Detective Loki had had a tip-off about some alleged criminal activity at this address. He scouted the area briefly, listened and observed then went up to the door and knocked on it authoritatively.
Kaz had never seen the Crow Club empty so fast. Sure it was a gambling house but being so far from regularly patrolled streets meant it was a pain to get to. There were much better pickings elsewhere. And while Kaz paid taxes (and a little something besides) the law never ventured this far.
Calmly opening the door, all that Loki would see is a seventeen-year-old, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, with matching black gloves on his hands, leaning on a crow's head topped black cane.
"Good evening, officer."
His voice was like grated rock salt but he was certainly polite.
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Date: 2019-12-03 11:56 pm (UTC)From:Calmly opening the door, all that Loki would see is a seventeen-year-old, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, with matching black gloves on his hands, leaning on a crow's head topped black cane.
"Good evening, officer."
His voice was like grated rock salt but he was certainly polite.