[h3][color=004b80][center]Locke Bahadur[/center][/color][/h3]

[color=662d91][b]"If you want to talk to my girls, that'll cost you."[/b][/color]

Locke bit back his tongue, not wanting to anger the woman. Why should he pay merely to ask questions? A part of Locke wanted to pull out his Kukri from under his coat to renegotiate, but Colonel Owens forbade him from causing too much trouble. Was this why the police told him they didn't talk to the girls of the so called Whorehouse? The whole concept was strange and alien to him. Locke did not wish to pay their "rates" if he could avoid it. [color=004b80][b]"Could I at least talk to you?"[/b][/color]

[color=440e62][color=662d91]"[b]Sure. I can do all the services my girls provide.. If you pay up. There'll be an extra fee, seeing how you're.. colored.[/b]"[/color][/color]

Locke sighed as he handed over a substantial amount of coin. The woman pocketed the money and led him through the whorehouse, which smelled terrible. Not quite burning flesh bad, but it was pungent enough to make him gag. Not only that, but there were muffled screams coming from behind several locked doors. And people supposedly paid for this? Locke knew the British had a different culture, but this was just outlandish. He would get his information and leave as soon as possible. The woman led Locke to what looked like a hotel room. The bed was... oddly stained, so he sat on a chair as the woman sat on the bed.
 
[color=004b80][b]"The local police said one of your workers was murdered a week ago? Drained of blood?"[/b][/color] The woman, who was about to undress, stopped as soon as Locke questioned her. She probably knew the victim personally. The woman gave him a look he had seen several times on the battlefield

[color=662d91][b]"So you were actually here to talk. Why are you asking around about that?"[/b][/color] 

[color=004b80][b]"I'm.... a private investigator. Someone hired me to investigate her death. Do you know who was her client?"[/b][/color] Saying he was a vampire hunter was probably going to cause her to look at him as a freak. Possibly ill. And it was partly true after all, Colonel Owens gave him permission to investigate any death that may have been perpetrated by a vampire, so he was a sort of PI.

[color=662d91][b]"Abigail always tried to convince me she had royal blood. I suppose if someone sent a private investigator, there's some truth to that, god bless her soul. And no, I don't. All sorts of men come through those doors, only the girls know who've they've been with. There's even been another one like her this morning. Barely alive. Knowing the local police, they would do as much for her as they did Abi. We even saw the man as he left. [/b][/color]

[b][color=004b80]"Please, tell me what who he was. Time is of the essence. I will do justice for your colleagues, Ms.?"[/color][/b]

[b][color=662d91]Natalee. We didn't exactly see his face. All I know is that he was wearing a blue coat, black pants, and black boots. Please, just tell me you will try and find justice for my girls. I know we are just whores, scum to society, but we're people too.[/color][/b]

[b][color=004b80]"It is my job after all, Ms.Natalee. I'll be right on it."[/color][/b] Locke began to open the door to leave, but turned around to ask a question. [color=004b80][b]"Ah... Is there any chance I might get my money back? Since you know I just wanted to ask a few questions?"[/b][/color]

[color=662d91][b]"No refunds. Didn't you read the sign at the front?"[/b][/color] 

Natalee then slammed the door in his face, and had not Locke stepped out of the way, he would have probably had a broken nose. It took every ounce of self-control in Locke not to break down the door and simply get his money back by force, But he now had more pressing issues at hand than lost coin. There was a potential vampire was out in the streets. And he was going to kill it.