Friedrich Johann Köhler (wolfwork) wrote in vie_en_guerre, @ 2008-01-16 23:42:00 |
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Current mood: | predatory |
To have a human face we’ll have to start all over again...
Who: Friedrich Köhler and Jacinthe Beauchene
When: Mid-December, after the full moon but before Christmas.
Where: la Boulangerie Chabert
Summary: Suspect by association...
Complete/Incomplete: Incomplete.
Rating: PG13 for descriptions of not-niceness in the name of intimidation.
Friedrich pushed the door of the small bakery open, enveloped in a rush of warm, bread-scented air as he stepped in. The door clicked shut behind him; he let it fall, sharp brown-gold eyes scanning the shop front, taking in every detail. It was what he would have, at one point, considered a nice shop, if small; neat and welcoming. At that same, different point, the smell would have been delicious. Now, it smelled far too much of yeast and flour and to be enticing.
There was a thread of human scent beneath the flour; many humans, probably including the one he was looking for, the one that had brought him here. He fingered the worn scrap of paper in his pocket.
They’d tried to bring in a young man for questioning this morning - and he’d thrown himself in front of a car.
Messy, melodramatic, and – ultimately – counterproductive, as he’d had this address scribbled on paper and shoved into his glove. Granted, it may have simply been from a friend recommending a good bakery…but, then again, it may not have been, and men who were looking for bakeries rarely ran that far, that fast just to find a moving vehicle. So here he was.
He closed his eyes, taking the scrap of paper out and holding it, inhaling deeply, scouting for that one scent among all the others; the scent he’d drawn from that blood stained paper and the still-warm body on the street.
It was there. The man had been here. Friedrich just grinned, stepping to the counter and tapping one long, bony finger on the bell.