Gerard clears his throat uncomfortably. "There's one more thing, I'm afraid. I'm terribly sorry to bother you with this, but a messenger from Sheriff Qui arrived just before you awoke to request an audience."
You nearly curse, knowing that such an audience should not be refused. The request is merely a formality, and the fact that it came first thing in the night hardly bodes well.
"In fact," Gerard continues relentlessly, "the Sheriff himself is now waiting in the foyer. I offered him refreshment, of course, but he refused. Politely, I might add, for what it's worth."
You check your appearance over in a tall mirror back in your room, emerging slightly better groomed, even if your budding anxiety remains un-soothed.
"Before you attend to the good Sheriff," Gerard says, "I have some news on the information you requested the other night."
"Oh? Thank you Gerard." In all honesty, you'd forgotten about your request after last night's escapades.
"Of course, sir. I spent a good portion of the previous day on research and a few discreet questions to relevant parties. I believe I may have something of interest to you."
You incline your head in acknowledgement.
"I was able to confirm that the warehouse site you wished me to investigate is owned by a holding company based out of Toronto called Blackstrom. Further digging revealed well-disguised links to Ottawa Kindred circles. Unfortunately, I have yet to track down the exact individual in control of the properties. Specific details will take me at least another day if you wish for the investigation to continue, otherwise I can be about other tasks for you."