Surely that would be standard procedure for a Kindred in control of the local police?" Adeline asks. She's intrigued, but not yet convinced that your information is useful. "Why allow the case to stay open when it would invite mortal snooping into the Anarch attack that nearly destroyed you?"
The Archon drums her fingers along the wall. "I find it unlikely that the Sheriff would have any interest in covering up for the Anarchs—he's been particularly outspoken against them in recent nights. Then again, it's possible that he's over-compensating for something. This could be useful."
Is there anything else you wish to tell the Archon?
"Then consider yourself dismissed." She waves you away with an off-hand gesture. When you're finally clear of the dilapidated office room, you heave a sigh of relief.
Next
You continue searching through the remains of Elysium for over an hour, but other than a few charred corpses hidden beneath collapsed walls, you find nothing of note.
Eventually, you realize that most of the other investigators have left. Not sure what else to do for the moment, you follow them down the elevator and emerge into the lobby just in time to watch Lucca getting into the back of a cab along with a man in a dark blue coat. You think he was one of Qui's ghouls, but at this distance through the reflective glass it's impossible to tell for sure.
For the first time in several nights, you find yourself with nothing in particular to do. You know you should feel some kind of relief, but instead, you have a pit in your stomach. The lobby is deadly quiet and for a moment you tense up in anticipation of an attack that never comes.
You push open the glass doors and walk out onto the sidewalk. Even the mortal gawkers have gone home.
You're all alone.