It didn't take Mr. Gold three days to find where the child was.
This new world…with all its wonders and fascinations despite its lack of magic was a peculiar one. Love wasn't nearly as powerful here as it was in the realms, logic and science took the place of magic and faith. Distractions were preferred to facing reality and the problems they had.
He was trying to like it here but he was finding it harder and harder. He was stripped bare of his ability, trapped, and immortal. And even though that latter wasn't so bad since he was several hundred years old he had his magic to distract him. He was going to be stuck in Storybrooke for 28 years looking at the same people. He would have his life of comfort and an estate but he couldn't make his deals for fear of exposing himself. All he would have to do is get rent and shake people down for their loans.
And make Moe French's life absolutely miserable for what he'd done to his daughter.
But even he feared that would get old after doing it for 28 years.
Most people would be happy with 28 years of tranquility but not him. Peace was so dull. He thrived on chaos and fear and intimidation. It gave him a better edge and when people were desperate they would try anything and that just made the game all the more fun to him. HE hated these people, they were lying backstabbing hypocrites who always looked for the easy way out.
So therefore it was more fun to use loopholes and tricks to get them where he wanted every time they tried to backstab him. It never worked out and one would think that these idiots would've stopped dealing with him a long time ago but desperate situations meant desperate measures and he was never in need of customers.
He pulled his car up in front of the hospital where the young Emma was being kept according to the newspaper. There was another thing that baffled him…why was a child being left on the roadside such a big deal? It happened in the realms all the time. It was a shame but it was just what happened.
This world was also overly sensitive on top of everything else.
He grabbed the black leather bag and got out of the car. He'd done his research before he took the day long trip here. Well, as horribly bland as this world was it did allow him to find the child easily. She was all over the newspapers the day they'd all crossed over so she'd been easy to track. HE had to work quickly because he had no doubt that Regina was calling in people to get to Emma and he really didn't want to be seen here in case she'd gone out of town as well to see it done.
"Excuse me," he said as the blonde social worker came out of the hospital. HE recognized her from the television when the report first came out about the girl.
She looked up and her eyes immediately glazed over, "Another reporter?"
"Not exactly," he smiled and opened the bag he was carrying to show her that it was filled with money
She looked up, "I don't understand."
"I did my research on you Mrs. Connors; I know that you have a husband of your own that's dying because you can't afford the treatment that it's going to cost you to have. I think this should more than cover it."
The woman looked at him in confusion, "What do you want?"
"The child you're responsible for…the one in the newspapers…"
"Do you know something? If you know something you need to-"
"This money will be yours, no questions asked," He continued as if she hadn't said anything, "All I ask is that you make sure this child disappear completely into the system."