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Chapter 3

"You know Alastair, you really did not need to test Feli like that. Comparatively speaking, he has to be the most passive werewolf you would ever meet," Arthur complained as he and his brother walked out of city hall.

"It's what I was trained to do. Besides, what else was I supposed to say, that currently the most action is see is a rogue letter opener? Take my advice as yer brother, don't let people push you into jobs ye ain't suited for," Alastair retorted. What he hold Feliciano was more or less true, but since a bad incident a few years prior, he had been moved to a desk job which he resented.

"Just don't do anything stupid while in my city, alright?" Arthur ordered.

"Fine, fine. Where are we going now anyways?" Alastair asked as he realized they were walking into a busier area of the city.

"The shopping district. If the police have already arrested three people under suspicion then it would make sense for them to at least question the others involved. And I want to know exactly what is being said," Arthur abruptly stopped after saying this and looked at the store across the street. It was a small fashion boutique, with several mannequins showing the newest designs to grace the store.

There were three people in total Arthur wanted to talk to about the events, and it just so happened that the last person he wanted to talk to was one of them. That person was the owner of the store, a childhood acquaintance of his called Francis Bonnefoey. Francis played a major role in the werewolf incident, with him turning into a werewolf for some time and changing several people, only to then help defeat the head werewolf and change everyone back. He was even held in jail for some time during that event. So it only made sense that the police would at least question him about the abductions now if they truly were suspicious.

Seeing that the store was in fact open, Arthur sighed and said, "I'll be back in a few minutes. Just stay here and do whatever," before he walked into the store.

The store was empty of customers, as per usual so early in the morning, with Francis glumly looking through a catalog. The owner glanced up slightly upon hearing a bell from the door, only for him to ask, "What do you want now Arthur, I'm not in the mood to play with you."

"Neither am I, I just want to ask you a few things. I take it by your mood that you heard about that restaurant the Vargas brothers worked at being closed down."

"Oui. Since they even arrested Antonio I've been jumping since last night worried that they were going to arrest me also. I barely got any sleep last night."

"Has anyone tried to contact you about all this?"

Francis shook his head and replied, "Non, but I wish that if they were they would come already. When I heard that they took those three I thought that they would at least question the rest of us involved speedily. What about that police friend of yours? Does he know anything about this?"

"I haven't talked to him since yesterday afternoon, but I would wager that he has his own wild idea as to why this is happening. Well, the police may still contact you, so if they do call me afterwards. I suppose since you were of no help I should check with some of the others."

"Actually now that I think about it I wanted to ask you something…two something actually," France requested before Arthur turned around to leave. Upon seeing Arthur pause, France asked, "Did you send that ghost Gilbert away again? I have not seen him for at least a week now and he used to come over here quite often."

"No, now that I think about it I heard that Kiku was wondering the same thing. As it is, it has been a while since he bothered me," Arthur answered in thought. Gilbert was a ghost that haunted the shopping district, and had worked in the past as a good informant. He had wanted to ask Gilbert for some information on this Bragsinski person, but apparently the ghost was hiding a lot more than normal.

"I see...Secondly, do you know who that person is taking notes of us?" Francis asked as he pointed out at the front window.

Arthur sighed as he turned around to find Alastair right next to the window with a small memo pad and pen in hand. After finishing whatever it was he was writing, he looked up to the two in the store and waved. At last Arthur replied, "Just…ignore him. You know how crazy family can be at times."

"And I suppose with how crazy you are your family would be worse," Francis agreed. Before Arthur could disagree, Alastair walked through the door.

"I told you to wait over there you git," Arthur complained.

"Ye also told me to do whatever I wanted, so I decided to continue on with my job," Alastair replied. He smiled as Arthur gave him a confused look; the man unsure how a conversation with an acquaintance factored into his inspection.

"Your job is to take notes on Arthur here?" Francis asked confused.

"Aye, a bunch of people who know us bribed me to find anything blackmail-worthy to ruin this man's reputation. I was simply thinking that a picture of him in that green dress over there would make a good few of them laugh," Alastair replied with a straight face compared to Francis' confused one and Arthur's embarrassed face.

Desperately wanting to get out of the conversation, Arthur pushed his brother back through the doorway and farther down the street. Once they were a safe difference away, Arthur asked, "Please tell me that that really was not your reason for taking notes?"

"Nae, I was taking notes for yer inspection. 'Course I can't tell ye notes on what. Rules, ye understand," Alastair answered. He paused as they walked further down the street, only to then ask, "So ye talked to that guy, now what are ye going to do?"

"Now to the police station. If what he told me is correct about the police not going after him, then I want to know what they are truly doing. And who knows, perhaps I'll have a chance to bump into this guy I'm supposed to look into," Arthur answered only to then hail a taxi for them.

We'll stop here for now

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