He heard a voice, her voice, distracting the men and drawing their attention to her. At that moment he thought he saw a goddess in her shape, slyly twisting a ring on her finger. She was helping him, he didn't know why but she was. He thanked her silently as he dashed towards his car. 

He had the tools to track him, deftly pulling a camera from the glove compartment he took pictures of Joseph's license plate and car. There was still something going on behind the store. That concerned him.He didn't have enough evidence yet to put the case to rest. He wasn't going to leave until he had enough evidence to put Joseph in his place. He grabbed his standard pistol from under the passenger seat and approached from the other side. Maybe he was crazy, or maybe that moment was the first time he truly believed in magic.

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It was going just fantastically for Connor, wizard and fashion aficionado. First his 'client' almosts fucks the gig, then there's this guy, he's sure it's the plain-looking man who was staring at him, hiding somewhere. Sensing others had never been Connor's specialty, but he had to admit he couldn't clearly find where the birdy was.

Then [i]she[/i] shows up. Respect is a thing he hoards like gold, and Devika is one of the few who owns a share. He may disagree with her morals, but there was at least mutual camaraderie between them. However, when it came to a gig, respect reached only as far as he could grab, any more distance and one might as well be a stranger. A stranger is what he saw in Devika as she tried to enact her precious morality. He knew how 'were supposed to be quiet about our magic' or somesuch. It sickened him. He should be as bright as he desires, to command fear and fealty upon those of lesser power.

She said something about concert tickets and wanting him to go. That made him angry. Not only was she interrupting his work but she helped the little birdy run away. 

"Shut up Devy, I'm working here. Now leave or...hmm well, this will be your final destination." Connor sneered, confident that whatever happened, he would come out on top of it.