You'll Never Find Me (Charlastor)

Hunt Night

Alastor kept having to announce other victims of the Smiley Killer and the police already understood the Smiley Killer was killing alone; there was no henchman or partner. As peculiar as it was, the smiley killer was killing more often, and he also was removing body parts of his victims.

"Any news about Charlie?" Roger asked as Alastor finished his day at the radio.

"No... But I did have weird dreams about her... It felt funny..." Alastor chuckled while frowning.

"Funny?" Roger tilted his head.

"Yeah... It felt like; it was real." Alastor kept frowning and got deep into his thoughts for a moment. "But forget that, the thing is: I really don't know how to reach her-" Alastor pursed his lips and sighed.

"Do you know where she lives? " Roger turned his eyes towards Alastor.

"I do... But it's complicated to get there-" Alastor looked down, unconsciously and sighed.

"You can search for her in the yellow pages!" Roger smiled as the idea hit him.

"Her family is very discreet; I am sure they use a fake name or don't even have their names in the yellow pages." Alastor adjusted his glasses and slid his hand to his chin.

"How's that possible? It's impossible for you not to be in the yellow pages and-" Roger stopped talking as Alastor rubbed his pointer, middle, and thumb together making a 'money' gesture with his hand.

"Oh... Is her family rich or something?"

"I think so-" after all she was a Princess... But... Do they work with money in Hell too? Charlie seemed to have a bunch when she tried to get a room at Lorraine's hotel.

The room became quieter now, Roger was trying to think of something.

"So you do know where she lives... But you can't reach her with the yellow pages..." Roger had his arms crossed and stretched his index finger, not pointing directly towards Alastor, it was more a relaxed and thoughtful gesture.

"Yes."

"Perhaps you could try to look for her around the streets of some place she mentioned to you even if it's complicated?"

"No... That's not possible." How the -hell- would he get to Hell? Dying? That sounded silly.

Roger pursed his lips, still thoughtful and looked behind. He snapped his fingers.

"The radio?" Roger smiled pointing out the room.

"What about that?" Alastor crossed his arms and looked at Roger, confused.

"If she listens to the radio, maybe she listens to you and keeps an ear on you." Roger pointed to his ear.

"I... I don't know, it would be weird to expose my life like that." Alastor placed his hand on the back of his neck. Roger knew how uncomfortable Alastor could get bringing his personal life to work.

"No, hear me out... What if... You play some songs and say something about lovebirds. I know we are still in January and Valentine's Day is only in February, but, discreetly like that she might get the hint..." Roger shrugged at the end of his idea.

"Well... Doing something generic like this can be..."

"You can also do it right now, saying it was a special request from a great fan of yours. You can even use my name, I don't mind." Roger smiled and crossed his arms.

"Hm..." Alastor placed his hand over his chin, it was a silly and cheesy idea, but wasn't bad at all... If Charlie was listening to him, which he doubts, could be something...