Matthias remained silent as Detective Carson proceeded to become unusually and increasingly hostile, arguing with her partner before rudely bumping into hims, leaving the room. He shrugged it off, brushing his shoulder and calmly walking halfway up the stairs, pausing in the doorway as they bickered and their footsteps faded. Well, it was uncalled for, but it wasn't like he cared. In fact, it was even better this way. If she hated him so much that she couldn't stand his presence after knowing him for less than a minute, all the more in his favor. This way he wouldn't have to worry about her getting in his way. So she could go on and do her 'real detective work'. Just so long as she didn't get in his way.

Around a half hour after the two women left, he got a call on his cellphone. Flipping it open, he held it up to his ear.
"Matthias speaking."
"Matty, hey! Listen, there was some kinda disturbance over at Solomon, some kinda nut job clashed with our officers. It doesn't look like Ghostess is showing up tonight, the rain must be too much. We're pulling back, but we let the guards know to tell us if anything shows up on the security cams. You need a lift home?" came Ramirez's ever cheery voice over the phone. Matthias thought for a moment, the ghost of a smile flickering across his face.
"No, it's alright. I'll catch a ride with the chief back to the precinct. You go on ahead of me." he assured him, hanging up and dialing a second number. This time, a woman's voice answered.
"Mom? Hi, listen, can you tell call dad at the precinct and tell him Ramirez gave me a lift back? And yes, I'm coming over this weekend. Love you too, bye." With his plan in place, Matthias headed back down to the basement, crossing paths again with the curator again.

"Ah, Detective. The museum is closed now, will you be heading out?" she asked, seeming smug. Matthias gave her a sweet, hollow smile, faking innocence.
"Oh, yes, of course I am. I just forgot my cellphone down in the basement, I'll fetch it and be out of your hair." he lied, waving her off. He took a few more steps, then stopped.
"You know, it's strange. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't get any reception down there. You must have a much better phone than myself. It must have been [i]very expensive[/i]." he said slyly, casting her a knowing look over his shoulder. Her face draining of blood, the curator didn't say a word, hurrying up the stairs as quickly as she could. He smiled to himself, continuing down to the bottom. As he suspected, there was most definitely illegal activity going on down here. If he used the pictures of the molds he had taken, it could probably get a more official investigation. But now, this was his bait. Ghostess would definitely be coming for the artifacts, and the files proving whatever criminal activity was going on down here. All he had to do was wait.