Hound Investigation.
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Elle plops down at her Haven with Mr. Lopez. quite and stoic as ever.
She has had him run into a convenience store that is open 24 hours to get a charger for the phone she took, and then gone home and passed out with Lopez taking the couch.
She wakes up when the sun crashes for the night and goes immediately to the cell phone to see what she can find from it.
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A bunch of missed calls. The voicemail is full of the men who talked with you before, begging him to come back. And then there is the latest message.
"Hey, we still on for the Orchestra tonight?" Its a woman's voice. Thats the only thing she says.
Going through the phone log, all of the calls came from the same phone number. A little digging shows it to be the manager's office of the Sterling Hotel.
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"Mr.Lopez? Please call the hotel and ask them if they have a woman on staff who was friends with Mr. Fillippe?" Elle asks, always very very polite to Mrs. Scotts ghoul.
"Were there any female employees that he was friends with at all? Even that he wasnt romantically involved with ?" she asks.
"Then who the fuck was this woman on the phone, " she growls, "sorry Mr. Lopez I'm not angry with you, you're doing a great job. I'm just frustrated. Can you see if there are any orchestras going on tonight? And do you know what Mr. Fillipe looks like?"
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He pulls out a photo. A gaunt faced, very thin man is in the photograph.
He goes and grabs a newspaper.
"Sacramento doesn't have any orchestras this evening, or anytime this week."
She eyes the photo.
"Damn. How about San Francisco?" she asks, listening to the messages again to see when the woman left the message about the orchestra.
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The woman left the message very early this morning (3 am).
"There was an orchestra at a playhouse in downtown San Francisco. It should be ending about now." He says it all so dispassionately. Its actually quite unnerving after a while.
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