The hotel lead had been a dead end. No one in town knew who Gabriel Valentine or any of Merriweather's friends were, or the just didn't want to bother checking the records.

It all linked to Merriweather, and that was with whom he had started looking. suffice to say when his son answered the door and saw Phillip again, he was livid.

But he had told him what he wanted to know. All the people on the list had been given a peice of property to them by his late father. If he wanted answers he should try there. Writing down the address he gave Phillip a cold smile and slammed the door in his face.

It wasn't a long drive to the house, but everything seemed to slow to a crawl. He had always thought that his first real case would be a challenge. He never thought he would be searching to find an old friend whom had just ... dissapeared.

He knew he was going to have a hard time keeping this proffessional as he drove up to the large estate. Walking up the driveway he was a little shocked to hear his heart beating hard in his chest.

Knocking on the door, he waited, trying to ignore the pounding in his ears. It didn't go away. When the door opened he thrust Gabriel's picture out.

"Have you seen this man?"

Tor walked down the stairs into the living room where everone was sitting.

-Hmmhm. Hvem er dere...? Oh, sorry. Who are you? Ah hi Clara, whatcha talking about?

Tor had finaly been treated for the psychik traumas that he had gotten from their last mission, and had finaly slept well.

ooc: You are still at the mansion right?

As always, Joseph had been seated in his chair, calmly mouthing litanies and philosophies to himself. But now it seemed to him that the game was afoot, and he would not be found lacking, he had to do it, to challenge the demons within himself.

"I will help anyone who needs surveillance done, that is after all, my forte. If anyone is leaving for the house to stake it out, I shall accompany them."

Father O'Hanrahan knocked again on the mansion's front door.

Joseph sighed, his conversation interrupted, and went to fetch the door.

He opened it warily, and stared darkly at the priest on the doorstep.

"Yes?" He said quickly and to the point.

"Yes I'm inquiring into the death of Father William McGruder. I checked with probate and it seems he inherited a portion of this estate. Were you aquainted with Father McGruder

"I suppose you could say that" said Joseph, continuing to glare at the priest, "you had better come in, there are others here could explain better than I could."

With this he opened to door wide, moving his arm in a sweeping gesture of invitation.

Father O'Hanrahan moved inside cautiously.

The crooked old lady that stood in the doorway glared at Phillip. He explained to her what he was doing and showed her the address that Merriweather's son had given him.

"That's on the otherside of town!" She exclaimed exhasperated. Shutting the door none-too-politely, Phillip scratched his head as to how he could have gotten so far off track.

(So when he actually does make it to the mansion, no one will be the to help him. La la la la la. I'm dissapearing for a week. Take that!)