Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
"Are you sure this is where we will find a replacement, Stoker?" Zari said doubtfully.
"Yes, this is where out of work actors hang out, it is perfect."
"It's a bar with lots of booze, sounds like a good idea to me." Mick shrugged barging through the door impatiently.
Quinn turned to Wally who was stood next to her a big smile on his face. "He will regret that when he drinks it." Even Quinn wouldn't touch the beer in here.
When they entered it was just like any London pub of the time, filled to the brim with working-class men all drinking their week's wages trying to escape their wives and kids.
Mick was already at the bar two big pint glasses in his hands as he took big gulps from each one in turn.
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"That guy is incredible, how the hell is he keeping it down?" Quinn said astounded.
" Who knows. "
"So how do we spot an actor?" Sara asked looking around.
" As you know I was once an actress, I know exactly how to spot one of my fellow artists. "
"Is mouthy going all weird again?"
" Do you know rats often found their way into the barrels of a pub? " Quinn smiled smugly at him, enjoying as his face fell.
He took a shy sip of each one, happy they didn't taste of marinated rat and nodded he was happy.
"You're gross!" Zari said following Quinn further into the bar.
"It's a crime to waste good beer."
In the corner of the pub sat a table of rather depressed brooding men, their clothes slightly more elaborate and colorful than the rest of the inhabitants.
"Actors." Quinn smiled.
" How can you tell? "
"Easy one thing look how they stand out, like flamingos among blackbirds, they need to attract a directors attention, plus they aren't very good quality so they don't have much money, probably live in poor digs, their hair is more.."
" Yes, yes thank you, Miss Marple. " Sara said eager to get this over with, she wanted to get Quinn away from here, away from Savage.
"You did ask Sara."
" Come on which one are we going to target. "
"We aren't serial killers Sara, I'd start with the ones with beards, Stoker had a beard."
" Yeah, it looked very charming covered in blood. " Amaya grimaced at the memory from a few hours ago.
"Okay, who is going over?" Sara shrugged.
Everyone turned to look at Quinn.
" Hey don't look at me, no one would believe that a woman of my quality would be in such a pub. "
