Philip arched a surprised and annoyed eyebrow towards Corn. I suppose for a master, everyone has access to the Space arcanum. But really? But, gotta be diplomatic cause he`s still a master and I need his help. So he suppressed a sneer, although his expression still left an unmistakeable `Really dude?` frown and eyebrow hanging in the air between them before collecting himself and answering normally and honestly.
”That is out of my depth for the time being, unfortunately. Hence my long research. But perhaps you could do that?”
he asked, giving a now this time genuinely curious and questioning look back. After all, that would save Philip a ton of work, if Corn had that capability.
”If you can`t, then I`m going back in there and tracking her when she leaves, and if anyone else comes to interact with her who could be a clue. GPS is out of the question. Heh.”
he said half-jokingly. But there was a kernel of truth to it because inwardly, he was actually disappointed that the situation couldn`t be resolved with a simple GPS track, nevertheless. After all, hacking into her phone or some of the local receivers to follow her location was hopelessly beyond him, too. So he continued:
”Anyway, as I said the ashes aren`t going anywhere as far as I know. So you can come by and analyse them whenever you have time to drop by. Doesn`t have to be tonight. Here`s my address and number. Just let me know in advance, please. Anyway, so I`d say we gather as much evidence here as we still can and then call it a night. Although for my part, I plan on staying here until well into the small hours or whenever she leaves. I will not pass this opportunity up, as I said. You said you have a family, after all.”
he said, giving Corn the address in addition to an invitation to his sanctum at Corn`s convenience. After all, it was already well past 12 at night, and he wanted to make sure Corn was still on board, having a family and all, even with the excuse he`d given them. And Philip was determined to find out as much as he could about Mothisa throughout the night, not caring about his sleep although he was already quite tired and he knew he`d have to drive home. He would not let this opportunity that Fate had given him, pass him by.
He could have given him his business card. After all, everyone in his line of work had business cards. But he didn`t give it to him, instead clumsily writing out his address and phone number on a random blank sheet of paper he had in his wallet with the tiny pen he also always kept in his wallet for just such a case. After all, it would have stated the name `Gregory Prowerson` for Corn all-too-clearly. And he still did not trust the Mystagogue with his identity (despite having just invited him to his Sanctum) because of their, to his mind at least, oppressive Right Exchange protocol.
Per your post in OOC chat ReubanBrightwood, I understand it`s ok with you for me to be posting like this without regard for your marble in the time you indicated. Otherwise I wouldn`t be doing this, needless to say. Just wanted to point this out and make sure everyone is cool with this.