"You forget how tree-y everything gets when you leave the city," Felicity said, looking out the window. "It's creepy not seeing people."
"Felicity, the town-"
"Right," Felicity said, returning to her tablet to read from it. "Shawinigan was conceived and constructed by the Shawinigan Water & Power Company to function as a fully-equipped, self-contained living community for workers at the nearby dam on Lake Blanchett. Founded over seventy-five years ago, this town once provided power for most of Starling County and the city of Starling City itself. However as Starling City grew, and as Capital City grew, power sources were changed and now Shawinigan Water & Power only provides services to the northern part of the state."
"So the city is in decline?"
"Oh boy, yeah. Not to mention the patriarch, Alphonse Shawinigan, died two years ago and from what I gather he was kind of the brains of the operation."
".. and this Alabaster Walters?"
"Yeah, Alabaster has control but apparently that's in dispute. Her brother Alec, A names are big in this family, wants the company for himself and is fighting her. Dealbook says it's to sell to a Dutch conglomerate. Which would be really bad-"
"Because the town needs the company to survive."
"Yes indeedy..."
"So why murder Alabaster's husband Harris?"
"First, why can't the rich have normal names? You're lucky you got Oliver. Second, Harris came from his own money, which he pretty much lost all of traveling and gambling prior to marrying Alabaster. Whose money he was making a pretty solid dent in. More rumor, now from Town & Country, is that if he kept on the track he was going, Alabaster would have had to sell the company..."
"And the first one dead? Wick-"
"Wick Walters. Which, from the name was, you guessed it, rich. He was the chief of operations who apparently thought a great way for the company to make money was to turn the surrounding forests into a giant lumber mill. Not a popular idea with the locals."
"So everyone whose dead was some form of threat to the company-"
"But that's the thing, everyone in the town is connected to the company." Felicity watched as a sign for the parkway passed. "That's our turn, up there, Exit 3A. They close this road down for the snow you know. We could get stuck there. Diggle and Lyla may not even be able to make it up."
"There's no snow in the forecast..."
"Just saying." Felicity turned her head and smiled, "did you ever see The Shining?"
"Yes, that one I have seen."
"It's like that road. You want me to hum the music? You know, set the stage for our little woodsy mystery..."
Oliver smiled, "I'm good. But if you see any twin girls…"
"Great, now I'm going to be looking for scary twin girls in the trees..." Felicity said, turning her head. "Why do people live out here?"
"Alright so this Wick guy is walking across the damn at night, doing his usual rounds, he checks in at 9:47 p.m. and says everything is fine," Sam says, thumbing through the papers. "Third shift guy finds him at 2:37 a.m., dead, three arrows in his chest."
"So we got one guy whose killed having a drink in his adirondack chair and one guy doing his regular walk? Both of them high-up in the company."
"Harris wasn't but it's clear Alabaster had enough love for him to throw away her family's company in order to fund their lifestyle."
"Gotta love a loyal sugar mamma," Dean said. "That's the oldest sister, then there's the middle one, Alec. He's a peach. And the youngest? The one you know."
"Arabella, yeah, Bell."
"Kind of dim, right?"
"No, that's her boyfriend, Jack. Bell is smart but... you know, distracted. She stopped going to classes but was always around. She liked to paint. I remember that. She moved back home after the first year."
"What's her stance on this? She want the company?"
"I doubt it. She's more.."
"Distracted, right."
"Yeah but a good person..."
"Hey we need an in, she's our in," Dean said. "Besides it seems like the further you are away from the company, the safer you are. Tell me about the arrows again."
"Old school, actually. Carved arrowheads, actual crow feathers, well crafted."
"So our bad guy likes vintage-"
"Vintage, vintage. We're talking hand-made string."
"Before 1807 vintage?"
"Yeah but it's not like arrows have changed much over the years," Sam says. "I mean, they have.."
"If this is going to turn into another round of fan-girling the Arrow-"
"It's not him, I'm almost positive."
"Because you've spent hours and hours on the internet examining pictures? Or because you just can't believe he would hurt anybody..."
Sam shifts uncomfortably, "because he uses... a more modern..."
"You know, we're not that far from Starling if you want to explore those stalker fantasies, we can swing by-"
"You know this guy basically does what we do."
"Are you calling me your hero? This is a guy who dresses up like Robin Hood and fights criminals, who carry guns, with a weapon that was made obsolete a hundred years ago. Also he wears leather pants. He ain't us and thankfully, we ain't him. But you know what, you keep on tumblr'ing, Samantha."
"He-"
"Leather pants."
