It only took us another twelve hours but, we finally made it back to Goodneighbor.
This case was a lot more gruesome than expected.
"Oh hey Nick, sorry you couldn't be here under better circumstances," Hancock says while nine bodies sit in an alleyway, the alley littered with playing cards, bloody knifes, garbage, alley stuff, The usual in Boston Common! Not here though, everyone's as snug as a bug on a drug.
"What do we know about them?" Nick says motioning to the bodies.
"I know they were my people, Nick, two of em are siblings, the rest complete strangers playing poker probably," Hancock states.
"Well, the idiot left their knives, so we can get DNA analysis," Nick states putting them in separate bags before putting them in his pocket. I find myself looking elsewhere from the gore but to the wall, which has a message written on it.
"A game you want a game you shall purchase and buy,
Common practice, from ancient times,
I think this was a bit shallow, but I once felled a monkey wearing bright yellow"
I only stared at the poem, but...something seemed off.
"You find something-," I didn't have to answer. The odd poetry or riddle written in blood speaks for itself.
"So, what do you figure?" Hancock asks. Before nick could say anything I interject.
"They aren't telling a story, they are giving away their location," I say before leaving the alleyway.
The two watched her leave, but understood her point.
"Good apprentice you got Nick," Hancock laughs.
"She's not my apprentice, she's an escort, can't be too careful, Ailen beasts and all," Nick says, Trying to convince himself not to slap the ghoul.
"You sure?" Hancock asked. Soon they left the alley, and joined her at its entrance.
"You two are welcome to stay for a bit, should rest y'know, well, be seeing you," and the ghoul left them.
They took the suggestion, they needed to restock their supplies anyways. The hounds were unsurprisingly unable to stay so they stayed in the outskirts obediently.
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"So when are we gonna meet them? They should've figured it out!" A jester complained while reassembling a cymbal monkey.
"You gave only Vague answers and it 10 o'clock at night, meaning two things, they are asleep or solving it, and unfortunately I don't have omnipresence and omnipotence on my side due to my flesh being weakened!" A yellow coated demon says exasperated.
"Well they will have a surprise waiting for them~" the jester giggled fixing things and placing the monkey on it's pedestal.