cold, she must be missing for a while and maybe someone reported it...Where is she?"