Chapter 2
The Hunter's moon was dark, dank and smelt vaguely of rotten pineapples. Dark figures sat hunched over dusty glasses, hushed conversations and threats were whispered over faded wooden tables, small packages were passed from under coats and Clary didn't even want to think about what was going on in the weedy courtyard behind the dismal building.
Clary and Simon were sat at a small booth at the back of the pub, waiting for Camille Belcourt. Camille was a cut-throat; but she was a cut- throat with class. Camille had been discovered by Magnus several months ago, meaning that Magnus basically had a talk with his boss and was beginning to fear for his job so he decided to get off of his lazy arse and work for a living. Camille is what was found; she had apparently been part of the circle. And, after promising to tell them anything in exchange for not being reported, Camille was their 'freewheeling informant' as their glittering boss had put it.
The pair had been waiting for around 20 minutes before Camille bothered to turn up, Clary considered for a moment that this might have been a message to prove that she couldn't be controlled, but then she settled on the idea that Camille Belcourt was just damn rude. She watched the pretty blonde woman sit down with the grace of a cat, pale face taking a sickly yellow sheen as it fell under the flickering lightbulb swinging over their table.
"I apologise for being late," Camille's voice had a slight accent and no sincerity to it. "But business called"
"Yeah: drugs" Simon said, but fortunately the distant sound of smashing glass and shouts muffled his words.
"Well, we came for some information on the Circle," Clary said simply, but after seeing Camille's expression cut straight to the point. "Can you tell us where the circle sources its illegal substances?"
"No," Camille's face and voice were like stone.
"Can you confirm any unknown members?"
"No,"
"Can you give the location of any meeting points?"
Before Camille could decline yet again, Simon said angrily; "You must be able to give a rough location!" Camille hesitated slightly, her icy eyes flashing with disdain.
"Where?" Clary said immediately, watching her face for any sign of dishonesty.
"Islington, mainly, though they have posts in every major borough in central London," Clary couldn't read her face, it was like a perfectly calm lake, not a ripple of emotion distorting its surface.
"Well it's a start." Simon said scowling and Clary heard a loud squelch as Simon sank back into the rotten seat of the booth. He leapt up and let out a long stream of curses that caused even the shady figures around the room whistled at. At this point Clary's phone began to ring, the sharp electronic beeps causing even the irate Simon to fall silent. Clary tapped the screen and held the device up to her ear. 'Tessa' she mouthed at Simon as she heard Tessa's accent drift from the end of the line.
"Clary? Clary! Claryyyyy?" Tessa said as soon as she was connected.
"Hello to you too," Clary said, "Where are you, you didn't turn up at the Hunter's moon so we started withou-"
"I've found us an apartment!" Tessa interrupted in the most un-Tessa-like fashion Clary had ever heard.
"What?"
"Yeah! You know Will from our department…" So that explains it… Clary thought, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. It was no secret to her that Tessa had a thing for their fellow S.T.D.U.K. member; Will Herondale, she always seemed flustered when he was around. "…six-fingered Nigel could get us a-"
"Wait." Clary interrupted loudly, earning a confused look from Simon, a few stares from around the Hunter's moon, and a look of utmost disgust from Camille. "You can't honestly tell me that someone who calls themselves six-fingered Nigel is going to give me suggestions as to where I should temporarily live! Tessa, you know what Will's like, he's a great guy- ok let's not stretch that far, but he doesn't exactly know the best of people and even the ones that don't sound creepy are weird! Someone called six-fingered Nigel? You tell me!"
"No, it's not like that! Nigel is Will's Landlord and has been for almost a year now, he owns a block of flats in Islington and he's got an empty one which he'd rent out to us. It's not dodgy I promise, besides, Will and his friend James live right next door so we'll be fine!" God, she must really like him to be so stupid: She's behaving like me! Clary thought miserably.
"So where are you now? At headquarters or Costa or something?" Clary asked, pinching the bridge of her nose and cursing her friend internally.
"Um… Not exactly," Tessa's voice had taken that tone which screamed of guilt.
"You idiot. You haven't gone to that damn flat haven't you?!" Tessa made an intelligible sound that Clary translated into a 'yeah, maybe'.
"What's the address? I'm going to send you to freaking Edom, Tessa Gray."
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