A small part of Elias felt guilty, as he stood there by Jonathan Granger's bed as the last of the cousins filed out: he had been in RhyDin for two weeks, and this was his first time in many years meeting every one of them but Helena, Jonathan's sister. Withdrawn into his studies, holed up in his room hammering away on his typewriter, listening to old interview tapes over and over, or stalking the streets of WestEnd like the undead predators he observed, no one in the family but Helena had so much as glimpsed Elias. Every time he told himself they were distant cousins, barely a family, only close at all with Helena because they were friends — he was freshly reminded of the lunches and dinners and bar outings spurned, chances to spend time with Helena and her brother, to whom he still had not been introduced.
Now there was a chance it would never happen. "Jesus Christ, Jon," Elias sighed, wringing his poor abused fedora in his hands. He hadn't been able to get much more information from the doctors: even in more advanced terms they still said the same thing, that they would not be certain about the extent of the head trauma until Jonathan woke up. It could be solvable with abundant therapy, in the long term Jonathan returning his lifestyle to normal with the help of strong coping mechanisms....or the damage could be far more extensive.
His stomach growled suddenly, and he nearly lit a cigarette when he remembered it was a hospital. He heaved another sigh, looked over Jonathan's form, frowned thinly and turned towards the door....and saw a quick flash of movement. A pale face, straw blonde hair beneath a dark hat, and wide brown eyes staring.
It could have been another cousin, one in a long line of family members Elias had not seen in many years, or had never seen at all. "Hello?" he called out. "It's all-right, I was on my way out, you're free to..." Footsteps raced away, the woman who had ducked out of sight now racing down the hall; Elias scowled suddenly and darted out after her in time to glimpse her leaping over a crumpled form on her way to the exit. One of the guards the family company had posted to the hospital.
"Oh nuts..." Elias already had his cell phone out, dialing the number of his 'assistant' Ivan waiting in the car outside. He stooped to put on a glove, compulsively, and checked the man's pulse. "Yes, Ivan. Well, who the hell else would it be, the Faerie Queen" No, don't answer that....Listen, guy. There's a lady leaving the building, dark hat, blonde hair, should be in a big hurry. You see her" Don't run her over! No, get out of the car, leave the keys in the glovebox and the doors unlocked, and follow her on foot. Don't let her see you, but don't lose her."
He heard the guard moan and mutter unintelligibly, and Elias hesitated as he shut the phone. He could stay here with the guard, file a report with the Watch as a witness, possibly the only witness to the woman's appearance, and let them pursue the suspect...
...no, she was more than a suspect, she was a predator. Elias recognized the behavior of a killer, returning to the scene of the crime or, in this case, to the location of a failed kill. In a city filled with countless new immigrants every day her face would disappear so easily, she would elude the Watch and outlast their limited resources. If Jonathan survived and recovered, he would be in danger....perhaps Helena, too.
"And if he dies," Elias muttered, "he'll go unavenged." The decision was made. He would not be placed at the scene as a witness, freeing him to pursue his own agenda: he would state that the guard was still conscious when he left, and clearly not paying attention, as indicated by the fact that someone soon after managed to get the drop on him. And if Elias did not know the woman's appearance or identity in the first place, he could not be guilty of her murder. It was not as concrete as he would have liked, but under the circumstances, it would have to do.
By the time the guard awoke, Elias Reid-Granger was already gone.
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Now there was a chance it would never happen. "Jesus Christ, Jon," Elias sighed, wringing his poor abused fedora in his hands. He hadn't been able to get much more information from the doctors: even in more advanced terms they still said the same thing, that they would not be certain about the extent of the head trauma until Jonathan woke up. It could be solvable with abundant therapy, in the long term Jonathan returning his lifestyle to normal with the help of strong coping mechanisms....or the damage could be far more extensive.
His stomach growled suddenly, and he nearly lit a cigarette when he remembered it was a hospital. He heaved another sigh, looked over Jonathan's form, frowned thinly and turned towards the door....and saw a quick flash of movement. A pale face, straw blonde hair beneath a dark hat, and wide brown eyes staring.
It could have been another cousin, one in a long line of family members Elias had not seen in many years, or had never seen at all. "Hello?" he called out. "It's all-right, I was on my way out, you're free to..." Footsteps raced away, the woman who had ducked out of sight now racing down the hall; Elias scowled suddenly and darted out after her in time to glimpse her leaping over a crumpled form on her way to the exit. One of the guards the family company had posted to the hospital.
"Oh nuts..." Elias already had his cell phone out, dialing the number of his 'assistant' Ivan waiting in the car outside. He stooped to put on a glove, compulsively, and checked the man's pulse. "Yes, Ivan. Well, who the hell else would it be, the Faerie Queen" No, don't answer that....Listen, guy. There's a lady leaving the building, dark hat, blonde hair, should be in a big hurry. You see her" Don't run her over! No, get out of the car, leave the keys in the glovebox and the doors unlocked, and follow her on foot. Don't let her see you, but don't lose her."
He heard the guard moan and mutter unintelligibly, and Elias hesitated as he shut the phone. He could stay here with the guard, file a report with the Watch as a witness, possibly the only witness to the woman's appearance, and let them pursue the suspect...
...no, she was more than a suspect, she was a predator. Elias recognized the behavior of a killer, returning to the scene of the crime or, in this case, to the location of a failed kill. In a city filled with countless new immigrants every day her face would disappear so easily, she would elude the Watch and outlast their limited resources. If Jonathan survived and recovered, he would be in danger....perhaps Helena, too.
"And if he dies," Elias muttered, "he'll go unavenged." The decision was made. He would not be placed at the scene as a witness, freeing him to pursue his own agenda: he would state that the guard was still conscious when he left, and clearly not paying attention, as indicated by the fact that someone soon after managed to get the drop on him. And if Elias did not know the woman's appearance or identity in the first place, he could not be guilty of her murder. It was not as concrete as he would have liked, but under the circumstances, it would have to do.
By the time the guard awoke, Elias Reid-Granger was already gone.
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