In his small haven Arnold awakens to the sound of a knocking at the door.

Two knocks - pause - three knocks - pause - one knock.

Rising, wearing shorts and a tanktop, Arnold walks over to the door and opens it for his ghoul, Gary. The handsome man enters the small apartment clutching a manila folder, which he sets down on the table in the room.

"Hey, boss." he says "I stopped by the Public Records office. Got the information you wanted."

Arnold nods "Thank you, Gary. That's all for now. I'll see you later at the club."

He sits down at the table, opening the folder and going through its contents. He would have gone and gotten it himself, but it was easier to send Gary. Many of those places kept surveillance cameras, and he would have likely had to break in at night. Better to send the ghoul during the daylight hours of operation.

After scanning a few papers he finds the information he's looking for. He writes down the name he finds there, and sits looking at it for a moment. Then he stands up, walks over to the desk, and pulls out a phone book. He flips to the appropriate letter and runs his finger down the list, scanning the page for an address....