Angel walked into the Angel's Investigations, throwing his duster down.
Cordelia looked at Angel, "You okay?"
"I was too late." Angel said, throwing himself down into his chair.
Wesley turned around, setting some files down, "Well, I'm sorry."
Angel leaned back into his chair, looking at Wesley, "I think that this was more...those vampires didn't want me to even get to her in time..."
Cordy looked at Angel, "They didn't want you to take their supper?"
"I still think it is more..." Angel sighed.
Wesley took off his glasses, looking at Angel, "Like what?"
Angel shook his head before looking back at Cordy, "Cordy, the woman who was killed, Brooke Alexway, can you get me an address?"
Cordy looked back to Angel again and nodded, reaching at his desk for a pen and paper, jotting down the name onto it before standing up and leaving Angel's office, heading for her trusty information system the computer.
Wesley looked at Angel, "Going to find her home and check it out?"
Angel nodded.
Cordelia Chase sat in a brown, leather chair, tapping lightly on keys from the keyboard in front of her. Her eyes stayed focus on the computer screen in front of her, looking through illegal files. Her right hand rested on the computer mouse, lightly clicking the left mouse button every once and a while.
"A ha." She exclaimed, pulling up information on Brooke Alexway.
She began to read through the information on the files. She found it all interesting. She nodded her head then printed it out, waiting for the information to come out. Cordy jotted down the address on a notepad with pink paper in front of her. She ripped it out then grabbed the printed papers, walking back to Angel's office.
"Angel." She said, walking into his office.
Angel was flipping through pages of the same, old, dusty book as earlier. He looked up at Cordy, "Did you get it?"
Cordelia nodded, "I did, here we go." She looked through the papers and stopped.
"Brooke Alexway worked at Charles and Barker Taxes building as you know. She is married to Marcus Alexway. They live on 435 Tucson Street"
Angel listened then nodded, standing up.
He reached for a pen and wrote the address down onto a small, slip of paper. He pulled up his duster and pulled it on, "Let's go take a trip."
He slipped the paper into his pocket and reached for his keys. He walked to the door and walked out, the door shutting behind him. Angel walked over to his maroon colored GTX and opened the car door before getting in. He put the key into the ignition and spun it lightly, the engine roaring. Angel pushed his foot down onto the pedal and the car pulled out. His hands rested on the black colored steering wheel as Angel pulled out onto the main street. The streets of L.A. were emptied, Angel knew that everyone was asleep at this time of night. Angel turned to the right with the steering wheel and pulled into Tucson street. The houses on the street were big and had many different colored. Some porch lights were on while they others remained off.
"Here we are." Angel said, pulling the GTX up into the front of a big, white house labeled 435 Tucson street.
Angel looked the house up and down before pulling the car key from the ignition. In the driveway was a silver Corvette that looked brand new. Angel got out of the GTX and shut the car door behind him. Angel sighed and walked past his car and walked through a yard of green grass before making it to the front porch. Angel stepped up 3 cement steps and stopped in front of the door. He hesitated before finding the doorbell and pressing his index finger to it. A light bell ringing run through the house then there were locking noises. A man with a blue robe and curly, brown hair opened the door.
"Mr. Alexway?" Angel asked.
"Yes, who are you?" Mr. Alexway asked in a I-Just-Woke-Up voice.
"I'm Angel, I have some news about your wife, Brooke Alexway." Angel replied.
Mr. Alexway looked at Angel with a puzzled look before shaking his head, "Please, come in"
Mr. Alexway stepped back from the door and Angel walked in, the barrier gone. Angel was invited. Mr. Alexway turned to his left and flicked on some lights to the living room. Angel walked into the living room and sat down onto a nice tan colored, leather couch.
"What about Brooke, is she alright?" Mr. Alexway asked, sitting on a love seat the same color as the couch across from Angel.
"No...she's dead..."
