For a few moments the tension could've been cut with a knife.

"What are you insinuating, Mr. Spayed?"

The last words rolled off his tongue with a venomous tone.

"All I'm saying is that everyone has their own skeletons in the closet," He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, " is their anyone that you expected gone, banished, dead? Some one that fits these descriptions?"

Sam examined Robins body motion, it let on to nothing. He looked at his face and damned the mask. He looked around and realized that Starfires eyes showed something, a barely noticeable flicker of emotion. He learned to decode subliminal hints to emotion made by the human body in his many years of dealing with shady figures. He figured aliens acted about the same. He turned to his right and shrugged off Robin before he could respond.

"What about you young lady? I think you've seen something. What is it?"

She glanced to her left, then her right, open then closed her mouth.

"Its OK, I'm not trying to arrest you, I cant really. What you say here is between us, and these others," Sam waved a hand over his shoulder, "mean nothing."

"There could be something you may wish to know about-"

Cyborg suddenly stood up and shouted, picking Sam up by the neck of his shirt.

"What gives you the right to barge in here and start asking all these questions! Who do you think you are!"

Sam drew his .45 and placed it against the half machines red eye in a flash.

"I suggest you put me down, lest we make a scene."

Sam was skilled, but no hero, his hand was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Cyborg still set him down however.

"Well, I can tell I've worn out my welcome. Thanks for the help."

Sam then tied his coat closed, pulled his hat down, and holstered his gun. He threw his burned down cigarette on their table and turned away. His eyes happened to meet Ravens as he left. They were emotionless dark purple eyes. He became fascinated by them. She would be a pretty girl if it wasn't for the dark behavior.

"What is it!"

Sam became suddenly self aware that he had been staring into her eyes for about ten seconds. He felt some burning sensation on his face below his eyes. He darted outside and padded his cheeks with his palm. There was a trickle of blood coming from below both. He wiped the blood away and cleaned his hands on a handkerchief in his pocket. He pondered what he had seen behind those dark pools on her face. Some feeling had come through when she yelled, before he started bleeding. He knew she was capable of telekinesis, some even speculated that she was telepathic too. Honestly, not much was known about her, and by the way she acted he presumed even her colleagues knew little about her. He decided to walk home, giving him the chance to reflect.Starfire had been about to say something about someone, probably another titan, but that damned fool Cyborg cut her off. After a hour and thirty minute walk he came to the front of his building. Walking up four flights of stairs he opened his door. Throwing his soggy clothes on a hook Sam changed into some pajamas. He knelt before the end of his bed and prayed for strength, wisdom, health, and another lead in the case.

"Not even he can help you now, Mr. Spayed."

Sam didn't even open his eyes, he knew who it was. In fact he had half expected it.

"You people put to much faith in your gods."

"At least we don't call on them for dark powers."

"You know nothing of me!"

"I know more then you think, Raven"

Sam was slowly reaching beneath the bed for his Winchester 12 gauge. God had just delivered his break, Sam just hoped the big guy followed through with the others.