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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - the song
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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓, not more dealing with that damn feeling of the full moon crawling through her veins, she could finally walk down the street without giving every single person a dirty look, okay, perhaps that wasn't entirely the full moon's fault, but she would blame it on the moon nonetheless.
Herself and Matt walked side by side as Jessica took the lead, the tapping of Matt's cane echoing off the pavement. If it were her, she wouldn't bother throwing a spare glance at Matt or his cane, well, she would take a second to appreciate what she could see, but she wasn't entirely sure if that's what the passerby's were doing.
Every five minutes or so another person would lock their eyes onto the vigilante's frame, trail their eyes down and land on the cane, eyes widening as their gaze retreated either back to his face, or to where they were walking as if they had done something wrong.
"I think it's up here," Jessica spoke, breaking the ten-minute walk of much needed, peaceful silence.
Matt tilted his head, his cane accidentally smacking into Olivia's ankle as her pace sped a little, he muttered a quick sorry, which she brushed off, she had been stabbed with a rusted pole before, his cane was merely a tickle in comparison. He then addressed Jessica. "You think?"
"I don't know. All these brownstones look the same, don't they?"
Matt chuckled, as Olivia snorted at her friend's mistake.
"Oh, shit." Jessica sighed as she turned her head back slightly to face to two, giving Olivia a quick scowl for laughing. "Sorry, I keep forgetting you're-"
"Don't worry about it. Happens." He reassured with a smile and shrug. "So, what do we need to know about the architect?
Olivia listened on as Jessica explained how the architect's wife had hired the P.I to find him, this, the wolf knew already seeing as Jess had kept her updated whilst she was gone. Matt listened intently as the stoic woman explained how just before the architect had said 'They were going to take down the city' before shooting himself.
Obviously, they now knew the 'They' were in fact The Hand. "Was he a part of the Hand?" Olivia questioned.
"He said he was one of the good guys."
"And do you think he was telling the truth?" The Hale queried, knowing that even though she and the man walking beside her could read heartbeats, Jessica could read people like an open book, after all, that was a big part of her job.
