They swung open the cage door, cattle prods at full power, humming with electricity. The man lazily lifted his hands in surrender. "Now, now." He said softly. His voice was like velvet. "No need. I'll do as you please." The man in the cage said, his...
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The Morozov Manor was becoming second nature to him. His quarters had been positioned conveniently close to Vsevolod's own- a sprawling set of rooms that led into the same hallway his office was positioned in. It was that hallway that Dime prowled through now. His loping gait, normally casual and relaxed, was tense now.
The door was firmly shut, a deep silence emanating from the other side. Dime knocked, waited. Finally, the door swung open. On the inside were a pair of men he was passingly familiar with. Buckley and a stringy looking youth that he thought was named Tim. They passed Dime on the way out with nods of approval and respect.
So word had spread that he was staying in the manor with the brothers.
He filed away that information for later as he came face to face with his alpha. Vsevolod had a mildly exasperated look on his face, and he rubbed a hand across his mouth as he observed Dime. "What is it you need, Pennrose?"
He could feel his ears reddening, but he hurriedly took a seat before the desk. "I came to update you on the case. I looked into the girl's last known location, but there was no sign of anything. The shop owners said she left on time after her shift- walked in the direction of home," he rambled. Vsevolod's fingers twitched on his desk, almost impatiently, so Dime sped up.
"The father is absolutely mad. Thinks that his pregnant wife was killed in their home a few years prior, but we have no records on the woman aside from Clara's birth certificate. More likely than not, she left town and the daughter decided to join her." Vsevolod nodded along slowly, one brow quirking upwards.
"So? You have no leads on the women who are truly missing then?" he asked.
Dime shook his head, raked a hand through his messy blonde hair, and sighed. "It's a mess Vsev. I've got nothing," he paused. "Well... not necessarily nothing."
He cast a guilty look towards the man, and then found his eyes wandering across the room as he spoke. "When Theo was here; before she tried to leave, anyways. Well, we went looking for a Christmas tree. She drove and I couldn't very well tell her that certain parts of Ilaross were off limits because she's sharp as a knife and would've gotten suspicious when I couldn't tell her why, so we went West..."
Dime could hear Vsev straightening in his chair, leaning forward over the mahogany wood, even as he kept his eyes trained on the dark curtains that hung across the windows. "West?" Vsev prodded, his voice deathly quiet.
Dime hesitated, but gave a sharp nod. "Into the Western lockdown zone. But it was only for a tree!" Dime sputtered out, trying to justify their break in the rules.
"And what is it that you found of... concern, in the lockdown zone?" Dime could feel Vsevolod's eyes boring into him now, that whisper of imposing presence brushing up against his own conscious mind.
"Bones."
"Human?"
Dime nodded grimly, and continued, "we were chased off by someone. A werewolf with a brown coat. I would've fought the intruder, but my sister was there and I didn't want to frighten her more than the situation already had."
